Today my foot caught on a sandbag and I fell like a unsteady one-year-old trying to run. Yep, you guessed it, right in front of pretty much everyone I work with. All the ladies were right there, watching, ladies who's respect I'm kinda trying to earn. (Although being the the bosses daughter kinda gives me an  edge).

Sometimes I think they see me as a rather incompetent big kid and it's a success that I just have my shoes tied most the time. I'm pretty sure hitting my head on the awning, slipping as I try to sit, and of course today's fall doesn't help.

Although one of the ladies did play a game with me today. We put a sweet potato on a sprinkler and tried to hit it off. Let's just say I did not get the prize.

On a different note, I shall be entering my nomination for the klutz of the year award.

Sittin' on a crate

I sit on a milk crate, in the heat, for 10 hours a day, surrounded by people speaking another language I don't know but almost recognize; something’s got to give. Today I determined that the hours I have with just my thoughts is going to cause one of three things to happen:

1) I go insane.

2) I become very wise and insightful.

3) I end up with boku hours of wasted time.

Three is a given, there's no way I can sort plant well and constantly be thinking in-depth. One has already occurred, so maybe, new insanity will clash with current crazy and create the next great thinker. That's my vote anyway. What's yours?

Scraps

As I cleaned my room this morning, looking for my Verizon Bill, I found all kinds of "notes" scribbled on random scraps of paper.

Old lists, goals, work notes, recipies. All manner of trash that I'd set down then lost in the mess. Most of them no longer have any importance. Some just don't make since.

Exhibit A, on one bit, in tiny messy cursive, that took me five minutes to decipher, were these lines.

I am 1 person, but not an only child.
I like to let my hair down, but I did not grow up wild.
Dare devil, risk takere can be applied to me
Simply because I am FREE

A wind blown mess may adorn my head
I love the out doors...
The jungles was my playground, the sea my back yard. 

Random ain't? I have no clue why I wrote that on the back of a used sticky. It could be someone elses thoughts for all I know. As far as I'm concerned, it's jibberish with no meaning. But I gotta admit it makes me wonder, what was going through my head?