Please.. ?

(This is the post that I kept trying to get on my blog last night.  Is it the topic or was it the way I was writing it that made it keep disappearing on me?  Perhaps I just had to sleep on it.. para mabawasan ang taray.. LOL)

I walked in on the stepson telling Alan he needed a suit for this Sweet 16 party…  No “please”, no tone of supplication.  It was a demand.  He hastily exited MY bedroom because we are not on speaking terms.  Just as he left he tells his Dad “I need my art supplies by the weekend.”  Again, it was not a statement, but rather a demand.  I looked at Alan and shook my head. 

I remember back in my day, I had to ask permission to go to a party.  And once my Dad said yes, then I could ask to buy a new outfit (you didn’t want to be seen in the same outfit if it was the same crowd of boys, and more so didn’t you want to be seen in the same formal dress if it was a debut!).  The operative word was “ask”, not demand.  I think that part of the equation was lost on the stepson.  He seems to think his Dad owes him all this, and that everything would go as he wanted them to, simply because he had decided to go.  He didn’t even bother to show his Dad the invitation.  I wanted to scream at him.  (Then I reminded myself I’m not talking to him.)

That’s one of my major beefs with the boy.  After showing such disrespect and disregard for his father’s feelings, he has the temerity to demand things without as much as saying please. 

This early we are trying to teach Angel the importance of knowing how to ask with respect.  The magic word: “Please”.  He’s already caught on to the idea, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed Alan won’t be going the same route when Angel is a teen himself.

Gobble, gobble

Nope, I’m not thinking about Thanksgiving this early.  It’s just that I tried thrice to post last night and each time, my post was gobbled up by cyberspace and I finally gave up just before midnight because I was just so sleepy.  (Blame it on the marathon viewing of Prison Break’s Season 1 DVDs.. )

Don’t you just hate that?  Sometimes I write a long e-mail and I hit send, only to be told that I lost my connection and everything I wrote, of course, failed to hit the cache.  It’s one of the bummers of wireless connectivity, more so since there are 4 other signals being picked up by our router.  But I’m here.

Gloomy Wednesday morning today.  No sign of rain but it looks like it’s coat weather outside.  I am thinking I will grab one of my thinner scarves, too.. one of my Paris treasures.  I’ve had my breakfast of coffee and a Boston Creme donut — and I thought I’d grab the chance before I started preparing for work.

Maybe I’ll grab my camera and take a detour on the way home.  I’ve discovered that taking the bus from my building to the express bus stop takes me to one corner of Central Park.  If it’s sunny enough today, I think I’ll take some pictures.  Or I can take some from our roof deck if the skyline is clear.

I’ve been busy working on my Paris and Sesame Place digital scrapbook layouts.  I have a ton to catch up on, but I figured I’d start layouting them and then just spruce them up before printing.  I’m tempted to start reading Sue Monk Kidd’s THE MERMAID CHAIR but I’m trying to start Bill Clinton’s MY LIFE first.  I am getting on with BLINK.

So as you can see, life goes on.  I started a letter to my bestfriend Fe telling her all about the things happening in my world of late.  She’s been quiet on e-mail and in snail mail.. but she is with me in thought always.  Life is never boring — I told her life goes on.. it would be so nice though if we could just hang out in Cafe Adriatico, dining al fresco, as we used to do a lot before.

(Angel just climbed on to the bed.. the boy is so strong.  I have a high bed and he literally has to pull himself up to climb and he can do it!)