NeEdS

Oh all the parenting paraphernalia available to us on the market today, there is still one missing, the Needs Scale. It wouldn't have to be a highly technical device- the Magic Eight Ball model might work well. An unbiased needs scale would help me determine how to react to some one's emotional event. This wouldn't be on the family level in a comparative way, child 1 is experiencing extreme distress, child 4 is faking it. It would have to be relative to the individual. Most important, it would only work for me!

Money Slows the World Down

I hate money. That is most likely because I have less than none. There is a ton of "stuff" in the house. I have been making some small efforts to purge, but it doesn't seem to even dent the surface. Does all the stuff fill the hole? It quite possibly does, but not in the way one might dream as a little girl. Is the hole filled with all things material? Absolutely not, the hole wants the whole things, the real things. Those precious things that bring you closer to G-d and closer to the angels on earth.

B'H" For the NY Times

It really is a fucked up world. We are over here in our comfy corner (clean water, reliable electricity, medical care for most) 0f the universe, yet we still feel denied our inalienable right to happiness. I'm not pointing fingers. I'm just as hooked on the happiness high as the next person. There is some magical ratio that I have yet to figure out of pain to pleasure, 3:1. Maybe the difference though is about the pursuit of happiness, itself. It is all about the chase, and loving it pain and all!
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/12/opinion/12mon4.html?em&ex=1195016400&en=5be448b1fbb32acf&ei=5087%0A

Sympathies

At this point in my life, and most others, I have seen my ability to empathize with others to be a golden key. What the hell what I thinking? This ability has held me more like a curse than like a gift. When you can truly get into the feelings of another, what then makes your position more weighted than another?
It has helped me though. I started bawling after I had accidentally closed a cage door on a rat's tail, clipping off the tip. In that instant, it became abundantly clear that it was time for me to find a new study population. .

Today Is NOT the First Day

That old adage, today is the first day of the rest of your life, is not my favorite. While being a painfully optimistic person, there is something a little to corny even for me, in that line.
Truth is that, "life" started quite sometime ago and the life I'm living today, tomorrow, and I'm pretty sure the day after as well, isn't the first rather it is much closer to the last.