Sometimes I try to have a subject to write about

With an actual main idea and supporting ideas that dovetail nicely through the course of brilliantly written prose. And sometimes I just start typing and find out right along with you where I end up. I stop writing when I get bored or hungry and wonder why people actually come back to read future posts. This is one of those days. You’ve had your fair warning. I do not know what this post will include, but it may or may not reference chocolate and Lady Gaga and the debate on whether private foundations are truly striving toward becoming learning organizations and embracing failure while learning from their investment strategy mistakes or whether that all sounds good in their annual reports, but really, not so much.

Let’s see what the grab bag that is my head on a Friday afternoon yields:

1) Jay, last night: “Mama, I want a hot dog. But I don’t want any sourcrotch on it. Just ketchup.”

I’ve spent the day trying to drop “sourcrotch” casually in my conversations to my staff and officemates. It’s harder than you might think.

2) Jay, a few weeks ago: “Daddy, I know that half of the baby’s genes come from you, and half of the baby’s genes come from Mama. But how do the genes GET together?”

I have become an expert in question evasion. It won’t work for long, but it worked the other day when he asked another delicate question: “Mama, why do you and Daddy share a bed?”

For that situation I employed a reasonable and responsible response. I invoked self-inflicted violence. Me: “Ouch! Oh, I just stubbed my toe. Oh, that really, really hurt.”

And done.

Isn’t there a book or something that I can give him? When does it become appropriate for me to put my hands over my ears and shout "What?! I can't hear you!”?

This is so awkward.

3) Michael Jackson totally rocks. Still. Even more than in the 80’s. Pandora. Just do it. Just beware that they’ll try to slip some Kenny G in there and you’ll have to slap that shit down quick or you’ll find yourself on a musical tangent listening to contemporary smooth jazz artists that make you think of creepy dentists.

4) Or maybe that’s just me.

5) Ella has taken a liking to wearing sunglasses. At night, to bed, in her footy pajamas. It’s pretty cute, so I don’t intervene. She may also be trying to fake out the boogey monster. Since we haven’t had a single boogey monster attack us while we sleep, I’d say her strategy is working.

6) Luther Vandross is dangerously close to Kenny G. Dislike, dislike, dislike.

7) Facebook. Time sink or not? Discuss.

8) It is sleeting outside right now. What the hell?

9) The first U.S. dog guide was a German Shepherd named “Buddy,” who was presented to Morris Frank in 1927. Check out this and other fine facts at: Mental Floss Random Fact Generator: http://www.mentalfloss.com/amazingfactgenerator/?p=827#scroll

10) Sourcrotch.

11) And I am spent...