Obviously I'm the only one posting anymore, so if you have ever thought to yourself, "Wow, it's so neat that Pocketfood represents the humor, experiences, and insights of three siblings," you might want to look into finding a new homepage. I'm just sayin'.

So, let's get the bad news out of the way so we can venture into greener pastures, hmm? Our family dog was put to sleep this week. She was 13 years old, which I think is about 243 in dog years. Good ol' Molly. Up until six months ago she was still running after birds. When I saw her last month she was flat-footed and stiff, her paws all swollen and her legs kind of twisted. Her eyes looked vacant, but she recognized Ty and me, wagging her little stumpy tail like crazy. She was a part of our family and we've all been pretty sad about it. So long, girl.

And now, miscellaneous news.

--> I bought a digital camera last week. It's like my tiny perfect little baby, but a baby you might describe as "not so much cute as really shiny." A baby that drains batteries like they're mocha coconut frappachinos. A baby with sweet manual features so that I can delve a little more into the world of photography just like I've always wanted. I only wish I could take a picture of my camera, so that you might share in its cuteness. Which brings to mind a question. If God can do anything, could He make my camera take a picture of itself? I just blew your mind, didn't I.

--> Speaking of babies, congrats to my good friends Mr. and Mrs. Mittens on the birth of their beautiful baby girl. I'm so happy for them and I can't wait to meet her. But let me ask them this: can YOUR baby take three minute movies with sound? Well, can she?

--> Yesterday I saw a man standing at the bus stop, apparently homeless, carrying a sleeping bag and numerous other bags. And he was wearing what was very clearly a "Price Is Right" nametag reading, "Roby." I kid you not. In the words of my friend C., "I guess he didn't win." Heh.

--> We've heard from Jezzie way out there yonder 'cross the sea, and she's having the time of her life. She's now in Athens, for those of you keeping track of her whereabouts on your limited-edition "Where in the world is that crazy beyotch Jezzie?" map. She's working ten to 12 hour days doing some kind of manual labor and catching the sights when she can. Operation Greece, Your Language Is Not Even In Real Letters For Me To Read is a success so far, and hopefully will continue to be. I told her to watch out for swarthy men before she left ... has she been following my advice? We shall see. I have this vision of her coming back to the states, totally buff, tan, speaking fragmented Italian and Greek, wearing sunglasses and hats all the time, on the arm of some dude named Marco or something. Why didn't I go abroad after college? I missed my damn chance.

--> I need a summer hobby. Knitting just lost all appeal now that it's hot. Who wants to sit there with a big ass pile of yarn on your lap? Not me. So if you have an idea for some other hobby I could take up during these sweltering summer months, email me. Right out are cross-stitching, macrame, and scrapbooking, so if you were planning to suggest any of those I suggest you come up with something else. If I choose the hobby you suggest, I will make you something and then send it to you. And it might not necessarily have anything to do with the hobby. Like, it could be a pair of snazzy knit wristbands like I made Jezzie. It's a mystery prize. One promise though: it will be awesome.

-m