Meh is the new FAIL.

Hello, how are you? Me? I’m fabulous. Lately, I say that anytime someone asks me, and every day it’s a little more true. I am fabulous. Life is great. My kids are great. I don’t have any dire concerns right now and I’m happy. I totally mean it. Wow. I mean it. I’m fucking awesome. I need to work better at being an adult. It’s almost impossible for me to multitask. I get all wrapped up in the next big thing in my life, and devote the majority of my time to it and everything else falls by the …

Stream of Consciousness: Daughters

We went outside today. It hadn’t been so beautiful in so long. With messy ponytails and pajama pants, we traipsed around the acres I myself grew up exploring. Well, they traipsed. I sat and watched. I look at them, these beautiful things, so solid in our universe, and the days before their existence is blurry. They step on bugs and pluck dandelions from the dry grass, so confident that they belong just where they are, not yet troubled by anything of consequence… completely unmarred by life. As the sun shines down on them, their bodies cast elongated shadows on …

“She’d be DECIMATED.”

I appreciate it when people don’t sugarcoat parenting, or act like children are the holy grail and people aren’t allowed to call them on their bullshit. Sometimes, they are little fucking assholes and you want to kick them out of windows. It’s just the truth. I love my daughters, but sometimes I really do not like them. At all. And if you’re a parent and honest with yourself, I think it’s probably the same for you. I’ve yet to meet anyone that wasn’t delusional that didn’t nod yes to that statement. I like this guy. I’m going to see …

If opposites attract, I must be the absolute nicest person on the planet.

What the hell?! The other night, Joey and I went to see Modest Mouse. Show started at 9pm, we got there pretty early, and got a good spot, behind the railing that separated the floor from the people down there in the little…pit? I dunno. There were a couple of girls in front of us, and we weren’t all shoved up on them because I believe in respecting personal space. And it was hot enough. Shit. Anyway, as the show went on, things got more crowded, but it was fine. Once, two girls moved in front of us and …

Movie review: Closure

Every once in a while, someone touches your life in a an unexpected and deeply meaningful way. Such is the case when I had the good fortune to meet Angela Tucker. Angela Tucker and me. All because: Once upon a time, I saw a trailer, cried an ugly sniveling cry, and promptly emailed the producer to say ILOVEYOUALLHOWCANISEEYOURFILM? It’s true. I did that waaaay back in the spring, was allowed to see an advanced copy, promised a review, and then I got to hug Angela at Pact Camp because she and her husband brought their film to Pact Camp! …

Testing…testing…does this thing work?

No, I’m not talking about this neglected website. I’m talking about the grueling season that is right now bearing down on many of California’s kids. It’s testing season, folks, the time of year when No. 2 pencils and prison-like lock downs on school campuses reign. It’s the season that helps make Pearson one of the wealthiest companies in the world (read that thing with tissues in hand because you will weep); the season that causes Michelle Rhee, Ben Austin, Rahm Emmanuel, and other like-minded education “reformers” to gleefully piddle in their pants at the idea of closing more “failing” …

What happens when you eliminate government “waste”

It is not an over-exaggeration to say that I almost passed out when I received my most recent water bill from the City of San Diego Water & Wastewater Services. Our bi-monthly bill has been increasing in breathtaking amounts across the last three billing cycles, despite our conservation efforts and comparatively small square footage. According to our bill, we’ve used 41.76% more water than last year at this time, and a combined 75% more if we add together our last three bills. Granted, fees have gone up. But friends of ours with more than two acres and avocado trees …

The Scarlett Letter on my shirt will be an “O”

I am neck deep in a very serious decision making process about whether I am going to opt my child out of the many, many standardized tests that are headed in her direction. And I don’t mean just for this year; I mean opt out for the foreseeable future. She is set to take her first test next week—a district mandated benchmark exam complete with multiple choice bubbles!—and as of now, since I’m still in information gathering mode, she will be sitting for it. But lo, this rabbit hole is fraught with switchbacks and multi-forked roads and what I’ve …

Teaching to the test

My first grader is in a French immersion school where she is learning nothing but French all day, everyday, and therefore cannot read English. She will not have any English instruction until third grade. Keeping this in mind, here is tonight’s fill-in-the-bubble math problem from her math workbook (the same workbook that instructed her to measure lengths using cubes that we do not have at home): The red pillow takes the least space. The yellow pillow takes more space than the blue pillow. Which of the following is not true (again, imagine bubbles instead of numerals, and the backward …

Who’s up for a little competition?

One of the blogs I follow in my Google Reader is Life in Style, the ModCloth blog. If you don’t know ModCloth, I’d recommend checking it out. They have tons of affordable darling clothes, shoes and accessories—many from independent designers—in a broad spectrum of styles. I would even say it’s the one place to shop online that has something for everyone. And I like the blog because it features interviews with interesting entrepreneurial women, outfit combinations that inspire remixing of my boring old clothes, recipes that inspire remixing of my boring old meal routine, and do-it-yourself projects. Not that …