Busy, busy this weekend has been. Raven had a doctors appointment Friday. She was a new patient so she had to have a first visit just to get established. The doc did the routine exam and said she seemed over all healthy. That is until he had her bend down and touch her toes so he could examine her back. He felt along her spine and said that he may be seeing something there that isn’t but he wanted to make sure. He thinks she may have a mild case of scoliosis (people who suffer from scoliosis have a spine that is curved like an S) and he gave me an order for a spine x-ray which we will do sometime this coming week. Raven has said on a regular basis that her back hurt. Sometimes I blew it off (which I shouldn’t of) cause she would always complain about it when she was told to do some type of chore. So I just thought she was using it as an excuse. That was a bad parenting move on my part. But that’s not the first one and will not be the last. The doctor also told Raven that she should only drink 3 to 4 cans of pop a week (instead of the 3 to 4 cans of pepsi or sprite that she usually drinks a day). She wasn’t to happy about that but she has been keeping up with what the doc said and hasn’t had any pop since Friday morning.

Friday night, Raven and I took M out to eat for his birthday (which isn’t until today). We drove up to Chili’s cause they just rock so much.

Saturday I went and picked up M’s birthday cake. It was a Sugar Cookie Cookie Cake from The Great American Cookie Company.

Today I fixed him his birthday breakfast and we stayed in bed and watch Role Models, which was pretty good actually.

All in all it was a decent weekend.

When I got Raven up this morning it was like any other school day. She did her normal routine. Bathroom, wash face, brush teeth, scrub fingernails, get dressed, say good morning to hamtaro . . . that’s were the routine stopped short and she came running to tell me with tears filling her eyes that she thinks Hamtaro is dead. Sure enough, there he was laying on his back at the bottom of his hamster slide looking as if he took one finale ride down the slide before he bit the dust. Raven was understandably upset. I picked up Hamtaro’s little dead body and placed him in a little jewelry gift box and told Raven that I would bury him while she was in school. She did some more crying, wiped her tears away and got on the school bus.

When she came home she was feeling much better. Not upset. Still sad but able to make jokes and move on with her life. She told me that she told some of her friends what had happened. That’s when our conversation turned more then a little odd.

Raven: I told some friends about Hamtaro.
Me: What did they say?
Raven: Not much.

(Pause)

Raven: Are you upset about Hamtaro, Mommy
Me: No.
Raven: He’s going to come back from the dead and bite you for not being upset.
Me: Well, if I get bit by a zombie hamster then I will turn into either a zombie or a hamster. Possibly both, I’m not sure.
Raven: That would freakin’ cool!

Yep, she acts more like me every day (poor kid).

Anywho, Rest In Piece Hamtaro. You where a good dwarf hamster.

Well, it looks as if we will not be getting our own place anytime soon. Ugh. It sucks but what can I do. So the whole search for a house is on hold. Blah. I’ll just have to continue to try to make the best of it.

On a better note, I did our taxes the other day and it looks as if we will be getting a nice chunk of change back which M is telling me I should use some of it to buy a new digital SLR camera. My Olympus E20 has been an extremely faithful SLR to me but has been acting wonky the past year and seeing how it is almost 7 years old it probably is about time to retire my old friend.