|3yo - Mom, it's so warm, can I stay here all night?|
|Mom - no Sweetie.|
|3yo - Oh.|
|3yo - Mom, can I pee in here?|
|Mom - No Sweetie.|
|3yo - Mom, can I pee in here.p|
And remember, where you have a concentration of power in a few hands, all too frequently men with the mentality of gangsters get control. History has proven that.
This never gets old. Read it once a year.
Chicago, you’re my kind of town!
Over the last few days I’ve been wrestling with the whole idea of striving for better. Part of me thinks it’s human nature. We have an ideal in our head for what we want in our life. The perfect job, the perfect mate, the perfect life. And yet I’m starting to realize this kind of thinking is a double-edged sword. If we’re always feeling like ‘we aren’t there yet’ then I don’t think we ever will be. I’m starting to see life the way a rock sculpture looks at the rock. It’s misshapen, lop-sided, imperfect. The sculpture doesn’t look for the perfect rock, he or she sees the perfection that’s already there. And with diligence and tenacity they slowly remove the parts that don’t belong…