For my parents to get marriage counseling, so I’m not used as a stuck-in-the-middle punching bag anymore.
Today has not been a good day.
All I want are reccomendations for grad school.
If that’s too much to ask, enough time so I can finish writing 9 stories I’m working on and try to get them sold.
I guess I would like someone to come and work with me for a week to teach me some fool-proof toddler-friendly discipline. I don’t like how much I raise my voice, or feel impatient, or wonder if I’m ruining my son.
Or, to get my sex drive back, but I don’t think that is something that someone could reasonably do for me.
nolineage, welcome to the boards! I have friends in real life, but none on the SDMB. I’ll be your friend!
I’d like to have my student loans paid back.
My life is actually really good - I’m getting married in July, I have some great friends who call me when they need someone [which is the sign, I’ve found, of a good one], I love my job [I teach high school math and science and LOVE my kids, all 150 of them], and I’m prolly going to have a snow day tomorrow. I just wish I could go into this marriage without the $20,000 debt. But, even that’s not vital. I can live with it, too. It’s nice to dream, though.
A much, much better job.
Welcome, nolineage!
The one thing that would make my life better would be some kind of guarantee that everything I have now can never be taken away from me.
I currently have everything I ever wished for all my life: Good kid (well, basically good – he’s a teenager 
) stimulating, well-paying job with great benefits and where I don’t have to work myself to death; cool, affordable apartment in the greatest city in the world; health; kid’s health; a few good friends; and an on again/off-again boyfriend (which is just what I want; I don’t want to be tied down by a too serious relationship). You get the picture.
But am I giddy with joy? Hell, no. The more things go my way, the more I’m afraid that one way or another, the things that mean so much to me will somehow be taken away. So all I want for Christmas is a GUARANTEE. Are you listening, Santa? Thank you.
A new brain. With my wife leaving me and taking the kids, a crappy, dead end job, and doing poorly in school this semester, life totally sucks. Perhaps with a new brain I could understand the software I’m supposed to be learning, and I wouldn’t hate life and get depressed every time things go other than how I want them to.
…if I only had a brain…
Not for me, but a new set of vertebrae for Ivylad would be very nice.
All encompassing power over every being in the universe.
I already have a dog.
Ouch! I hope you’re not married, because that’s a whole 'nuther can of worms.
Afraid I am, but who know for how much longer if things remain as they are.
For Mr. Pol to have his health back - he’s not dealing well with being type II diabetic.
Cranky from what I’ve been learning the only way to not yell all the time, paddle, and have every third word out of your mouth be NO!!! is to have a quiet child. My 2 year old is uncontrolable and he likes knives (of which I have a lot and they’re kept in childproof drawers, but he’s figured out how to work the childproofing.) He completely ignores me like I hadn’t even spoken. One of my friends has a 20 month old who cries if she uses a firm tone and never repeats the act that brought the tone into her voice.
What he said! What he said! Those are what I want, too!
Plus an immediate decriminalization of marijuana, and the release from prison of anyone who is there solely for possession and/or sale of same.
Okay, I won’t pry, except to ask if you and she have been to counseling and if she has been to a doctor.
A transporter. I hate travelling in this bloody country because it takes an eternity to get from point A to point B.
More realistically, I need more bookshelves.
yep, 3 years and over $6000 worth together and individually with 2 different counslers and group. She won’t see a medical doctor, in her mind there is nothing wrong.
I’m done, No more please it just makes me angry.
A divorce would make my life so much better… but how can you divorce somone who is terminally ill?
Understood, VenusProbe. I wish you good luck in finding happiness.