Courtesy Along with Chivalry is Dead

Dear Nimwits,

Do you remember me? No, well let me remind you. We where on the same crowded bus together and everyone was packed in like sardins. You both where sitting in the courtesy seats, you know the ones reserved for the elderly, disabled and people with children. I was the one standing with my baby strapped to my chest, ring any bells? We have an issue to discus. I saw you. I saw you look at me, look at my baby and pretend that you didn't see us. I am tiered of people like you, people who will not give up their seat to someone who really needs it. It makes me sad to see that young people like you have gotten so self involved that you cannot get off your ass and "suffer" standing for the remainder of your trip to allow for another person in need the opportunity to sit down. It is truly pathetic that society has devolved like this and you the next generation are allowing it to occur and get worst. Now I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, perhaps you don't know what courtesy is... here is the definition:

Courtesy, noun:
1. excellence of manners or social conduct; polite behaviour.
2. a courteous, respectful, or considerate act or expression.


Dosen't that sound nice? Courtesy should not be allowed to die, we need it and you girls along with everybody else need to keep it alive. So next time ladies, be a decent human being, get off your ass and offer your seat.


Sincerely,
Nat

Partial finishes projects

Since I've been pregnant our house has been filled with partial finishes projects. We have the pile of boxes in the corner that have yet to be un-packed since we moved, in April... The partially reupholstered living room furniture... The half completed baby room and my closet contents are now all over my bed room because I was organizing when half way through Chloë woke up from her nap.

So far the list of projects completed is far out weighed by the list of projects to do and not yet completed. Babies make it hard to get anything done, just to get my morning coffee can be quiet the juggling act. I'm typing this whole thing right now with one hand because I need to hold my little one in the other as she falls asleep (I'm really hoping that once I lay her down on the bed that she'll sleep long enough for me to get dressed.)

Today my goals are simple: wash up (because smelling and looking like a homeless hooker is just not becoming), get dressed in something other than a milk stained tan top and a pair of leggings, finish organizing the closet and for extra credit if I get the chance hang up the art work in the bedroom. I will let you know how do...