Well. I know that drama in our life keeps us from being bored, however...can I be bored now? For about the next ten years please? We've had so much going on lately that I think my life can run parallel to either a bad Soap Opera or a funny, in a sick sort of sense, sitcom. Or then again, maybe just a Jerry Springer episode - pick your fancy. Nothing has happened yet today, but then again, I'm still awake and the night is young.

Sam had an asthma attack Monday night while roller blading with his friends. Luckily, the friends were astute enough to race home and get us. Robbie took of at a fast paced trot with the inhaler and arrived just before the EMS people. Sam couldn't remember what "etic" he was, diabetic or asthmatic. Luckily, Robbie was there. We've thanked his friends profusely and keep doing so. I couldn't get there fast enough because I hobble around on a gimp foot. The story behind that one to follow. By the time I got there all was well and he was doing much better. I tore my ace wrap to shreds running/hobbling across the rocks. And then he looked at me with those big blue eyes and big crocodile tears in them and simply asked, "Mom, will I ever grow out of this?" My heart nearly broke in two for him.

Then last night, he was bitten by a dog. Not too bad of a bite, but did break the skin on the back of his leg and is now quite a large bruise. After I had 'words' (let's just leave it at that) with the owner of the dog, I found out the dog has never had any shots, and has never been to the Vet. Lovely! So, now the City is involved, the dog is quarantined and I have to keep an eye on Sam. Not that I think the dog has rabies or anything, but HELLO - you live in the City Limits, there is an ordinance that says every July 1st you have to get a new license for your dog and in order to have said license your dogs shots must be up to date. And what kind of a nutcase has a dog and never takes it to the Vet?! It's unsafe for the dog and any neighborhood kids, especially since the dog seems to have a propensity toward using it's big snarly canine teeth to get it's point across!

I have injured my foot. Working on the garden, Robbie and I were putting up the corner fence posts and one of the 4x4's fell on my foot. Went to the ER, they said not broken, but it was crushed and I had a helluva hematoma. Those are fancy medical terms, too. But as Lizzie so accurately put it, "Mommy, your foot looks like one of those big cartoon foots!" Twelve days later it is still tender, I still cannot wear a shoe, it's still the color of grape jelly and somewhat swollen. I went ahead and went to my doctor just to be sure and I won't get in to all the soap opera, second opinion crap but, to make a long story short...even if it is broken, they apparently do not cast feet anymore. They just stuff it in an ace bandage and say take it off when it quits hurting. Okeydokey. I will do that.

Lizzie got hit in the eye while walking behind a moving swing. Has a beaut of a shiner. She's ok, but she looks like a poster child for abuse victims. Hell, if you think about it, we all do. Except Robbie, and as my mom said, it's going to start looking suspicious, ha ha. I told him we can't all be so perfect so I make up for it by tripping over my own two feet and falling out of my chair at work on a regular basis. Just call me Grace.

My brother-in-law had some sort of seizure/stroke over the weekend. They are not sure what is going on with him, but maybe he just overdid things Saturday while working in the yard. It's weird, but I always knew I loved him like a brother but I don't think I knew quite how much I loved him until Sunday. And then he tore his cartilage in his knee so now he has crutches and they can't do the stress test on Friday because he can't walk. My sister has something going on with her neuro system and has alot of numbness in her hands. I'm beginning to feel like my drama problems are wearing off on other members of my family. Maybe I should stay away. Maybe I should wear a sign around my neck that says, Stay Away. I have like drama voodoo or something. I don't really believe that but you know, after so much crap, you just really start to wonder....

Wow - it's been awhile. Again. I have an anonymous commenter who apparently thinks it is time to update. Guess I would have to agree.

Robbie is coaching Sam's baseball team this year and I, as a dutiful coaches wife and player's mother, have decided I would upkeep the team website. Let us hope and pray I update it more often than I do my own blog. Our first team practice was yesterday and it went very well. Robbie was the most excited about how excited the kids were and how much fun they seem to have. And he only heard one comment about being the old guy that can keep up with the kids. Kids say the darndest things.... Anyway, our website is http://ppp-allstars.tripod.com/ Feel free to visit and tell all your buddies so our hit counter gets way up there.

I was sick this past week. I was almost 100% sure I had pneumonia but alas, the chest x-ray had final say and I apparently did not. My trachea was inflamed, whatever the hell that means and I had an upper respriratory infection. I couldn't talk above a whisper and if I did, then I croaked. First round of antibiotics did nothing to appease anything so the doc tried a different one. I am much better today, thankfully, the last day of the weekend. I did venture out some yesterday but could tell by day's end that I'd had enough.

The boy's will be here end of May through beginning of August. I am very much looking forward to it, as I know Robbie is. We have room for them now even!

Easter was good, I made a dirt cake and a bunny cake. Had a lot of fun with them, too!

Wow, so like, no wonder I never update. Nothing is really going on. I got glasses. Went to happy hour with Gena and Diane. Watched the fights at Stef's two weekends ago. I have a garden going, Robbie has been diligently tilling and shoveling for me. Other than that, not much else. Knock on wood, the kids seem to be staying well. Sam did have an ear infection two weeks ago but thank goodness that was all it turned out to be. We'll see how this Spring goes with allergies...pray for him.

Terry Schiavo has been a hot topic as of late. I know we all have personal opinions about it and yes, I know you've heard them all. But, here is another. I, personally, do not think politics and the government should have been involved AT ALL. And why is it that the husband waited 10 years before he suddenly announced that Terry had wishes about not wanting to live like that? She was NOT on life support, she did NOT have a breathing machine and the only thing medically needed to sustain her was the feeding tube. So - they starved her to death. Boy, tell you what, try that on a golden retriever and you'll have the animal rights people on your ass and in jail so fast it will make your head spin. I completely 100% disagree with what they did to her. She had people who were more than willing to take full responsibility for her care and they should've been given the rights to do so. Jessie, my niece, had a feeding tube that went up her nose and into her stomach. She had what the doctor's said was the brain level of a 2 month old, she never walked, talked, sat up or much of anything else, but I do know, she had more knowledge of what was going on around her than most people gave her credit for. And if someone had said you HAVE TO PULL THE FEEDING TUBE, I am sure I would be spending my life in prison. Ok - sorry, enough of my soapbox. I can say a whole lot more but I don't think my blog capacity would hold it all.

Ok, I am done now. Until next time...