IT CRASHED

Many of my blogs have been written at night, lying in my bed with my laptop on my lap, relaxing after the kids were asleep or at least falling asleep. Sometime last week I began to notice that my computer was working much slower than usual. We thought it was our fairly new printer being hooked up to it so B disconnected it from my laptop. It began to work a little bit faster for a day or two and I thought my troubles were over. On Saturday the motor, (do computers have motors) began to make a really funky sound. When B heard it he claimed that it sounded as if my hard drive was being eaten by a virus. YIKES! By Sunday it no longer worked. Big B spent hours on Saturday trying to save the computer and my sanity. By Saturday night it was dead. My poor computer has been at the shop since Monday morning and I am hoping and keeping fingers and toes crossed that it can be saved. I am really missing my buddy. Even though I still have B's computer, it isn't the same. In order to blog tonight, I need to sit in the office with boys interrupting me and a little S not wanting to sleep. I now hear her opening her bedroom door for the umpteenth time after I first put her to bed. I can't get the same concentration going as compared to when I am sitting in my room.
Besides the computer crashing, my favorite vacuum cleaner began making peculiar noises too Thursday. This is my good ole KIRBY and needless to say I was pretty dissappointed in those loud noises. When Monday rolled around I had to bring my trusted KIRBY to the shop to be repaired. I had to drag my old vacuum out to attempt to rid my downstairs of the tremendous amount of BUDDY fur covering my floors and sofas. After vacuuming with my old Simplicity, the dog fur was pretty much still there. Thank goodness for small favors and my Kirby was repaired today.
KIRBY has had a complete tune up, new HUB CAPS????, a new light and new plug installed. I picked it up this afternoon and vacuumed my downstairs as soon as I got home. Boy, I missed my KIRBY. It may be heavy, it may have been expensive, but nothing has the power that it does. ( Except maybe a Dyson?)

Onto some S news. B had tickets to the Phillies game on Sunday afternoon. So he decided to take little b to the game. While they were gone I had planned to take E and S to the movies to see Wall-E. We were just about ready to go when yours truly had to run upstairs one last time. E and S had been playing something, running and laughing. Moments later I heard a funny noise and E asking S if she were okay? I heard no response. I ran downstairs and saw S looking stunned sitting on the couch. E told me that she fell and hit her head on one of our end tables. Upon closer inspection of her head, I saw an open gash which looked like stitches were needed to close it. Within a couple of minutes we were on our way to the hospital. S had two great nurses caring for her, Sue and Thea and I knew she was in great hands. She was such a trooper during the entire ordeal. Not a tear was shed which may actually be a red flag. Those of you who have adopted or are getting ready to adopt will understand why. I have been asking her if her boo boo head hurts or did hurt and she tells me, "a little bit." If it were me, I would have cried and cried hard.
She now has 6 staples in her head and I don't think she will be playing karate with E anymore.

I am sorry but I am unable to post pictures. Hopefully my laptop will be saved and I can get back to my picture posting soon.

Hope everyone is well.

Until the next time,
J