Yes, really, just about every day. Right now, however, I sent my helper off to be helpful and I'll probably never see him again, because I think he just ran out the garage. Luckily, last week I locked the interior garbage gate because he used to escape that way.
But back to what I look like when I'm typing my blog. When we went to Germany, Dylan bought a webcam. His idea was that grandparents could chat with the kids and see them and it would be all fun and everything. We haven’t used it for that yet.
It unnerves me sitting on top of the monitor, looking at me. Watching my every move. Yes, I am paranoid, I can’t help that. But the worst thing about this thing is that it IS ALWAYS ON. There is no way to turn it off. So it’s sitting there, looking at me ALL THE TIME and IT’S RECORDING MY EVERY MOVE! I hate it. I seethe in loathing every time I look at it.
It feels ambivalent about me.
Here's a scrapbook page, since I've been scrappy lately:
I've been trying to organize my old photos and in doing so, found some to scrap. So that's what I've been working on. That and controlling my paranoia that the whole world is watching me over the internet... maybe I should be on Xanax;).