Java java Java java JAVA!

I woke up this morning with a massive headache and to be honest I am tired of this headache, I would like a new one.  Would it really be wrong of me to lay on the kitchen counter and let the coffee maker drip in my mouth the caffeinated nectar of life, JAVA.  I will take my fuzzy bunny slippers off if it makes you feel better before climbing up there to lay myself out.  I was up late last night working on the book Bear & Sparrow, and had a blast writing a hunting scene.  I am part Blackfoot Indian and my father was an excellent hunter and tracker.  Now although I am a only child, not a boy like he really wanted, he still took the time to teach me hunting and tracking.  When I was young going hunting with dad was a chance to peel off the dress that mom had put me in.  My dad used to carry an extra set of clothes in his truck for me to change into to go hunting. So writing this buffalo hunting scene really brought back some memories and gave me the chance to hunt in my mind and really get into it.  Not to say I wouldn't go out hunting now, at my age.  Ah but things are different... There is not a deer alive that would stand still with me creeping through the trees and my mob of loud hormonal daughters behind me with my son pulling their pony tails.  Just take yesterday for example.  I have a two and three year old that pretty much stick together when they play.  However yesterday that translated into, when it was time to fight with someone, they were pulling, shoving and ripping toys from each others arms.
The hormones that fly around my house on a normal day, is like standing in the middle of a typhoon.  Lets just face facts now, with all these girls I can pretty much write off retirement.  When you think of the cost of prom dresses, cars, weddings and holy smoke the cost of feminine products alone for six girls makes your head spin.
I have to find a way to regroup from toddler-hood and get ready for the big hormone factory of their teenage years.  It's coming and I know it....brace yourself is all that screams through my head...BRACE YOURSELF!