Friday Fragments Virgin

So I have decided to start participating in this thing called Friday Fragments, which is the grand idea of Mrs.4444. I have kind of been lurking around her blog lately, and definitely need one day a week where I have some structure. If you want to know more about it, head on over to her place and check it out. Actually, you should go check her out anyway; she is pretty neat.

**I talked with the prosecutor on Wednesday, and at this point we are still anticipating going to trial. I hadn't spoken to him in months, so it was good to find out that he is still on the same page as he was in the beginning. He does not have a deal to offer; he will listen to what they propose, but he isn't going in there set to place something on the table. We talked about the whole "deal" thing and agreed that in the end, one felony guilty plea and a guilty plea to one lesser charge, in exchange for dropping two of the felonies, would be acceptable. We already know we aren't going to get a plea on four felonies. So it looks like in less than two weeks Hannah and I both have to take the stand.**

**Owen has been getting up in the middle of the night, taking his diaper off, and going in to go potty. We have been working with him during the day, of course, and I think he is doing amazingly well; he wears a diaper at nap time and bedtime is all. But it completely blows my mind that he gets up on his own and goes in to pee. Not every night, not consistently, but a definite leap in progress. And I cannot BELIEVE I just totally did a "mommy blogger" and wrote about potty training. Shoot me now, please.**

**If I were a cop, I would just automatically suspect and pull over anyone who saw my car and slowed down to 10 miles below the speed limit. Especially if they weren't even speeding before they saw the car. That just smacks of trying to drift under the radar to me.**

**Sam has this amazing ear for music. He knows the correct words to these really obscure songs that we don't hear all that much. Last night coming home, we heard Come On Eileen, and while Eli was cheerily singing "come on Riley," Sam was correcting him. He ALSO has a strange fascination with Freddie Mercury; I wonder if I should be worried?** ***And I am editing this to say that I misspoke or perhaps gave the wrong impression; not only do I really have no IDEA whether my child may or may not be gay, I don't give a rip. But come on guys, Freddie as a role model? Why not Doogie Howser instead?***

**The birds are starting to gather twigs and leaves for their nests; I can see the flurry of activity outside the window. Which is really quite fun, watching them choose juuuuust the right bit of material. The not-so-fun-part is remembering the fact that the office is by the bar, where people puke on the sidewalks and in the gutters, which is where the birds are rummaging for their scraps. Makes me gag just a little.**

**Barbara Taylor Bradford wrote this really great book called A Woman of Substance, and then followed it up with, I think, four other books about this same family. I have read the first three, and they are wonderful. So when I was ill, I went to the thrift store and picked up some books, and one of them was called Voice of the Heart by old Babs. I was pretty excited to find it, and for 20 cents no less. But I found out why it was only 20 cents; it was terrible. I spent the entire, lengthy book just waiting for something to happen. I have a personal "rule" that if I start a book I HAVE to read the whole thing, and man, that was a waste of my time.**

**I have a theory about how women in their 30's are supposedly at their sexual peak. While I don't doubt that we want it more now than we did back in the day, I don't think it really has anything to do with biology or hormones or any kind of scientific reason. Simply put, I think we just enjoy it a lot more because we know what we want, how we like it, and we are less willing to just lay there and let the man do the work. Also, and I do believe this to be true for ME, I think it really is better if you care deeply for someone. I know that isn't the case for everyone and I am all like meh, whatever, but for me? Yeah. **

**At M.'s funeral on Tuesday, the music selection was just as honest as the rest of the service. They played this song and this song, and all I can say is fuck.me.**

So there you have it; some of the little fragments zipping around in my head lately. I am sure you will all sleep better knowing these little things, right?