Seriously now

I know I've said this before, but I'm going to say it again: I'm done with age one. Seriously. The destruction, the impulsiveness, the non-verbal yelling, the five second attention span, the constant climbing on the kitchen table, the octopus-like creature that refuses to sit still for a millisecond in order to get dressed making the process seem infinite, the chewed food that's been spit out all over the house. It's. Driving. Me. Insane. And, boy, it's a really effective form of birth control.

Blinking: it gets me every time.

2008: The Plan

Well, it's a new year. This is what I plan to accomplish in 2008:

1. Exercise until my nose bleeds three times (at least) a week
2. Be a production machine: publish three papers and win some scholarships/fame
3. Refrain from drinking to excess on most days
4. Eat, preferably foods with nutritional value
5. Do as many new things as I can
6. Write some poetry
7. Spend some really excellent quality time with my children, everyday
8. Be a good person. Okay, be a not-so-bad person.
9. Live. Well. And hard.
10. World Domination.