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In another recent post I talked about Avi's gymnastic abilities...now check this out. Oh and just ignore the white trash play area ;-)

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John healed the computer. Yay on that. One x-ray and $199 dollars later....the vet announced that Febie (my oldest and dearest dog) has arthritis in her back and pelvis. Christopher got ringworm. It was going away and came back with a VENGENCE. Sending him to the MD today. If it doesn't heal up by next week...his entry into the Air Force will be delayed until...when we don't know. Could be DECEMBER. Not happy about that.
So that's life right now. I haven't had a chance to get photos onto the computer, but they are coming.
Could use prayer re: Christopher's arm.

Sadness...

I'm pathetically hooked into the internet....so it's kind of a problem when one's computer DIES. I've been nursing it along for quite sometime now, and today...I can't even turn it on. ugh. Of course over the weekend. I have no idea if it will live again. I have LOADS of photos on there that I've been slowly been backing up to an online album...but not all of them have made it. I have no idea if any of my data will be able to be recovered...and how will I pay bills, or chat with friends, or update my blog, or...or...or...?!
My folks and brother are in town, so I've got limited access on my Dad's laptop until he leaves town on Tuesday morning. Not sure what I'll do then? Hit up the library...until the computer can either be fixed or replaced. I just need the data. It's all I really care about.

Until then. I'll be silent, but taking lots of photos in the meantime so when I'm back on...it will be with photos and all :)

The Rabbit

One of my favorite books of all time is "The Velveteen Rabbit" by Margery Williams. I had not read it to the kids yet, because I cannot get through the book without CRYING. It's terrible. I can't help it, I cry every-single-time.

Today, Avonlea whipped it out and wanted me to read it to her. I did, and cried. She looked at me very strangely and I'm hoping one day she can cry over it with me. For now the sentimentality of it all is lost on her, but as I was reading I came to this paragraph...

"Weeks passed, and the little Rabbit grew very old and shabby, but the Boy loved him just as much. He loved him so hard that he loved all his whiskers off, and the pink lining to his ears turned grey. He even began to lose his shape, and he scarcely looked like a rabbit anymore, except to the Boy. To him he was always beautiful, and that was all that the little Rabbit cared about. He didn't mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had made him Real, and when you are Real, shabbiness doesn't matter."

...and thought of Fuv.

Tribute

I've never been a huge Michael Jackson fan. I never had his poster on my wall or cried tears of joy over him, yet stangely enough I know most of the lyrics to a lot of the songs. I remember when the "Thriller" video came out, and the kids at school who had the red "leather" jacket. He was a musical icon and yes I DO have a bunch of MJ's music on the iPod. It reminds me of junior high and high school and come on, you have to admit that it's hard not to do the head bop to "Billie Jean" or hum "ABC...easy as 1-2-3." Sad for his kids...but does it deserve a whole day of news on his death? I'm not sure. He was more than a little "off" if you know what I mean and my "approval rating" of him went down after his multiple scandals...all that aside...we ate dinner to Michael Jackson songs tonight. I caught Adam singing and bopping around to "Bad" it's pretty funny. He didn't know I was filming it, which is why the lighting is terrible and you see a lot of white table cloth. You'll also hear a few random slurping noises and Adam saying "she spilled!" That's Avonlea spilling her milk and then trying to suck it off the tablecloth really fast...don't judge me people on my tribute or my kid drinking milk off the table!

The Cuteness of it All

I crept up behind the kids watching Wall-E...wrapped in a blanket together. Beyond cute.

Can't do It.

Fuv came back. The sorrow was just too much for this Mama's heart to handle.