There is still sadness

I lay looking up at the ceiling last night thinking of how happy I am when I realized there is still a sadness within me because my relationship with my kids is only 75% to the good which is a winning percentage in anyone’s book.  However, the remaining one, even though I tell myself I won’t let someone else dictate my happiness (and I won’t), still has the capability to cause such a deep sadness within me.

Ironic.

No, just sad.

Making a List, Checking it Twice

I really think I should have placed this blog in the section of blogs for Slvr in the explanation of why men and women are different.  With a wedding coming our way in six months it is obvious that some planning needs to be done.  Now here are some major differences between guys and gals when it comes to planning a wedding.

• Women purchase bridal magazines; guys purchase Sports Illustrated or Guns and Ammo.
• Women love to look at books about wedding cakes; guys, we want to know if we can have a cake made out of beef jerky.
• Women enjoy making lists to make sure everything is done; guys, we don’t mind winging it.
• Women are concerned about who is invited and who isn’t; guys think it would be totally to call everyone on the cell phone and say, “Hey, gonna be getting hitched in thirty minutes if you want come on over and watch.  Pretty sure we’re going to have wings and cold ones.  We’ll even watch the game afterwards…”
• Women are excellent at picking sweet, beautiful songs for the wedding; guys are still not sure why Skynard or ZZ Top are not even being considered.
• Women are stickler for details.  Will there be enough parking?  What are the dressing rooms like?  How are you going to get Aunt Betty up the stairs?  Guys are more concerned if there is going to be cable in the dressing rooms or not.
• Women are concerned with producing the perfect vows for the ceremony; guys think “Roses are red, violets are blue, here I am, cause I picked you” is really a romantic sentiment and is easily memorized so therefore it is the ultimate marriage vow.

Actually I am enjoying visiting the possible wedding sites and planning out the reception and such.  I still think I should be able to use Kip’s line from Napoleon Dynamite when asked if he would take this woman to be his bride and he says,

“You know I do.”

I still haven’t convinced her I should get to sing “I love technology” yet, but there is six months to plead my case.

Hope you all have a great Sunday!

Kids, Calves, Craziness

Took 60 kids to the rodeo last night because of a generous corporate sponsor made it happen.  They let the kids talk with the cowboys, gave them all T-shirts, took pictures, fed them, and then had 20 of them participate in a calf scramble.  The kids had a blast, my staff and I probably needed something strong to drink afterwards, but best of all, everyone had a good time.

I am pretty sure I had to explain to at least five kids why horses poop whenever they want and why the participants really weren’t that upset about it.  Probably spent even more time in discussions about the smell of manure at a rodeo and yes, that was exactly what they thought it was and no, it wasn’t going to hurt them if they smelled it too long.

It was a good night but I have to say I was plenty happy when we loaded everyone back up on the vans and headed home.