My Hatchets are on fire!

So, I have decided I must have been a Jester in a past life. 

Goofy shoes, goofy hat.... Seriously, it's the only thing that explains my crazy ass!  This would also explain my clumsy feet, weird nature and the constant need  to make a fool of myself.  None of this, however, explains why I trip in the exact same spot every day in the hall way to my office.

I thought a jester knew how to juggle shit without missing a beat.  I mean, if you chose the profession of jester, you would think you have some talent for it.  Otherwise be a goat herder or sheep farmer, or sell home made braclets at the fair!  And jesters can also catch things they juggle…. balls, plates, hatchets that are on fire …. or whatever it is they choose to juggle… then they catch them with a smile on their face!    

I, on the other hand, do not KNOW how to juggle.  YET, I seem to try, but instead of balls...  I’m throwing up things like …. Expanded ideas, daily work problems, clients, relationships goals, unfinished projects, staff issues,  work issues , health issues, political bullshit... the list is endless and I wonder …. Where the hell do they go?  My facial express is a look of terror!  Are they just staying up there mocking me while I am waiting for them all to crash to the ground around me?

I'm so tired of juggling.  No matter how well I get at juggling, someone ads one more fire laced hatchet!  

I am stressed to the max with a smile on my face.  It's my own fault.  I am an over achiever and a dreamer, and unapologetic about both.  Add a pinch of vanity and you have a jester juggling life I suppose.     

The real fear is, one of the things I am juggling is going to knock into another one mid air, and before you know it, it will be raining mayhem for days. Yes, that is how many hatchets I have up in the air.  

But  you can’t stop living life... so I guess I better get better at juggling.

No Bull Shit!

You know you live in Oklahoma when a cow licks your truck while you’re at work.  He didn’t want Dennis to get out of the truck, and Dennis told him not to worry… he wouldn’t! 

Flowers are meant to be wild

Today I’m looking at flowers that we planted outside and how pretty they are.  I think it’s cruel to cut them just to bring color to a table or a seat inside. We literally kill the flower for our own desires.  That’s horrible. 

Whoa! How did we survive our own kids?

Last night, we hosted our first boys night campout with four of our grandboys. (Finnian is still too little) Let me tell you, it was no walk in the park having those little rascals in our formerly empty nest. Dennis was needed to hit the pipe!  One on one they are great, sweet and well behaved kids... but they feed off each other and form a gang that we aren't in control of! lol  

We set up a tent, roasted marshmallows, and went swimming in the pool. We even had a blast playing in the yard after dark and watching a movie, complete with a massive stash of snacks. The boys seemed to have a blast, but let me tell you, this once-a-year shindig is a serious reminder of why we limit our hosting duties. Dennis swears that girls are a piece of cake compared to boys. Maybe he's onto something there.