It's all down hill from here....

I was going to do a bunch of mini posts, but I don't have the time to be creative. Sorry to be lazy. I have to rem ind myself sometimes that the purpose of this site is FREE THERAPY to me first and as a method of sharing stories second.

I turned 40 last week. Hence the title of the blog. get it? I'm over the hill. ha ha. However, I embraced it and celebrated quietly. Last weekend was Easter, so we had a late cake for Mike and early one for me. Then this weekend we (Mike twins and I) met Scott and Ann at Renovo for steak. It was so good. Then we went to the playground and enjoyed a very warm beautiful day. peaceful. took long way home to look for elk with the usual results....

Pinocchio Head: Noah has been doing better with his swimming. Not a lot, but occasionally letting go of the teacher and trying. Last Saturday (day before Easter) I let Matt and mike take them and I spent that time with dad, When they were done, they came to the nursing home. I was running my fingers through Noah's bangs and I saw a nickel sized red mark. I said "Where did you get that, Buddy?" I hit my head on the wall at swimming.... Ok, I thought. I can't imagine you swimming hard enough to hit your head on the wall, but ok. whatever.

Later I was running my fingers through his bangs (thinking, hey, this must be a habit....) and was shocked to find it turn a nasty blue brown color and popping out... later it looked like pinocchio's nose on his forehead. Bless his heart. Two nose bleeds and a day and half later Mike says "maybe he ahd a concussion." never occured to us. bad mommy. bad mommy. Anyway, he is cool now and kinda tried yesterday at swimming. Mike said "to hell with this, I can't wait to get him in the river or a lake and throw him in...." yeah, mommy will see about that.

Fleeing the Nest: Matt has been gone all weekend. and has an ear infection and is on antibiotics. He went turkey hunting sat morning with Russell (Peach's friend) did get anything but had a blast. Then went to Ronnies. He's been doing that a lot. makes me a little nrevous, but we all know I'm over protective. However, in my defense, I know what I did as a kid.... So this has been the deal, He goes to R's and they play guitars and then go bowling...then come home and play games or guitar half the night and then (the part that makes me a genius) they have to go to church the next morning. It is awesome. and they don't complain. we recently changed churches and are going to R's church (which is the Lanse Lutheran and Uncle Ron and Aunt mary's) so they now go to the same church.... good boys.

Dad: poor pap hasn't been doing the best. He sleeps alot and recently was diagnosed with Pneumonia and high calcium level. .. Yesterday he was awake and I really enjoyed visiting with him. He talked a lot, but I could only understand about 10% of what he said. He hates the alarms going off. At the last meeting, they told mom that he's no longer a flight risk and may move him to another wing. Oh, I hope so. Oh, and they called and said he fell last night but hit his butt and was ok. My heart is constantly breaking for him. Oh, one funny thing. I was rambling on telling him all this stuff and he is just basically staring ahead and I said "Hey, do you know what today is? It the first day of fishing season!" and his eyebrows shot up and he looked so happy....

Bleu Cheese Please: I personally hate that the funniest of my stories are always about Sammers, it feels unfair to matt and Noah. But that's life and hopefully Jim Carrey will make me some money.... Last night he was begging croutons off everyone's salad and mine had bleu cheese on it. Well he loved it. Figures. Uncle Scott loves Bleu cheese too he says. same inital thing. Scott David, Samuel David..... so I had to go make him his own salad. two pieces of lettuce, 8 million croutons and blue cheese. We all gave him positive feedback... good boy eating a salad... etc.... all of a sudden he got this look. I wish I could describe it. Oh my. worse than the eat the lemon face... just pure.... terror lets say. we're all like sammy! what's wrong? and it's obvious he ate something ...bad. he's just trying to get it down. in his defense, he didn't spit it across the table. Scott looks at us and says, bleu cheese. Oh my gosh, he got a chunk. Because Sportsmans only serves the best, you know, Sysco.... Oh we all laughed. He finally gets it down and takes a drink and looks at me and says "What color was that that I just ate?!"