Scrapbooking is for Kindergartners

I really don't understand the sheer excitement of scrapbooking. Sure, I'm all about preserving the memories, but it's glue, glitter and macaroni for God's sake! I've seen grown women scream in delight over making cute pictures and gluing leaves and glitter to paper. Am I the only adult in the room?! And let's be honest, unless it's your family and close friends you're showing...who the heck cares about your snotty kid eating a leaf? It certainly doesn't warrant a frame in glitter and jewels. I'm not anti-children (considering I have an awesome three year-old little girl;) or against the desire to save one's family's memories. I just don't understand what could be fun about gathering grown women together to oooh and ahhhh over what is essentially a skill we all learned in kindergarten and our parents hung on our refrigerator doors? Has anyone ever heard of PowerPoint or Adobe Photoshop?! You can make a slide of your pics, add fun backgrounds to them and even cheezy mood music to the background as each slide dramatically fades into another adorable memory. All to keep forever on CD-Rom or USB key which can be shown on your own TV! So, while termites and/or moths eat your uncooked macaroni masterpieces...I'll have my memories perfectly preserved on CD-Rom. So I implore you ladies, put the scissors and glitter down. There is no reason I should get an annoying pop-up for a class called "Scrapbooking Scissors 101"....

Adventuring to the backwoods of NC...No banjos were heard...

Instead of DVD players, airbags in my seat cushion or warning labels that I have only read when with whomever I was traveling with was THAT boring...I wish cars came with a sign on the bumper that you could turn on when needed in particular situations, i.e., "I have never been where I'm trying to go and I took the back way." Expect frequent stops, slower than Grandma's driving on Sundays, 3 point turn arounds and turn signals used when not needed or not at all. It is unnecessary to flip me off as you go around me at 90 mph. I'm already having a bad day...