Out-Numbered

First of all, Happy New Year. Moving on... As an adult, I've been blessed with a full life.  By full, I mean rich with experiences. The blessing part is made up of tons of micro experiences and emotions that we get from the learning part that comes with those experiences. Stay with me. We humans like to call this wisdom. Some are wiser than others. I'd like to think I'm somewhere in the middle. This wisdom we acquire enables us to make choices. Choices that are grounded in reason. What I'm trying to say is... MY KIDS DON'T KNOW SHIT!  They don't know shit about anything because they don't yet have the ability to reason, that comes from the wisdom, which stems from the learning that is acquired from the experiences that you get when you are blessed with a full life. It's seems as though every time my kids don't get what they want, their response to me is, "I HATE YOU!". Now this would be...

It's 10:23pm on Wednesday night. The night before the last day of the year. 2009 seems to be ending the same way it started. I'm laying in bed, in my flannel, feety pajamas. I'm in pain. My abs are sore from doing P90X. It's not working. I feel uncomfortably overweight and I'm regretting the obscene amounts of BBQ I inhaled at supper time. I will probably take a pain killer in a few minutes but not before I'm at least half way through this post; For I know it will be a race against time. This is a race I always lose. I will be unconscious shortly after. Unconscious is a good thing when you can't straighten your body. I have the posture of a giant prawn. If I had to fight Estelle Getty in a cage match, I would lose miserably. I don't care if she's dead. It doesn't matter. I suck. At this time last year, I posted: New Years Resolutions Are Stupid . I'm not going to get into it but suffice it to say, I botched just about every one of them. Isn...