Soup. Or Bowl?

Today is the day when the male species are in an earthly heaven. Today there is nothing to do but eat cheese steak, garlic dip, and drink beer, while sitting on comfy cushioned couches, watching other men in tight pants and shoulder pads run up and down a field tossing around what seems to be a large cow feces. There eyes glaze over glued on the television set, they burp, fart, and occasionally yell some sort of profanity at the T.V. (as if they ref. can hear them on the field) As for females, we are to prepare the feast for the males, wait on them hand and foot, and of course, clean up the after-mess. For females. Super. Bowls. Suck. Today I plan on going about this in a better fashion. Sure, ill watch the super bowl, maybe even indulge in garlic dip, but I want to do more than just that. I shall participate in Soup, or Bowling Sunday. A day when one must choose either to eat soup, or go bowling. I like soup, Italian Wedding, Tomato bisque, Chicken Corn, Cauliflour, ect. I find it delicious, especially on chilly days like today. However, bowling is also a wonderful activity. Who wouldn't want to chuck large holy balls down a pathway to knock down some...(what are they callled? pins?) It's going to be a tough decision, but I have confidance that Soup, or Bowling sunday, will not let me down.

Wanting what we can't have

When we are young, why is it that we want the toy that our friend has. When we have our own lovely toys. Why is it in our adolescence, we strive to outdo each other. In school, in sports, in family. When we really have all we need. Why is it when our hearts mature, the thing we want most, is that person another has for themselves. We grow jealous. Bitter. Cold. We have all felt these emotions before. We have all dealt with this deep longing for the things we just can't get in our reach. Why is it that the human race is so caught up in trying to get what we cant have. What is it about these things? That toy, that goal, that deeply desired love...our lives in general. We become jealous. Bitter. Cold, wanting things we can't have.