I think I like Facebook less and less all the time.  I joined as a way to keep up with my kids and their friends.  While I don't particularly enjoy living in a virtual fishbowl, I guess there are millions, my kids among them, who do.  I suppose I can live with all my "friends" being notified when I write one person a note on her wall or when I comment on a particularly horrible picture of myself that some friend posted.  What I can't stand is the advertising stuff on the left side of the page.  While I've heard rumors (from my kids) that there are scantily dressed women in those ads, I have come to realize the ads are specific to your profile, because those women never appear on my pages.  Mine...no partially clothed males there.  I get a head shot with these words: A new social network for people who have lived a little...join xyz - it's free and easy.  Or I get one of any number of weight loss ads.  Nowhere in my profile did I list my height and weight...I guess they assume every female my age has pounds to lose.  I might even be offended...if it weren't so true.  I think the worst though are the ads that remind me I'm about to turn 40.  Yes...they are individually customized with my age glaring at me.  Really though, getting older isn't all that bad.  I'm just not sure I need to be reminded every time I log into Facebook.

First off...I WON!!!
A Xanga friend had a drawing for free movies and I won.  Isn't that fun!?!  Admittedly we already have P&P, but technically it is Alyssa's (since she bought it with her own moo la).  So now I have my own copy.  Yippee!!!

Next, did you know that the boy, Keith Thibodeaux, who played Little Ricky in "I Love Lucy" is the same boy who played Johnny Paul Jason, Opie Taylors best friend, in "The Andy Griffith Show".  He became a Christian in the mid seventies, and,  for those of you who interested in ballet, it gets even more interesting.  He is now the manager of his wife's professional ballet company, Ballet Magnificat!.  Who would have ever imagined?  Some day I really, really want to see their version of The Nutcracker called A Christmas Dream.

Okay...so nothing of great value this morning, just a few random thoughts.

I remember when we began announcing we were pregnant with baby #4.  I had a sweet elderly lady at church say, "Congratulations, or wait, do you say congratulations when it's the fourth?"  I was dumbfounded.  I have since gotten used to the "wow, you really have your hands full" comments.  As the kids have grown up, I find I hear that less and less...or maybe I'm just immune to it.

Recently we have become good friends with some other "large" families.  As a matter of fact, when the three families get together, twenty kids, age 1 to 18, are present.  Obvious we are the SMALL family in the group.

While I'm quite okay with having more kids than the average family, it never crossed my mind that we could be fined for being together in a public place.  When we stayed at the Marriot Hotel in downtown Louisville last fall, we found this welcoming sign at the pool. 


This is no small hotel and yet our entire family can't swim at the same time!  It wasn't a big problem as Patrick was in meetings most of the time...but I did feel kind of bad for the poor folks that wandered into the pool area after my four kids and I had already maxxed out the pool capacity.

I would have to say this is the most un-family friendly hotel we have ever encountered.

And I couldn't help but wander, who does the fining...and how do they (whoever THEY are) know who was the sixth, seventh or eighth person to jump in?