It's been a little while since my last post. I haven't been falling down on my resolution though. My daughter is in town from Canada, and we have been busy. I have done a few things that could be considered to have a modicum of danger in them. I did a leap off my front porch. I didn't intend to do it but I did do it and survived to tell about it. My son, the older one, you know who I'm talking about, grabbed the broom I was holding and tried to jerk it out of my hands. I guess reflexes took over and I held tight. Don't ask me why. Long story short I flew off the porch and landed with my face pressed into his chest. Thank God it was pressed into his chest. If he had moved I would have crashed into the side of my truck. Since I hit him instead all that resulted was convulsive laughter by me and an overwelming desire to retreat to the bathroom before I peed my pants. He on the other hand didn't laugh right away, he waited to see if he had killed or mamed me in some way first. All this happened because I was using my broom to prevent him from throwing a horseshoe over the fence to scare his sister and brother. I will protect my kids at all cost but that's just me.