When the former Soviet Union starts rolling into new territories with masked soldiers, that's one time when I miss the Live Journal that used to be ( Read more... )

A song about Christian girls who stay virgins until they're married but have anal sex instead. --FIND THE LOOPHOLE

to report that Harry and Dan took off on bikes to go to Dan's corporate softball game on the Great Lawn (so cute).
 and that I am in love with the man who massages my neck at the nail salon.  No, not really, but wowsa!  That's on Lexington Avenue, just north of 92nd street, to anyone in my hood who still uses LJ.

Years ago I would have come to Live Journal first on hearing about the Boston...Massacre, Fucking Stupid Terrorist Plot, Mass Maiming, whatever it is we're calling it today.  Nowadays it's the last thing to occur to me ( Read more... )

First and foremost, unless you hear the police confirm a diagnosis by evaluating medical or school records, don't jump to conclusions that Adam Lanza had Asperger's syndrome just because his brother may have said something about a disability. In the past ten years, the terms autism and Asperger's syndrome have been thrown around and people have ( Read more... )

Harry off on 2-day school ski trip tomorrow.  I am so nervous.  Hope to God I don't get the phone call that my little wonderkind is being a pain in the butt.

Two days off... I'm thinking some serious yoga.

What's on my mind....if my son is better at computers than I am....and he is...what's to keep him from cyber spying on my personal thoughts, instead of the assumed parent spying on teen. Can I count on complete lack of interest?

My 12-year old boy has been getting to school and back on the NYC subway for almost a year now. He's conquered the L, the 4-5-6 and the 1-2-3 lines, and he got himself on the C train today. Tomorrow he will conquer and chaperone another boy on the F. The same child who at 2 years of age was telling me "take the local roads today Mommy" as we ( Read more... )

Got lazy and took Harry's Martial Arts pants downstairs to the drycleaner to be patched. (Well...it's literally downstairs, and I couldn't find my huge patching needle). I took a pair of his outgrown grey denim jeans to be cannibalized for the patch, but the tailor at the drycleaner wouldn't hear of it. He insisted he could find a better match ( Read more... )

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