We've decided to get up earlier. We are not particularly goal oriented so 6:45 am for the kiddlies is a bit of a challange - let alone for me. We are wt hair dashers. Plus, we have sleepers in this house, twelve hour sleeping little people who would go fourteen if you would let them so it is a bit harsh to actually have to give them a shake in the morning, especially when you are a softie and a slacker like me.

Which gets me thinking about goals. When you are a kid, all you have on the mind are plans and what you will do when you grow up. Some may make sense and some may be achieved but if you are smart you will tell yourself twice your life later that you did in fact plan to be at this spot and you have, therefore, achieved. Then what? Why is there not a socially acceptable - no, supported - second phase of planning for a whole 'nuther round of life, and a third and perhaps a fourth? People that break into the new career are still somewhat odd, thems that take up a new hobby mid-stream are a wee bit suspect, shifty. You can see it in reality shows. They are all aimed at folks in their early twenties making something of themselves with the odd retired couple thrown in as a kookie twist. I still think we need an American Idol aimed only at the less well cut 35 to 55 set - who are actually just better singers. Survivior where everyone is a bit chubby and gets a backache by mid-season but who actually take the time to read up on how to cook jungle/beach food before they show up. If we had that then maybe we'd get a little more mental churn, no doubt increased national production and likely a 2% drop in cholesterol across the board.

But until that day we will just work on all up for 6:45 am. This week's goal.