In this high tech age there is no end of ways to communicate it seems; Facebook, MySpace, iPhone, internet, Twitter, my word, you can even call somebody on the regular telephone or heaven forbid, write a letter. My sister was so excited to give me her new email address at her home computer that she just got and I had to tell her that the reason I wasn't as quick to answer her emails was that I was spending so much time on facebook these days. Facebook? "What the heck is facebook?",cries she with much drama and chagrin. Laura Ingalls would be astonished at how far we've come in the 100 or so years since she was teaching the 3 R's in that little school house on the prairie.

I hope that with all our advancement we aren't losing touch with each other though. I wonder if when we see an old friend that we've been "facebooking" with for a few months or maybe years, will we feel as close as we would if we had actually been talking or maybe writing our words on actual paper and putting stamps on envelopes and carefully editing what we say to each other? Even the shorthand that we use when emailing or texting on cellphones seems to me a way of shortchanging our friends. I can't help but correct my spelling and try my best to use proper English. I feel like I owe my friends my best when I am communicating with them.

I guess all this comes from the fact that right in the midst of my new facebook obsession, I discovered a Tarrant High School website and spent a couple of hours today building a profile and searching for people I knew. Why are we so fascinated with finding our past? Maybe it has something to do with holding off the inevitability of the future and our own demise? Wow. That sounds like a dark thing when I really don't think I have a grave fear of the future, maybe the ravages of time, but not the eventual end of it all. I know how that is going to turn out and it will be glorious and much better than we have it here.

Didn't mean for this to turn into a rant. Auburn should get it's season in gear and maybe I'd be in a brighter mood!

OK. Well, if a lot hadn't happened since my last post it would just be sad. I got all hung up thinking that a blog was supposed to be all about the pictures because that was what my "girls" did the most. And for some reason it is almost impossible for me to load pictures with this thing, the infamous (at least in our family), MAC. I just spent 15 minutes trying to load my picture so that I wouldn't leave that little pointy haired silhouette on Beth and TJ's blogs to show that I am following them, to no avail.

But back to my initial thought. I am going to do what most bloggers to and that is just talk. TJ's blog is entitled "Even if no one is listening" and I am sure that is the case with this one, but hey, I can rant all I want to and probably do no harm, for once. Since May a ton of things have changed. For one, poor little Georgie is gone. No, not from this earth. Just from this house. I sent her to a friend while we went to the beach for a week with the kids. I thought 3 babies, 6 adults and a new puppy in a 3 bedroom condo on the 7th floor would be a bit much so my friend Darla was thrilled to dogsit. Well, they bonded big time. To the point that she slept in the bed with Darla instead of in her kennel, pooped all over Darla's house instead of getting taken out many times a day and staying in her kennel the rest of the time she was in the house, etc. and I would have had to start all over with the training and.......

Well, part deau of "everything has changed" is that Sarah, Jared and Ella moved to Rayville the week before we left for the beach and I have Ella on Monday, Thursday and Friday nights and usually other times in between with Mommy and Daddy and having 2 babies in the house would be quite the job. So I made the hard choice to let Georgie and Darla keep their love affair going. They are both thrilled. Her name is now Doodlebug, by the way. And she is much fancier now. Her ferret collar has "diamond" studs and she has a much fancier bag and of course, she sleeps with her new mama every night.

But I'm OK with it all because I have Ella! She is so much fun. We read and cook and play dress up. Our latest obsession is her Tutu. We haven't found anything that doesn't go well with a tutu. Tutu's and cargo pants are my current favorite. Although the tutu and Auburn cheerleader dress are a good combo as well. I'm just waiting for the day that she wants to wear the tutu to church and Sarah isn't around to say no. Gigi won't say no............

We had fun at the beach with all three of the grandbabies. I basically just stayed in the condo and played "rotating naps" which is fine with me as I don't do the beach. I wonder if they are ever going to take that into consideration when planning these family vacations? Probably not. Don't do sand, sun, salt water, heat, crowds. So where do we go every year. The beach. I guess I'm just outnumbered. My favorite vacation (for all of us) was when we went to the state park in Warm Springs, GA. I've probably said that 50 times, but nobody is listening. There was no TV, no phones, no restaurants. We played games, talked, went for walks, cooked, slept late. We probably couldn't recreate it. Especially with the babies, but I'd like to try. Actually, if you saw Dan in Real Life.....that's what I want! A big ole cabin and everybody playing charades and doing talent night and singing silly songs and acting a fool. Lord knows we got some fools!

I have discovered facebook. Now that is some fun. The only thing that would be better about it is if more people my age would do it. Probably 95% of my "friends" are under 30 and that's not right. I try not to talk to them too much unless they talk first. I don't want them to think I'm some creepy stalker. Sometimes I can't help myself. They say or do something that I have to comment on. And a couple of them want to "play" with me. I've been "kidnapped" about a dozen times by one of Sarah's childhood friends whose husband is deployed. I've also found out that I suck at Auburn trivia. But I keep at it. I will not quit till I get out of the basement. I have passed a lot of people, but I have to at least catch up to Beth. I have to help my team!

OK. Enough yammering. I don't have to say everything in one day.