Stir crazy kids lead to crazy me. The irony of yelling at the kids to stop yelling is not lost on me. So I stopped. It wasn’t working anyway. They eventually figured it out.
What’s the point of creating? It’s all going to end up on a burning heap one day anyway. I might have to explore this line of thought more…
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Hey, my name is Jon, single father of five crazy kids, a landscaper, former forester and wildland firefighter. I write about family, marriage/relationships, anxiety, my crazy life, faith, politics, music, art, and pretty much anything else I want to. I hope you enjoy my page as much as I enjoy writing on it. If you like what you read, be sure to "Like" and share my Facebook Page for more good stuff. https://www.facebook.com/DripTorchPress/
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