OH MY...I am a walking talking billboard for the 80's aren't I? Well despite the Princess Bride reference, I've been busy. And honey, that is pronounced BIZ-AY. I did this totally feminist power, "I don' need no stinkin' man" thing and bought a house. Yeah...a whole freaking house. And I've been working on closing the deal and packing my house. So of course this is also the time I decided to keep up with the Joneses (which is silly to say because the only Jones I know is a single gay man, but I digress) and become one of those crazy over scheduled moms. You know...Art Classes, Swim Lessons, Play Practice and Baseball all at the same time. While I'm moving...by myself...with no"stinkin'" man." Now I am woman and I do roar, people, but that doesn't make my derriere hurt any less at the end of the day.
In other news, my son with a behavioral disability was doing sooo very well at school that at his last conference, in March, they dismissed him from the special ed program. This was his cue to fall apart at the seams. We live such a disjointed life with this boy. He just got accepted into one of the school districts most prestigious programs for gifted students. I hope he can make it through this bump in the road and get back on firmer legs.
(And I'm sure it isn't obvious or anything, but one of those stinkin' men I don't need is the copy editor I work with...pfft...)
