My title explanation.

I have a blog.Ithought a good place to start would be in explaining why I named my bright new shiny blog what I did. And I will be honest, the idea came from a book, but it grew into something a little different in my mind. Remember seeing all the old variety shows from the 40's and 50' and maybe even the 60's that had acts that entertained, people did tricks with animals or ate fire? This was before Mind Freaks and Cirque Du Soleil. My particular favorite was the guy who spun plates on all the different sticks. He would get all these sticks and plates going at different speeds and different times at different heights, rarely dropping any. Well, that is my life and I think most women's lives. We all have plates we are spinning, jobs, marriages, homes, pets, kids, bills. You name it we are spinning it. Only here is the difference, when the "professional" was doing it, I'll bet you he was using equally balanced, unchipped, perfect plates, which anyone knows would spin better right? We are stuck with our imperfect husbands, our completely cracked (and cracking us up) kids, bill plates that never seem to balance out equally, and the list goes on. Some of the plates you know are temporary so you just give them a fling to keep them going when you think about it. And some you realize how important they are just when they are about to topple and you manage to get it back in line. So sometimes a plate hits the floor. OOPS! We just make sure it was not one of the irreplacable ones and keep on going. Like hoping it was the "soccer uniform for the game that might get rained out anyway" plastic Dora plate, and not the "Mom yesterday was the last day-for-real-this-time for camp registration" plate. And that, my friends, is Spinning Cracked Plates.