What NOT to do if you crave control in your life ...

Last Saturday MOMD and I (along with another "leader" - and I use that term loosely) took four Cub Scouts to Cub Country. Holy Hannah! I did not do well. As you know I crave structure, schedules, and quiet. I want people to follow the instructions given to them. What we want and what we get are two entirely different things, aren't they? The poor Cub Country leaders were good kids and they tried so hard but no one listened! (Not even other adults that were there!!!) I was getting so frustrated that MOMD had to ask me a couple of times if I wanted to go get my book out of the car and spend some time reading. I would then realize I was just about ready to step over the edge of acceptable behavior. I would try really hard to take a deep breath and not say things under my breath about "no wonder the kids are so misbehaved, look at their leaders", "why doesn't anyone listen?" or "some people should not be allowed to reproduce".

Three of the four little cubs that we took were VERY well behaved and nice little boys. The fourth boy (the other "leader's" son) was OUT OF CONTROL. His dad was oblivious to everything. In fact, the dad left during lunch and didn't return until the end of our second class after lunch. (The reproducing comment was mostly directed to this gentleman.)

Our little boys had a great time and Cub Country would be an awesome place to visit if you were eight years old. It's not such a great place to visit if you are 51 years old and a control freak. :)

This past Friday was SO MUCH fun! MOMD, his mom, and I drove up to Round Valley, Utah (near Bear Lake). MOMD has a friend that lives there (he met him a couple of years ago through hunting with his brother). This guy (Clint) has a farm with a bunch of weird animals. All the animals know their names and come when you call them. It was amazing! It was so much fun. Clint had an alpaca, two llamas (Dali Llama and Tony Llama), a mother and daughter yak (Sherpa and Lottie), three donkeys (I can’t remember their names but they have a dark cross on their backs because it was their ancestors that carried Mary and Joseph to Bethlehem – cute, huh?), a zillion peacocks and babies, a zillions ducks (weird kinds too, like African quackless ducks) and babies, numerous miniature horses, a miniature Brahma bull (Shooter), two raccoons (Ranger and Rascal), turkeys, and fallow deer. All the animals I have mentioned eat FROM YOUR HAND(except for the ducks, turkeys, and peacocks) and I FED THEM! It was awesome! They all live in a big area together in a giant pen. We walked amongst/among? (whatever) them and petted them. I can’t even describe it. I’ll bet that’s how the Garden of Eden was. I kept saying to MOMD, "Take a picture of ME with ______ ". Here are a few pictures of the animals along with me being "Dr. Doolittle”.

I am not in this picture but you can see one of the yaks as well as a donkey.


Me and Rascal enjoying a little treat ... sorry about the hair (mine, not Rascal's).


Look at me with these sweet girls! They were both leaning into me so heavily that I could have lifted my feet off the ground and still stayed upright.