Over the Hill

Many people know the colloquial expression, “Over the Hill,” to mean “past one’s prime; advanced in age” (Merriam-Webster online). Usually and jokingly applied to people over 40 or 50, this expression heralds the death of one’s youth and usefulness. It reminds and warns us that “it’s all downhill from here.” I should hope so. If the first 40 years of our lives are all uphill, I certainly hope that life after that gets easier. After all, it’s always easier going downhill… This week we celebrated Michael’s 40th birthday. No black balloons, no tombstone-shaped cake, we weren’t celebrating the Beginning of the End for Mike, but the years we’ve been blessed to have him in our lives, and the many more we hope to have.  We celebrated with gifts, cards, food, and togetherness.  Mike’s sisters sent their love from across the miles (see below) and many others called or expressed their good wishes for Mike … Continue reading…

Birthday Indulgences

This week in 2014, the world’s nerds celebrated “Star Wars Day” and goslings here by our piece of the river cracked their way out of their shells and got their first taste of the open air. On Friday, Mike’s son, Scout, turned 14. Grandma Sherry, Grandpa Sam, Mike, Scout, Moose and I all gathered to celebrate at the barn. Sherry made a delicious chocolate cake and I have to admit that I had a bigger slice than I needed. Note to self: just because you can fit it all in, doesn’t mean you should.  The below pictures are just a few of the shots we camera-happy people took that night. Scout’s celebration included pizza, root beer, ice cream, chocolate cake, a movie, and a shower of presents: a litany of indulgence that would satisfy any 14 year old, I think.  As for me, I think I’m good on cake for at least another year. In fact, I think … Continue reading…

Anniversaries and Endings

We last left off talking about metaphorical castles and the tenacity required to keep them from burning down, falling over, and sinking into the swamp. Since that time, I’ve continued to work on my castle with mixed success. I seem to be in a “one step forward, one step back” mode, and my castle today leans quite precariously toward that swampy embrace.  (Maybe that’s what I get for being daft enough to build a castle in a swamp!). However, I will persevere! In the meantime, we have a lot of catching up to do. Since my last post, my sister and I both had a birthday. She turned a dazzling 25 (or so she appears!) and I turned [edited] years old.  I’m not sure what she did to mark the occasion but celebrations were subdued and relaxed at my house because, honestly, I’ve never been comfortable using the word “party” … Continue reading…

Birthday, Burn, and Exercise Win

This post is coming out a day late in order to give a shout-out to my dad, one of the coolest people I know.  Today’s his birthday and I didn’t want to wait a whole week to sing from the rooftops about how much I love this man and wish him the happiest of birthdays. What makes him so cool?  Well, apart from putting up with my sorry butt for the first half of my life without acting on any urges he may have had to strangle me when I was a teenager (or at any other time), he’s also the person who bought me my first dictionary, introduced me to Game of Thrones, and convinced me that there is genius in organizing your puzzle pieces by shape. He was also the person who taught me my very first “burn.” One day when I was about seven, my sister, Shannon, … Continue reading…

A Birthday and the Feeling of a Balled-up Sock

I’d love to open this post with something like, “You’ll never believe what happened this week!” but , unfortunately, the past seven days were just chock full of utterly mundane and believable things.  Truth be told, this was a pretty mellow week. One bit of excitement is that we celebrated the birthday of this beautiful lady, Mike’s mom, Sherry. Happy birthday to a wonderful friend! In other news, I finally saw a podiatrist and received an official diagnosis on my foot problem: Morton’s neuroma. You can read all about my visit with the doctor – and my reluctance to adopt the suggested treatment – here. Essentially, Morton’s neuroma is a ball of angry nerves inside the foot caused by fashionable shoes, impact sports, and standing on tippy toes. Most people say the feeling is like walking on a pebble or a balled up sock, although my experience was more that … Continue reading…