Well, posting has been rather scarce for many different reasons.  I have no internet at my house (though I have been at my mother's since Sunday).  Also, I have been very busy doing my surgical internship at Seattle Grace Hospital.  And with all the drama between me and Dr. McDreamy, well...it doesn't leave much time for much else.  Like posting.  Or eating.  Or really even breathing that much.  (For those of you that have been living in a cave or otherwise have productive lives, this is all a reference to Grey's Anatomy, a tv show that has become my life.  Even my dad has entered this McWorld.  We call him Dr. McGrumpy).  And when we are not living our lives vicariously through Mere, George, Dr. Bailey, Izzy, Alex or Cristina, we are battling each other at video Karoke.  And I rock.  The game said so...I am a SUPERSTAR.  (You should hear our rendition of Love Shack.  It will give you chills.  Maybe, like, I-feel-sick-and-I'm-going-to-vomit chills.)

Oh, yeah.  About Sam.  He is doing really well (other than the fact that he has NOT jumped on the Grey's Anatomy bandwagon).  He finally got the appliance for his mouth and can now move his jaw back and forth.  His appliance is, unfortunately, not a microwave but just a ridicioulsy expensive retainerish contraption that he slips in his mouth, takes out, sets in different biazzare and illogical locations (on his walker, behind the television, next to the toilet, etc...) and then causes my parents to run around like headless chickens looking for it.  I think we should just make it into a necklace--that way, when he ISN'T wearing it, it can just hang  casually around his neck.  Glistening with spit.  It would look nice.   Maybe start a new trend among the young folk. 

He is also now walking a lot with a walker, though his chair is still the main mode of casual transportation.  His walker is pretty slick. It's black with hand brakes, a little seat and even a black wire basket on the front. You could put a little dog in it.  Or maybe just a picnic lunch or something.  And, man, is it FAST.  That thing just purrs right across the wood floors, like butter, especially if you get a running start first, leap onto it with your knees and then crunch down and lean forward (aerodynamic reasons, you see).  You just glide forever (or until to crash into something).  Not that I would know this from personal expereince.  I think it just mentioned this in the brochure or something.  The walker is purely for rehibilitative purposes and that, my friend, is seriously business in the Howell house.  (But if you DO ever use the walker for recreational reasons, remember it is better to use the hand brakes when you stop.  This is much more effective then yelling "GET OUT OF MY WAY I CAN'T CONTROL THIS THING!"  Just a thought.)

We were also interviewed today because we are very interesting, entertaining, important people.  (Not really...it was all about Sam).  But that will have to be another post.  My mom just called and we have to be walking out the door in 20 minutes.  And, although that just isn't going to happen, it might be a bad idea to not even try.  Like if I just keep posting.  So I better walk around the house and just look busy.

Later (for real).

Bec (the-girl-that-used-to-post-a-lot-but-now-is-known-as-the-sister-formally -known- -as -the-poster".   Not like a poster made out of paper that hangs on a wall. Just someone who used to write on a blog).  Whatever.