Short Cast

Glory GLORY Hallelujah! Last friday Capri got a short cast and can now straighten her arm (no her arm is not stuck in a bent position, I just neglected to take a pic of it straight). She chose green to match her Tinkerbell costume she'll wear for Halloween because she WON'T be getting her cast off Halloween day like we hoped. In fact she'll have it an extra week, making it a total of 9 weeks in a cast. Bummer. Hopefully it will come off then and won't be delayed any more. The doctor told Jeff (who took Capri to her appointment, did a FAB job and then took her to the AWESOME Children's Mercy cafeteria afterwards) that in an adult a break this severe would have required pins and surgery. But in a little kid they heal so much easier that she was able to avoid them - but isn't able to avoid a long cast time. It's just not healed yet and as much as I'd like to see her free of the darn thing, I want her bones to be strong as steal when it comes off.
Capri of course is still a trooper about the whole ordeal. She really is a funny girl. She will cry ENDLESSLY about the tiniest of scratches and owies - but a broken arm, shed only a few tears. Seriously, she cried FAR FAR more the other day when she burned her finger on a lightbulb at a friends house. FAR MORE.
Golly do I love her though, how boring life might be without the drama that IS Capri!

PS - if it looks like her clothes are on backwards in the picture, that's cause they are. It was backwards day at school today, and she refused to switch them around frontways when she came home.

Agro and New Socks

Meet Agro, our new fish. He's named after Steve Irwin's favorite crocodile - I mentioned our love of Steve right? Right??
Anyway, he has only been with us for a couple of hours and already we can tell he's a different fish than Steve-o was. He's smaller, faster and fiestier - I think he must be pretty young. He seems to really like hanging out at the bottom of his bowl (hopefully not an omen of things to come), but then can zip to the top so fast I worry he'll come flying out.
Welcome to the family Agro!

In other equally important and RIVETING news, I bought Rome some new socks. When you see the picture below you will fully understand how important this was. The top two socks are the two sizes he's had for I don't know how long - the middle being from his "bigger" pairs. The bottom is one of the new ones. The bottom one fits him, really. That's how long it's been since I've bought him new socks. Poor Rome. Pardon me while I hang my head in shame.

RIP Steve-o

Yesterday, when I went to feed Steve-o, I couldn't see him right away. Upon closer inspection I found
him. . .at the bottom of his bowl.
Sob.

We really loved Steve-o. He was named after Steve Irwin (The Crocodile Hunter), a person that Jeff and I both dearly loved. Steve inspired us both in many ways. Mostly he showed us a love for life and the world that we'd never seen before. Oftentimes we'll say to each other, "We need to remember to be like Steve in this situation". His love for animals, and all creatures for that matter was amazing - us being the biggest babies on the planet when it comes to critters. When Steve Irwin died, we cried. Honestly. Both of us. It seemed that we had lost a friend, even though we were never fortunate enough to actually meet the man. Therefore, it seemed fitting to name our first pet after him.

Steve-o was such a "with it" fish, so attentive and he actually noticed when you came by his bowl. Seriously. When you went up to his bowl he would swim right over to you. Especially to me, I usually fed him and whether you choose to believe it or not, he seemed to recognize me every time. Jeff swears that he waved to Sable, not just both fins flapping - but only one.

When we first got Steve-o he wouldn't eat for about a week. Or so it at least seemed because every little red pellet I put in his bowl ended up at the bottom. I was so worried he was going to die that first week, until I started tapping the water right where I put in the pellets. That got him swimming right to them and he'd eat. Funny fish.

So when I found Steve-o I was truly sad, and when I broke the news so were Jeff and the kids. No, we didn't cry. He was, at the end of the day, just a fish. But he was a good fish, we loved him, and we will miss him.

For: My Cousin Emily (and any other living, breathing woman out there)

The reason I was willing to be freaked out of my mind for a good 4 years straight.

Finished

Several days ago I finished the book I refuse to call by name. You all have heard the name ENOUGH in one lifetime anyhow.
My final thoughts on in it:

1. Too scary. Yes, I am a weenie. Those 50 pages of actual action were scary for me. Again, I admit to being a weenie. I don't like being scared. And Jeff was working so I had to be scared all by my lonesome.
How then did you ever watch the X-Files you may ask? Good question. I spent every year I watched the X-Files in a state of constant fear. It is a true testament to David Duchovoney's hotness and Fox Mulder's awesome character as to WHY I ever endured that show.

2. I REALLY REALLY REALLY didn't like what Bella did to her Dad. I don't care if he was in danger, that was just not cool.

3. Man is this book rigged for a sequel or WHAT?? You finish the darn thing are are left saying, "That's the end?".

4. I did get a little sick of how perfectly perfect Edward is. It makes him IMPOSSIBLE to imagine. Plus, I really don't like pretty boys. So I found myself imagining him looking a lot like Duncan MacLeod from Highlander. Now THAT'S perfection.

5. I liked it enough that I'm considering reading the next book. But I don't know. Mostly I'd read it because I ended up liking the side characters a lot. Alice and Jasper are great, so is Jacob. Really all the side characters ended up as my favorites. So I'd be interested in reading more about them. Course I'd have to wade through more descriptions of Edward's "perfect face" and "marble arms". That could be rough.

Your thoughts??

Broken Arm Update

No gory details Dad, I promise.
Capri is doing great. She pretty much NEVER complains, no make that she NEVER EVER complains. Not even that it itches.
She had an appointment yesterday and her X-Ray looks great, don't panic Dad I didn't post it this time. Even though I should have because it looks pretty much like regular bones now.
She got a new cast, it's waterproof and bright orange -for Halloween she says. She can wear it in the bath, and in fact HAS to get it wet everyday so it doesn't stick to her skin. So far so good with it, again no complaints. The first thing she said when they took her old cast off? "It's COLD!" Meaning the air hitting her skin.
In two weeks the doc says she should be able to get out of the high arm cast and into a lower one so her elbow will finally be free. Then another two weeks and she should be able to get it off for good - seeing as there aren't any problems between now and then. That means she MIGHT be getting it off on Halloween day. Hooray! Maybe we can avoid the ever popular question which is sure to be asked at every house where we trick-or-treat, and that Capri refuses to answer, "What did you do to your arm??" She just looks at me. . . which doesn't look good!




PS - Last week Capri posted this sign on her door. She informed me that it says, "No people allowed". When I replied, "No PEOPLE?" She said, "Well boys and girls can go in." "Oh" I said, "You mean no adults." "Yes" she said, "NO adults."
Apparently I have a 5 year old going on 15.
Great.

That CERTAIN time of day (come on, don't make me write it)

I can't BEAR to write the name of this book as the title to my post, on MY blog where I have oh so openly shared my feelings on the darn thing.
So I won't.

Since I'm being FORCED to read the book that I can't bear to name, here are my thoughts so far. I'm about 2/3 the way through.

1. It's a quick read. I am by far the SLOWEST reader in the entire world. So if I think it' a quick read, then it really must be.

2. When I take it someplace to read, like McDonald's or the gym - I VERY much want to rip the cover off so that nobody can see what it is I'm reading. Seriously. That is how embarrassed I am to be reading it. But I haven't done that because I'd be MORE embarrassed if somebody thought I was reading a romance novel or something like that with a ridiculous picture on the front. Not that this ISN'T a romance novel, let's just face it - it IS.

3. What is up with this author and DASHES? The book is riddled with them! When I started reading it I said to Jeff, "What is this, a blog entry, an e-mail, WHAT?"

4. I still don't care for Vampires.

5. All that said, I don't hate the book. I won't say that I LIKE it. But I don't hate it. It's actually surprised me a bit.

6. I do like Edward's character. I think it would be sort of impossible to NOT like him. I mean, he's the ultimate male. I CANNOT picture his face (and in my mind his hair is very dark, I know it's not really), but I can picture his persona. He's the guy that frankly every woman wants. We ALL want a guy who is enough of a man that he can and will rescue us, that if he bosses us around sometimes it doesn't bother us. And if you're shaking your head and saying "No, No, not me." Then you're a big fat liar.

7. I think that everybody is going to be VERY disappointed by the movie. There is just no way possible that they can capture these characters correctly. And I've seen the guy they cast as Edward, HE is supposed to be indescribably beautiful? Whoever cast that movie should be ashamed.

8. I still don't get why this series became so insanely popular. I'll admit that it can be a fun read, but come on! Is it really the best story ever? I guess there is something to be said for a book being written at the right time.

So that's that. So far.

Corrie, I hope you're happy.
But if you EVER compare this book to X-Files again, or Edward to our beloved Fox Mulder and Bella to our also beloved Dana Scully - I will have to disconnect my video phone.