My family is OLD

Today, my youngest brother turns 15.   15!  That's not very young.  He is not a toddler.  There are only two of us who are not adults now.  Legally, that is (if you judged by which of us would eat chocolate milk and lunch meat for dinner, .... well probably less of us are adults).
Here is my favorite picture of me and the little brother:

Sorry Puke, I can't post funny stories about you because I didn't do that for anyone else's birthday.  Even though you probably do the weirdest things and thus have some of the funniest stories.  

It's weird how the family dynamic has changed in like the last five years in my family.  I think we keep getting weirder and weirder.  For me, most of all, my family is a reminder to not take life so seriously.  Because we definitely don't take things too seriously over at Casa Gamboa.

Am I the only one who goes to blogger to check all my blogs (instead of Google Reader) and thinks, "Oh Blogger!"  in a British accent so that it sounds like, "Oh bother!"?

That ties into this post because Winnie the Pooh used to say "Oh Bother!" and my family has a rich history of Winnie the Pooh.  Namely, the episode where Pooh goes to Rabbit's house and gets stuck in the door.  We call it (oh so creatively I might add), "Pooh Stuck."

But now that we are old, we have to wait until the grandbabies are in town to do little kid things.  But we still do them.  I vote actually for a flour fight the next time we are all home (June?)

Well, I have nothing else to say.