Saint Me.

You see its all about Me.

I am a very selfish creature. Though I would never say it outloud to the person that I want to do the things I want. Deep down inside I am screaming..."But what about ME!"

So, I sit and stew and whine a bit if I can get away with it. But - the Me in Me is not happy at all.

I have many instances in my life that are really not up to my standards. Things that I have little control over and even if I complained - I doubt anything would be done and my pleas would fall upon deaf ears.

So I am nominating myself for Sainthood.

The Sainthood for the Mothers that have pain in the a** kids.

The Sainthood for Girlfriends, that have to deal with the likes of forgetful boyfriends.

The Sainthood for Employees that deal daily with "The Man".

The Sainthood for General Life for just having to deal with people on an everyday basis.

I am sure Mother Teresa would understand.