Sure, there's some charlatans out ther

I don't think that's an accurate characterisation when the School of Chiropractic makes the big claims, and those who limit the scope of their powers are technically going against Word Of God.

The adjustments and manipulation != chiropractic medicine as a whole.

You can, in fact, get that shit done by a doctor (DO, in my case) before you get a PT prescription, and not pay into the Woo.

Oh geeeze, that means the Nilly tour was also 10 years ago this summer. And K-Bug having her wrist surgery was 10 years ago (I think Teppy and K-Bug went under the knife on the same day). Unpossible.

Nope. Has to have been 9 years ago, because Nilly Tour was the same year I got pregnant with Lilly, who turns 8 in a week.

I think there are some chiropractors who just treat muscular skeletal issues. But according to Chripractor.com Chripractors can provide partial or full relief for the following:

Astham
Ear Infections
Fertility issues
MS
Respiratory infections
Frequent Cold and flus
GI problems

Another site said they can treat ezcema and another site claims it can boost the immune system.

For a long time, based on the claims of the founder, there were claims that it could cure deafness.

Even knowing exactly how old Lily is--because I know how old Isaac is--it seems almost unpossible that she's almost 8. And Em dear lord must be 9 by now.

What professional movers really like a bunch of boxes that are the same size, but I hate the idea of buying boxes, so that's is too bad.

Then they are welcome to provide me with all of the boxes I will use.

Though my in-laws have made three separate trips to the moving people to get used boxes, so I shouldn't complain.

The end of day 2 is in sight! Soon there will be schmancy food, and tomorrow we might actually do some sight-seeing.

Plei, is Lilly back to being Lilly, or still Lillian? Matilda may want to make her a card, and she'll want to get it exactly right.

Oh and Matilda too! Though I see enough pictures of her that I can comprehend she's getting older.

BTW, I am in total denial that all this means I'm inevitably getting older too. I'm approaching my 50s like I approached my 30s and 40s--I'm okay with my decade going up as long as my face takes a few years to catch up. I'll admit that I'm worried that my body will do another one of those immediate signs of decay things like it did after 40. Oh well.

Friday evening thinkiness: I know Roger Ebert did not believe in God or in any kind of supernatural afterlife, but I can't help thinking that if he was wrong then he is surely someplace heavenly, and I am imagining the heaven of a film lover of encyclopedic knowledge and lower-case c catholic tastes as a cinema version of Dream's library from Sandman, where he might eventually get around to rewatching everything he already loves but not until he'd spent a millennium or so watching all the masterpieces that never were or that have been lost forever.

He might start with a single pristine copy of the unbutchered director's cut of The Magnificent Ambersons, and possibly from there to Orson Welles's nonexistent but fantastic 38-part series of the entire dramatic works of Shakespeare, including Love's Labours Won.

Then, I'm not quite sure, but with the film industry the way it is there must be an Infinite library's worth of unjustly stifled or stillborn timeless classics.

I am imagining the heaven of a film lover

Getting to watch your favorite film for the first time again.

(I'll admit right here, I stole that line from an episode of Arrow, and the character claimed it was from a film critic, and I am too damn lazy to google it, but it is still SO RIGHT. For books, too, or really most things of loveliness.)

I love what sudafed does for my sinuses and lungs. I hate what it does to the rest of me.