“One of my main regrets in life is giving considerable thought to inconsiderate people.” ~Jarod Kintz

A month ago I got a call from the new Extended School Year (ESY – summer program, see last post) coordinator. Actually, he is just the teacher, but he gets a fancy title I guess. Or just made it up. During the call he tells me that the program runs six weeks, five days a

I’d rather be pole dancing

“Extended School Year” … ESY … basically summer school for kids when mandated in the IEP. Pearlsky’s starts Monday. Here is the email I sent today to the Assistant Superintendent for Student Services: I know you have seen the emails about the ESY start time. It is actually a worse situation than outlined, but this

Fashionista

Gap / Old Navy / Banana Republic is (are?) having a 30% off and free shipping sale today. What are the odds that any of the hundreds of dollars of new wardrobe I just bought Pearlsky will fit? Or match?

“Run Away” ~King Arthur (aka Graham Chapman)

There are two times when my advice is “Run away, run, run fast, go, go, go!!!!” One is when you are a Canadian blogger with an over controlling, abusive, psycho, manipulating soon to be ex-husband and the second time I give that advice is when you realize that your kid is really messed up and

Path of least resistance

I am sitting at dinner and there is this couple there. I know the woman a bit; nice, intelligent woman, but rather high maintenance and insecure. She is there with her boyfriend of a month, the first since her divorce. The guy’s an ass. He is pompous, self-serving, and worse … he relates a story about last

I have no opinion either …

So, no comments on the new look of the blog? Ok, then, how about comments on this? Not sure how I feel about it, but it is powerful.

Mean people suck

I have to say that I don’t understand “mean.” As a kid I was teased a bit (and no, I ain’t sharing why), bullied a bit (not as bad as others), and came all to close to being abused by a neighbor (stopped at the last minute by his mom, actually, and I was too

“need help”

Just a normal evening. Pearlsky was in her play area just hanging out and her geek dad was actually working on the new look for his blog (very early preview here). About seven-thirty I started feeling a bit queasy, and by eight o’clock I was in full fledged “hugging the porcelain throne” mode. I was retching pretty hard, and