This weekend we picked up LEGO Star Wars II, for the XBox 360 , and Will and I took some time to play two player. Let me tell you, it rocks! At first I thought this game was just for the kiddies, being LEGO and all, but I was wrong. It was a lot of fun. There are a few tips and tricks to learn, but it drops you in the Mos Eisley cantina to begin with to get the hang of the controls, and to create your profile. Take your time here. Blow up and pick up as much as you can. You’ll also find yourself back here when you leave and restart a game.

One of the only spots I found annoying was something I dislike about most two player games: proximity. This one is a real stickler. I found myself being drug all over the place by Will. He was even dragging me off ledges and bridges and such. So if you play with a partner, stick together! Also, if you play with a friend, be sure to grab up all the pieces they drop when they die. Everytime you fall off of something, or just get shot/hit too often, you die and lose a bunch of pieces, so if you can, have someone collect them.

I loved the rest of the game, especially the humor. If you’re a fan of the movies, you’ll quickly recognize the parts where this deviates. But hello, it’s LEGO. You can’t stick too close to the script when you’re dealing with LEGOs. Besides, one of my favorite things about this game is playing as Chewbacca and ripping people’s arms out of their sockets.

I won’t ruin the entire game for you, mostly because I’m still in Episode IV, just leaving the Death Star, but I will tell you that no matter how old you are, if you like Star Wars, and have any kind of sense of humor, you’ll really enjoy this game.

Here’s a little book review (yes, I can read).

I read Marley and Me by John Grogan after hearing Howard Stern talk about. Of all places. It sounded warm and fuzzy and that’s what I was in the mood for. So I picked up a copy, and wow was he right! I loved it. I love animals, so of course it appealed to me, but I think that anyone can relate to the stories of love and loss. I won’t ruin it for you, but have the tissues handy!

Yep, the cotton is a bloomin’! And I’m miserable. I know, it’s blasphemy to utter such words here in Mississippi where cotton is king, but I hate cotton! And until we get my digestive tract back under control, I’m not supposed to be taking any of my old meds. Well the time has come to call my GI doctor and raise hell. I can’t live without my Allegra. It’s official. I can’t breathe, and it sucks. My eyes are puffy, I’m itchy and just allover miserable. As soon as I’m able, “Super Allergy Girl” is going on the offensive!

St. Jude has been so wonderful to us, both to my son as a patient and to us as his biggest fans. Please help us give back!

Dine at Chili’s Grill & Bar on September 25 and you can help in the fight against childhood cancer. On this Monday, participating Chili’s restaurants will donate 100 percent of profits for the day to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital. And while there, you and your friends can have fun creating a pepper for a donation that will also go to St. Jude.

Read all about it here

Ordinarily Socks will play with boxes if he thinks no one is looking. He loves boxes. He really can’t help himself when it comes to a box, any kind of box. So last night, Will’s empty Coke carton is lying next to the door to go out with the trash, and Socks can’t resist. Of course I find this phenomenon fascinating. So I run to grab my camera like I’ve done dozens of times before, only this time, he doesn’t stop to stare at me. He actually keeps playing with the box like I’m not there. So not only did I get the “once in a lifetime” photo, I also got video of the event!

Hard to believe he’s 3 months old!

Here he is with one of his rawhide chew sticks. Check out his DogSter page to see more photos.

Today I came across Thinking and Driving , a blog by Joel. I especially love the entry from the 11th about W.

Well, it’s been a few few days. Sunday I had to live on a clear liquid diet for my “procedure” yesterday. And by procedure, I mean a VERY invasive lower GI thing. Then at noon, I had to take 4, count em FOUR, laxatives. As if I wasn’t going enough. Then more clear liquids. Then at 6, I had to drink this stuff, that tasted slightly better than dishwashing soap . Well, after the first few cupfulls, I figure that if I chase it with a little Sprite, it’s not that bad. So this goes on for a while. Will bringing in the goop, and me trying to chug it with a Sprite chaser. I think it was around cup number 5 or 6 that I started getting really sick. Then it started coming back up. So we called my GI doctor and he said it was fine. We could still continue with my procedure tomorrow. Ok, so fast forward to about 2am Monday morning. My stomach is killing me. I mean moaning, groaning, crying out in pain kind of killing me. Will wakes up and pages my doctor, because according to my instructions, I can’t take any more meds. The doctor tells Will to give me whatever I need for the pain. So I take some pills and it’s off to la-la land, finally.

We get up bright and early Monday morning and head to the hospital. We get there and wait and soon enough they come to collect me. They strip me, plop on a stretcher and the fun begins. I wake up sometime later and find out that I snoozed through the procedure, the explanation by my doctor and the trip home. According to Will, the doctor found some lesions, and he biopsied some of them. He also doubled the amount of medication I’m currently taking. So I go back to see the doctor on the 25th, and in the meantime, I just get to wait and how much more fun my digestive tract has in store for me!

Man, am I cranky!