Silently, I just want to tell her to lower her expectations--it took me 20 years for a boy to ask me to dance and I had to marry him to get the dance.

Last night I listed my improvements in 2014 and tonight I would like to list my wishes of 2014.

1.  I hope the phrase, "I'm just sayin'" stops being said.  First of all, I am not talking about this phrase:  "I was just saying."  No--it's this:  "Whatever, I'm just sayin'"  I have heard many people try to make a point and than tack on the "just sayin'" at the end.  First of all, I know what you said, I heard it.  Secondly, it doesn't make your argument any better.  And it's passive aggressive bullshit and it bugs so take your point and just say it to someone else.

2.  I wish the shock of free expression not mixing with marketing dollars would cease.  If someone who is making money for a huge corporation says something that could offend a large group of people, the corporation is going to protect what is theirs.  It sucks but it's the way the corporate world works.

3.  I hope Miley Cyrus puts her tongue away.

4.  I hope Ching stops being afraid of the dishwasher.  The dishes are getting closer (in the sink) but we are not quite there yet.  The way he will stack up dishes on the counter near the dishwasher for me truly looks like he is leaving me a present.

5.  I hope Rachel grows a bit.  We were blessed in 2013 of getting rid of all the Huggies and Diaper Genies but she is still small in stature.  Any time when we hear the "I have to go potty" yell, either Ching or I rush to the bathroom to help her.  Since she is small, she teeters on the step stool and I am afraid she is going to fall in.  And don't get me started on the wipe.

6.  I wish Laurel would stop growing.  First of all her clothes are really big--we were told that she would average off around 6.  She is wearing the same size clothes that I wore in the 5th grade.  And she talks about boys too!  Not only do I have this lanky girl but one that is curious about boys.  My whole "boys are stupid" talk really didn't work.  She is practically counting the days until her Valentine's Day after school dance.  She keeps saying that she would love it if a boy asked her to dance.  Silently, I just want to her to tell lower her expectations--it took me 20 years for a boy to ask me to dance and I had to marry him to get the dance.

7.  I wish for a little peace and serenity...because I sound a little cranky....