Selective Hearing.

Put your clothes in the hamper. Yes you do. It's that basket in your room.
Pick up your toys.
Don't sit with your knee up at the table. Do you see anybody else with their friggin' knees on the table.
Eat nicely please.
Move your shoes, coat and backpack from the middle of the kitchen. The very middle - we could not have found a surveyor to find the exact middle of the damn kitchen so accurately.
Brush AND floss.
The sea monkeys DID NOT splash that water out of their tank.
Gather your school stuff.
Seriously, that's not a finger food.
Pocket frogs is NOT educational and it DOES count as your computer time.

Every damn day. Yet I only had to tell him my iTunes account password once.

Do You Know What You Can't Do

You can't rent a movie from the iTunes store then put your iPad in airplane mode to trick it into thinking that you suspended time.
Accordingly, I will never know whether Reese picked Owen Wilson or Paul Rudd. And this is probable the first and last time you will ever hear me say this, but Owen Wilson was actually less annoying than Paul Rudd here. But I will never know how it ends. Oh we could rent it again, but I am not willing to let iTunes win this one.
Speaking of time, we showed up to a run a race a week early. Accordingly, we won.

Mmmm Friday.

One of the things about being an in-house lawyer is that you don't really practice in one area of the law. You do it all. Of course, I have outhouse lawyers at my disposal, but a great many issues require immediate attention. Also, I was hired as a lawyer, not an outhouse lawyer manager. I am expected to practice law. Accordingly, I make up a lot of law. And making up the law is quite tiring so I, for one, am very glad it is Friday. I still have not found Built to Last, but I did find Sting's All This Time which had been missing but which I wanted to find after reading Broken Music, his autobiography. When We Dance is a really beautiful song. You know how when you are in love with someone there just seems to be no words that adequately describe it - well, I was always impressed at how When We Dance seems to nail it on the head. DAMN YOU BLOGGER WHAT IS WITH THE INABILITY TO PUT LINES BETWEEN PARAGRAPHS. Wordpress investigations to begin this weekend.

Thursday's Random Observations

1. I cannot find the Grateful Dead Built to Last CD. Thursday and Saturday mornings are the perfect time for the Built to Last CD. Alas, it has disappeared and I whatever else I find to listen to on the way to work this morning will not be the same. I smell an iTunes download in my near future . . . 2. It has occurred to me that it would be cheaper if I had a crack addiction than a Starbucks addition. However, I can do Starbucks without doing crack, but I doubt I could do crack without doing Starbucks. So I guess I'll stick with the Starbucks. 3. If Blogger doesn't fix its paragraph issue, I am switching to another blogging service.

Signs

Recently my son's friend lost his dad and one of our high school friends took his own life. I cannot reconcile how I don't believe there is really a heaven, in so far as there are human forms walking around up there, but I fully believe that my son's friend's dad and my high school friend are absolutely somewhere with my mother (and we aren't even going to get into the fact that suicide is considered by some to be a sin). They are all together - two because of cancer, one because of suicide. I feel my mom. But I haven's seen any signs. I usually feel her when I am in the car. She is sitting right beside me. Probably this is me willing her to be there. But if I could see something, I would know. Over Thanksgiving we had my son's friend over to play, as his mother requested because this little guy needed a break from all the cancer a his house. My son and his friend made paper airplanes and aimed them at our roof. For a good long time there were airplanes on our roof and in our yard. I couldn't bring myself to pick them up. Perhaps it was because I knew what this little boy was about to go through - that his life would never be the same and there would always be a before and an after. And I wanted to hang on to the before for him. His dad died the day after Christmas. And, by then, the airplanes were all gone. Every time I walked around the house to get to my car I would look for them. I looked desperately as I wasn't ready to give up. But finally I gave up. People go. Keeping things can't change that. This weekend, after five months of rain and snow and wind, I opened the door to one of those paper airplanes on my porch. I have no doubt at all this was sent by one of the three, just to let us know they are here.

Finally, I Found Drinking Glasses

We need new drinking glasses. When we combined houses we acquired my husband's pink ones. Pink. That were a wedding present from his first marriage. Accordingly, we need new drinking glasses. I could go to Crate and Barrel and pick some from among the wall of drinking glasses, all perfectly capable of holding water, but I want Drinking Glasses not drinking glasses. I love when you can find everyday objects that are things of beauty. Ergo, Jonathan Adler Drinking Glasses. This picture does not do them justice, and you can't lift a picture of one from jonathanadler.com. But the gray one - its gray on the outside, white on the inside. An object of desire indeed.

What is with Blogger Not Making Paragraphs?

On Saturday it was 89 degrees followed by snow on Sunday. I crap you negative. It is a wonder my sinuses don't explode. But you didn't come here for the retrospective weather report. Have you ever known anybody that is about a month away from a need for an intervention? Tough stuff. However, have you ever watched that show about people with their crazy addictions and thought, for example, that you can totally see why somebody would want to sleep with a hair dryer. I get that. Lots of white noise. Toasty warm. Can't go there. Must not try it. Must not try it. Also, speaking of people who might need an intervention, my husband happened to be travelling to the city with the number 1 Franchise in terms of sales. Two out of the other 3 people we spoke with recently told us to run. This guy, this number one sales guy, would surely be all excited and telling us how great it is. I mean, this guy makes bank. He told my husband to run. (I know what you are thinking. You are thinking, didn't you check this all out before you signed on. Yes - but under a different location concept [mall v. free standing]). Then there are the two venture capitalist guys who are now opening their 3rd store. I mean, obviously its working for them. We need a sign. Because, no, 3 out of 4 people telling us to run hasn't been our sign. I mean, franchisees are an odd lot. One complained about having to send money back to the mother ship. Hello. It is a franchise. Others we question their location. At some point, if you decide to go on, you stop talking to these people.