Life doesn’t always go …

So Friday I had planned on going out raising a bit of hell and knocking unruly heads back into place. Not to be – or maybe it was? Made it home a little before seven to find the house in havoc, I was sure my sister had a paper doll mishap due to the news paper being all over the living room. No, it was my Pops acting like an eight year old girl throwing one of his mature fits or rage on my brother because he failed to take a scholarship, something about his sculpture class being a waste of time and that he’s all around stupid. Anyone that knows my brother, he’s far from stupid and has talent beyond anyone’s imagination. Jacks sat in his room, face black and blue and nice scratches down his back from being pushed against the deck railings. Needless to say my Pops was not to be seen this whole weekend – good for him. Lori and I did the “I can build a bigger and better sand castle” on Saturday, she beat me. Of course, she had about nineteen of her little giggly friends helping her out and I had those cheap sand forms (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it). After the contest, pizza for everyone was the prize; I sat on a deck chair and watched the clouds sail by as Trace tried out tunes on his new guitar. He’s trying his best to get me to go to California this fall when he attends some festival his manager signed him up for. “Come on man, the fun, the sun, the beach, the women!!!” I just popped a quick “Ok idiot, what are we doing now and where are we?” My Mom was NOT happy about this weekend’s event and needless to say she didn’t need the stress on her. This heat really pulls her health down, which in turn takes her energy, which makes her sick. Now I sit at my desk, about to hit the heat once more and hope for next weekend….maybe I will be able to crack some heads then?