Please and Thank you

What happened to good old fashioned manners? My roommate just started rifling through the Sunday paper, that Mark purchased, all while blocking the television show I happened to be watching.
Is it so difficult to ask " Excuse me, is this yours? Do you mind if I take a section?"

Trust me, this is not the most difficult thing I have to deal with concerning co-habitation with others. However, it did irk me. Is this just another one of those signs that I am getting old and overly sensitive?

Eyes Wide Open

I've decided that kids are mini-genuises.  Scary smart.  Powerful creatures, who if terribly disturbed, could take over the world.

I'm not kidding.


I've been babysitting for the past couple weeks, for a 3 1/2 year old and a 6 year old.  I feel as if my intelligence is being questioned on a regular basis.

It's not a calming feeling.

Feelin' Thirty

I want a tattoo.
I want to dye my hair blonde or black or pink...
I want to go sky diving.
I want to own a coffee shop.
I want to move to New York or Italy or Georgia or ...
I want to drive an ostentatious Hummer, just once.
I want to be a food critic.
I want to go to Vegas.
I want a close relationship with God.
I want to be a song writer
I want to learn how to play guitar.
I want to speak without consequence.
I want twins.
I want to be a doctor.
I want to run marathons.
I want to see my grandmother again.
I want to be best friends with my sister and brothers.
I want to live in the mountains.
I want to be a mentor.
I want to rescue animals.
I want to paint.
I want to live forever.
I want.

forgive me

I'm terrible, I know. 
The words are unable to flow.

I am woman.

Hear me roar.

 The mood swings, the hormone induced depression, the migraines, the binge eating... Dear Lord, if this is what happens to me every single month, do I really ever want to put myself through the hormonal roller coaster of pregnancy. Yikes.

The answer is yes. I think so.

Another monthly occurence are random crazy "do this tomorrow or your world is ending" thoughts.
Today, I decided I wanted to get married, which is not exactly an epiphany.
 However, I decided I wanted to do it tomorrow. Where does this sense of urgency come from?

That noise you hear? It's me screaming.

Frustration.

Gandhi

"The Roots of Violence: Wealth without work, Pleasure without conscience, Knowledge without character, Commerce without morality, Science without humanity, Worship without sacrifice, Politics without principles."