I don’t know if that’s an official day for celebration but it should be. So thanks to my BZ Sister Angie for sharing this with me. WOO HOO!
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, Champagne in one hand – strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming,

…. I’ve become P. Diddy’s nemesis. Check out the comments on my post innocently hawking my son’s Vote or Die t-shirts, which he’s been selling at cafepress.com/voteordie for the past several years — along with Vote or Die hats, sweat shirts, mugs and….thongs!
Somewhere out there young potential voters are saying some very unkind things about the well-meaning Crone. Ah well. Such is always a possibility when one sticks one’s neck out into cyberspace. But, really, kids, I have nothing against P. Diddy and think his effort to rally young people to vote, using the resources his fame and fortune provide, is commendable.
Now, if you leave a comment here, will you please try to leave the dumbed-down grammar behind??? You can do better than that!

That’s what my toddler grandson asks when he notices something he wants to explore. Usually he gets to third base, and usually that’s enough. His curiosity is satisfied. Once in a while, when the fourth request gets denied, he gets a little assertive. Well, after all, he’s only human.
I’m thinking about how the step-by-step process his mother has taught him as a way to move out into the wider world, to expand his horizons, while still respecting the fact that others exist in that world too, is going to benefit him greatly as gets older. He’s not afraid to go after what he wants. And he understands that he can’t have everything he wants. What he can have, though, and what he pursues, is information, experience, understanding. That comes first before ownership. And it’s often enough. Often, it has to be enough.