Okay, so I've discovered that I'm not a very good blogger. I never feel like anything in my life is interesting enough to talk about, and for the most part that is true. My life has been overtaken by Helen's track club and Girl Scouts the past couple months. I finally started getting the hang of Photoshop (or at least a little tiny piece of it). I completed a photo composite, printed it out, then realized I wanted to change something. Of course, now my printer is out of ink. Can't afford to order ink right now, it's so bloody expensive and only worthwhile to order when you buy at least four cartridges and get free shipping....That's the problem with getting a more expensive photo printer, can't just go to Staples and buy it, has to be ordered. So the layout for Frans' 9th birthday is still sitting on the scrapping table, waiting for these photos. No wonder I'm only to 9 and he's 14 now! It does go much faster as they get older. Fewer photos.

Speaking of photos, Helen needed a photo of the two of us for a school (Mother's day) project. I realized I don't have any. Is that sad, or what? If I died tomorrow, my kids would only have the handful of photos of me, and precious few of us together. That's the problem with always being the photographer. I'll make it a point this summer to get more photos of me in there. It has become obvious I'm not going to magically get younger or thinner, so I may as well accept what is, no matter how much I hate it.

I signed up for Twitter a week or so ago and have decided you can't really twitter without an internet connection on your phone. Don't have much to say on Twitter either. I keep getting e-mails about people who are now following my tweets. It's nobody I know, so what do people do, go randomly selecting people to follow? Kind of weird. Don't think I'll do much tweeting.