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So my books are supposed to come, today. Actually, amazon says that they left the post office and have been dragged around by the mail carrier since 9:00 this morning. Where are you oh booksie books!

These are kind of a valuable assortment of books. I got a new book, "The Explosive Child" for the explosive child in my life, "Fred Stays with Me" for the children of divorce in my life, "Beyond the Sling" just because I want to know more about attachment parenting and then finally "The Highly Sensitive Person" for... well... me. I am very excited about reading them, which is funny, because I have kind of been lagging on the whole reading fiction piece. I currently have Anathem, Sacre Bleu and Windup Girl to get through before I can even think about other books... but of course that isn't going to happen. I am just going to get to other books.

This, I feel, is why I need a two week vacation. Books are just hard to read when you can't 1.) take a whole week to stop freaking out about work and then 2.) take the second week to plow through the remainder of your reading material. That said, I am a colossally slow reader. That means, that I would have to take a month in order to finish it. This is why I either need a time machine or a time stopper. That way, I can either go back in time and finish my reading and catch up on my sleep OR I can stop time and do the same things. Sadly, this discussion is proceeding to more and more unlikely scenarios leading to the conclusion that I am wanting what I can't have.

So, I'm going to go to the porcelain throne, bring one of my books and wait for my new ones to arrive :( These are times, although I am abashed to admit it, where I am a little bummed that the world does not revolve around me.

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I was talking to a friend, yesterday, about how we are too afraid of sadness In response, another of my friends stormed through the room and declared angrily, "I'm happy all of the time." What a contradiction! However, it did get me to thinking. Was I wrong? Should we strive for unconditional happiness? Or was I right, is sadness a necessary part of existence?

I have chosen the later and I'll tell you why. They did a study with chimpanzees where they hooked electrodes up to their brains and then had a researcher be sad, happy or angry across from them. As the chimp watched, it's brain lit up in exactly the same patterns as it would when the chimp itself was sad, angry, happy or angry. This is the basis of empathy. So imagine for a minute, that someone was incapable of having those electrodes firing (ie: was incapable of being sad). What a horrible person that would be? If they bumped you in the street and you fell over, they would not feel sorry for you. If they saw someone beaten and starving by the side of the road, they would not even think to stop.

We are sad sometimes, but this is not a bad thing. It is a sign that we are still human, still capable of knowing our own sorrow and knowing the sorrow of others... even if we would rather not.

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So, I have a child who is a little hypoglycemic, like me. How can I tell?

Kid: I want to have a car.
Me: Alright.
Kid: But I DON'T WANT A CAR!
Me: Alright, you don't have to have a car.
Kid: BUT I WANT A CAR!
Me: Okay...
Kid: I'm kind of hungry.
Me: Cookie?
Kid: ::munch, munch:: I LOVE YOU!
Me: (Familiar? No...)

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