Early on in our travels in the land of brain trauma, you might have noticed that Sam had two sisters who posted equally and took the time to put down their thoughts and let you know what was going on in the land of Howells (or people who formally lived there and now visit WAY too much!).  There has been some confusion about what has happened to the second, brighter sister and why it is that she no longer posts. 

I need you to understand some things about family dynamics first.  You will have to decide for yourself what you feel the true reasoning is behind this mystery.

1. I am middle child and am often forgotten.  I think once they left me on a vacation all alone in the hotel room (Okay, I was 31 at the time).

2. My sister is cute and thin and fluffy (in a very nauseating way when you are the bigger little sister) but she can be lethal.  Don't let (ouch!) her fool you (ouch!).  She likes the format and lime light of these posts and as I post she (ouch!) raps on my poor bigger-than-her knuckles with a ruler or anything that is near her that she can wield.

3. They often keep me locked in the basement where there is no electricity but I must admit, they do give me candles and a woolen blanket.

4. I truly enjoy reading Bec's post and am slightly afraid that if I pick up the slack then she won't be as likely to post and therefore I can't read the Becca text that makes me laugh and chortle.  Also I have four kids and they are all (except two year old Izzy) way over involved in sports. 

So, fans of Sam, you decide, what happened to the little sister that was once part of this blog?

Also, I must say I saw an amazing (VERY SCARY) thing this weekend.  Sam and my mom as great fans of my children, without informing me, planned on coming to my two daughters soccer games.  They got behooded in their matching Freeland sports sweatshirts and they were off.  The only thing that gave them away was the phone call my mom made to ask, "Where is everyone, when do they arrive?"  Only to realize that she was at an empty field that Robby's team used to use as a flood field about three years ago.  No problem she showed up dragging Sam behind her in his wheelchair across the grass. 

Okay, back to the scary event.  I was acting very professional as I do teach in this town; there was nary a scream, screech or a phantom kick coming from my leg (Okay, it was pretty much nonstop, what can I say, I can't control it, I swear if they let me on the field for five mintues, I'd be quiet).  When I slowly turned my head and saw with my very own eyes Robby shooting soccer balls at Sam, WHO WAS STANDING UP!  He and my mom had their arms around each others shoulders like the Freeland sweatshirt twins that they were and Sam's reflexes were amazing.  He and Robby were passing the ball back and forth.  Before Sam would have about a five second delay in reflexes.  If we would play around with a ball in the house (like all 32 year old/21 year old brothers and sisters do I am sure), The ball would get past him or he would kick and miss because his reaction time was delayed.  Not anylonger, he was just a-passing, like nobody's business.  It brough a tear to my eye and made me very scared!  He is now amazing, miracle/soccer boy again!

Now I must go before Becca sees me, my knuckles are still bleeding from earlier.

Heath