Flying Monkeys!!!!

"Flying Monkeys!!!". It's a term I use when I'm exacerbated. It's in direct relation to those nasty little monkeys on "The Wizard of Oz", I've always hated them. They bring chaos and destruction, plus they're ugly as death. I'm quite sure they've found their way into my life, having summoned some bi-dimensional portal for the singular purpose of ruining my life. Regardless, "Flying Monkeys!".

It is now time to pull out my flying monkey ray gun, take aim, and vaporize their evil little backsides, leaving nothing but the smell of burnt fecal matter and little wisps of charred monkey hair drifting away into the sunset. The thing is... I just need to find where I last put that stinking flying monkey ray gun, then the carnage can begin.

Until then I guess I'm just going to have to sit here and try to make sense of everything through the din of cackles and caws, not to mention the awful smell evil monkeys make!

The reality being that I have chosen to side with the monkeys and rain down torment on my precious family, because the truth is, I am a flying monkey... drat! I hate when the story takes those unexpected evil turns!

Since the process of moving to Buffalo took some bad turns, and since we have inadvertently sold our dream house, I have decided (after a weekend of solitude in the woods of NY) to bring more chaos into the picture and move my family to California. It's crazy to say the least, but it is also an opportunity.

I have applied to a school of ministry in Redding. If I am not accepted there it is sure to be a low of which I have yet experienced. Not to mention, I will feel dejected in ways I never have. But, if I am accepted it marks a turning point in our lives. It will be an adventure with all the twists and turns that come with such. My simple prayer is that God will continue to lead me, even in the midst of the darkness of this valley. Let Your Rod and Staff comfort me...

For now I just need to find my ray gun so I can deal with those infernal flying monkeys.