<p>Gmom,
Sorry to be an armchair analyst (my Mom is actually one, so it got in me a bit) but I’m pretty sure what your daughter is doing is projecting her feelings onto you so that she doesn’t have to own them herself. (ex., SHE is having uncomfortable feelings about not agreeing with you, not the other way around.) That’s totally normal for a teenager. Anger is a hard feeling to own, especially for girls. We are taught to be “good”, “nice” and “smile”, even in this day and age. There is a lot of guilt that goes along with those “bad” feelings. The more you can give her the sense that it is ok to be angry and frustrated, the more those exchanges will become more straightforward. That anger may be triggered by you or it may have nothing to do with you. The best thing to do is mirror her. (Harville Hendrix…Imago). It really is simple as feeding her back what you hear her saying (without interpretation). That little process actually gives energy to the other person you are listening to. It lets them feel their “self”, their boundaries. It makes them feel present and seen. I’m curious to see how a conversation goes if you try this.</p>
<p>Drae…thanks for the cerebral explanation of annoying teen-girl behavior. Absolutely, I get the…“I can tell you are upset with me” from D when SHE is the one who is upset…drives me nuts and she does it much less with her Dad. I will try the technique you suggest. What is reassuring is that at least half of moms of teen girls seem to get this kind of behavior…to the outside world my daughter presents a facade of perfection and maturity…alone with her mother she can suddenly morph into a hormonal nutcase of blame casting hysteria which is hard to deal with along with my own hormonal issues. Now we know she isn’t a nutcase but actually is a normal teenager with pefection/goodness angst… </p>
<p>GMom…my D would rather die than look different from the rest of the crowd and would curl up in a ball if I tried to deliver food to her dorm, while S would be absolutely thrilled and would love to have groceries delivered to him (the problem is that he would like it on a regular basis). </p>
<p>But that reminds me to give you an update on our post launch saga… so last chapter he was just dumped by girlfriend and had screwed up his first major sculpture assignment. He sounded to be in the very depths of the darkest hole of depression. I responded with large box of junk (full of food but also some very cool throwing and shooting toys sure to keep the dorm well entertained). New chapter…after four days of total silence with me calling once a day asking him to get in touch, I was ready to drive to pittsburgh to save S from slow suicide from malnourishment and end of first love affair…</p>
<p>So as I start thinking of packing the car, tonight he answers the phone. He went to bed at 1am Friday night/sat morning and woke up at 4pm today feeling, in his words, “great!”…apparently a broken heart and bad welding can be overcome with 14 hours of sleep. Well he says he sees that he needs to start following a schedule (imagine!?) and get more sleep (duh!). His roommate has also been trying to do too much and is now quite ill with fevers and is headed to the clinic. I will speak to roomate’s mom tomorrow…perhaps we need to make a joint safeway order of chicken soup for them. </p>
<p>BandD the video was both poignant and sweet and funny and sad all together…However, am I supposed to be the crazed M serving nasty green goop to artist son?..So hard to see how the nonconformists are tortured by expectations that they can’t possibly meet. So I need to be so different to such different kids…houdini mom.</p>
<p>those images are edited out from the documentary " The Devil and Daniel Johnston"
in the film, there were explanation by his mom why he made the mom character that way, I can not remember every words but Daniel was only mocking religious uptight mom with his own loving way - but mom didn’t sound too happy.
difference is, we know better not to say " I don’t like what you do, I don’t think anyone will"
because we love and proud of what they do and everyone sure should love them, too.
It’s sad because he was so cute and basically OK when he was young.
and, because if he did not become real nutcase, people would have not care about him as much - his work won’t sell off the wall of the gallery nor his music would have gotten this cult following.
s*** is tough.</p>
<p>I think Daniel Johnston is very important both musically and artistically. Im not that smart about music, but it strikes me that a lot of the hip stuff I hear these days sounds like him. Or maybe folks are finally waking up to the visceral responses these images invoke. </p>
<p>Gmom- I typed out a response yesterday and somehow it didnt get posted. I reread the grocery exchange between you and MICA girl, and it sounded like a lot of teenage conversations. Im guessing that she thinks ordering her groceries is too babying, while cooking special things isnt, because she cant cook all the special things for herself and there is a medically valid reason why she needs these things. I think its reasonable for her to say no. As to “she’s mad at me because she thinks Im upset”. That really struck a chord with me. Im constantly (well maybe not as much anymore) trying to fix things for my S, and it upsets me when he wont let me do it. Usually these things are so easy for me and I can see the consequences of not fixing them because I am an adult, and happen to be kind of organized and efficient and blah blah blah. So in the past, it is likely that we have had fights about something he should be doing, or doing MY WAY, or whatever. Im going to go out on a limb here, but I bet if you acknowledged the reasonableness of what she said (if you can find it in the clutter of the teenage stuff) it might go a long way.</p>
<p>So what I mean is if you said something to her like “Well I can see how you might think I was angry about you not taking the grocery delivery, since maybe sometimes in the past I was angry when you didnt accept my help, but honestly in this instance I was just trying to be helpful because I worry about you eating enough, and I am really not angry, I can see your reasons for not wanting delivery. Maybe on your next shopping outing you can pick some stuff up”</p>
<p>No one can tell how crazy and irrational they are being, especially in the middle of it, and particularly teenagers.</p>
<p>You are all great! Better be careful or I’ll bring more of my troubles to your doorsteps, lol. MICA girl will survive without me having groceries delivered to her. I really was not at all upset when she said she didn’t want me to do that. I can’t claim to understand her reasoning, but if that’s what she wants, it’s okay with me. I couldn’t really understand her saying I was upset, but I think you guys are right, that she is projecting her upset onto me.</p>
<p>But you know me, I can’t give it a rest. I know it’s only been just over three weeks. But she still has eaten only twice in the dining hall and certainly hasn’t been spending money at restaurants or for groceries. So I sent DH out to buy a bathroom scale for her. I’m sure it will be an unwelcome surprise. Her meds tend to supress her appetite anyway, plus she has always been at some risk for anorexia (hence the ‘don’t send her to public school’ from the shrink and therapist) and she’s on the thin-almost-too-thin side anyway. She claims that she’s very interested in keeping healthy – she says she’s taking the multivitamin and calcium supplements I left for her… but maybe the scale will be a little reminder that she has to eat. In the meantime I guess I will try to make gluten free goodies that are as fattening and nutrition-dense as possible (disguised all the while as muffins or cookies, hehehe) – that means using butter and eggs and montina, soy, bean, and quinoa flour, making carrot and zucchini muffins… you get the picture. </p>
<p>Manga girl has taken an inordinate interest in college suddenly. She’s a sophomore this year. I should be helping Aspie girl with college choices visits (she’s a junior) but Aspie girl is completely disengaged from the future. So Manga girl and I had fun looking at various colleges (have no idea how it will get paid for, but I have a hunch she will be MUCH better at filling out scholarship applications than her older sister). She is interested in art therapy – but wants to be more of a therapist and have art therapy kind of as a supporting thing… not sure how possible that is. She was very proud that her art teacher, Sr. Janet–also MICA girl’s art teacher for four years-- told her that she was just as good as MICA girl, only faster (lol!). Maybe this will change, who knows. I find it interesting that the kid without all the psychological issues and who doesn’t see a therapist or shrink is interested in being a therapist or shrink.</p>
<p>Off to the kitchen… carrot muffins here I come!</p>
<p>well, I wrote a brilliant and witty post and lost it so you just get the bits I remember…I do find this forum helpful as I struggle to count to 10 or 20 or 30 with DD. Like Gmom, I tried to remember Drae’s and switter’s wisdom today as I was tortured at the mall helping pick out dress for homecoming. She doesn’t have a date for homecoming…the dress is far more important…the date is merely an accessory. Date is only important in so much as he impacts the choice of shoes…if he is short, kitten heels, if he is tall she can go wild with stilletos. She has several candidates in mind…current strategy is to invite someone from another high school so no problem being the inviter and also total control in choosing someone to go with preferred shoe choice</p>
<p>So here is the problem with going with her to pick out dress (and pay for it)…If I hesitate at all to give my opinion–it means “I hate it”…if I say, “I don’t like the color”…that means that I think she looks ugly …If I say, we could shorten the straps…that means I think it is slutty (she was dead right on that one)…Never mind that she is breathtaking in every dress she puts on and the sales associates dash about the store bringing back more size 0 (5’5" 105lbs) with price tags in the $100’s and coo about how perfect she looks…she sees disapproval in every one of my looks, particularly if I surreptitiously try to look at price tag. I escape from the fitting room to the sale rack looking for something below $100…something that won’t give her father a coronary…and find myself picking myself carefully through the minefield of a 15 year old’s angst…I dumped literally 20 dresses into the changing room and tried to be enthusiastically, neutral as she tried each one on. I thought of Drae’s armchair psychology and Switter’s neutral response approach and tried to reflect back her own opinion to her (basically)…IT WORKED! She actually chose a rather retro dress (with high neckline, full skirt that is just above the knees) for about $75 that makes her look like audrey hepburn so now she thinks she needs gloves and a cigarette holder…plus the diamonds from Tiffany’s …Thanks for the wise advice!</p>
<p>You think it would get easier than it was when they were babies, and it just gets… different. Babies don’t sleep through the night, but they also don’t radically misinterpret our every glance and they can’t even understand our words! Whoo hoo!</p>
<p>I was cutting up meat for D3 one day and my sister pointed it out to me. “She’s 13, she can cut it herself, can’t she?” and I’m thinking, “but I just want her to eat, so I’ll make it easier”, and my sister is thinking, “she’s not helping her, she’s crippling her”! That opened my eyes and I finally learned to sit on my hands a bit more with D3 and her picky eating. She said to me a few months ago, “Mom, since I hate eating vegetables I better have some V8 Fusion every day to make sure I get enough vitamins”. A small victory there, but I refrained from doing any dances of joy. One day she may actually like broccoli and I’ll do my victory dance then. </p>
<p>It’s hard to sit by and watch, but I remember how much I’ve learned from my mistakes. It’s a tricky balancing act - how much advice to give, how much help to offer, how much of their BS to put up with!</p>
<p>D2 visited home today from MICA. She was fine when I picked her up, and we ran several errands and all was well. After dinner though the pouty face came back. She got homesick while being home! She said she had forgotten how “easy” things were at home and just wanted to stay and get more sleep. I reminded her of all the things that drive her crazy and promised she could come home and sleep all she wanted during their break in October. Whew. It’s so much work and I keep reminding her that she’ll emerge from this fire stronger than ever, like newly forged steel. I don’t envy these new freshman, it’s a very hard time.</p>
<p>Wow famom…I wouldn’t have even let my mother come with me to pick a dress when I was a teenager. You must be doing a lot right to even be invited. The dress sounds fabulous.</p>
<p>Honestly, It’s hard for me to imagine what it is like to have a daughter. I can only remember what it was like to be one. I don’t envy it. There is so much push and pull in the process of separating and forming an independent identity. Bless you, moms of daughters. You are being forged too!</p>
<p>Interesting to watch these kids gradually trying to let go and not need us so much, and us trying to fix their problems as we’ve done for years and all of us trying desperately to find the middle ground. </p>
<p>D has sore feet - took a walk in crappy shoes, got lost and ended up hurting her feet. No chance of anything being broken, just walked too far. Complained her feet hurt, so I look up remedies on the Internet. Stay off them, soak them, compression, ibuprofen. So I suggest these, says she’s doing that but they still hurt. If I find podiatrist in area, he’s going to say the same thing, so I haven’t suggested that. She also has a condition called aphakic bullous keratopathy, which is basically aphakic (no lenses in her eyes, cataracts when she was 3) corneal edema and that she is lacking the cells in that eye that pump out liquid. She complained for months, and after 3 doctors, we finally got a diagnosis. Not painful, except for a ‘dense’ feeling in her eye, but causes halos and contrast problems. She has been prescribed eye drops which she should be using at least 3 times a day. She may need a corneal transplant someday but they won’t do it now because her visual acuity is so good (she’s legally blind without her glasses, but 20/20 with them). She was happy with the diagnosis and that finally someone had found what was wrong. So she hasn’t said one word about her eye since the diagnosis (July) up until she texted me yesterday “My eye is getting worse”. First word out of my phone was "Have you been using your eyedrops? " Haven’t heard from her yet, but my guess is no - altho they are OTC, they are not available everywhere and I told her she’d probably have to have the pharmacist at Target order them. But she’s never said one word about even using them the whole time. Just sent her 2 articles written by ophthalmologists at U of Rochester showing dosages and the fact that people showed improvement after 3 months of treatment. I am resisting making another appointment at a ophthalmologist there because I’m almost positive she hasn’t been treating herself like she should.</p>
<p>It’s like they want to be independent but sometimes they still need us to help them along - finding that fine line is the difficult thing.</p>
<p>reading these posts made me thankful for my kid who can eat anything and never ever sick except one bad street fair sausage puke. no ear infection no head lice no nothing.
and I always wanted more more more…
then again, you never know when the whole pair of shoes drop all at once.
the bike he picked up during summer is mended and now he is biking to school everyday crossing notorious Queensborough bridge.
every morning seeing him off I gotta do silent beardog prayer.
I can not stop him biking if he wants to thou dept.ed -barely but still do- pay for subway fare for public school kids live far enuff away, I don’t know why oh why.
The city is pushing to become more bike friendly to reduce emission congestion all that, but rushhour traffic is such, you can get hurt in so many ways even you are careful.
how parents in other universe are dealing with kids “driving” to from school at age what, 16?
did anyone hear NPR " This American life" repeat last Saturday?
the graduating senior happened to hit and killed biking schoolmate who might or might not committed suicide.
victim’s family initially forgave him ( it was never his fault, she cut in front of his car suddenly) then sued him, then the case was dropped. there was a diary entry could have taken as her suicide note.
noone is saved only hurt. pain. loss.</p>
<p>what am I saying here today?
well, let’s all count good things we got. so, so many, in fact. thank you.</p>
<p>BandD …weird…I was transfixed this weekend listening to those stories on This American Life (sat outside of a Krispy Kreme for 1/2 hour to listen to the end) about people who were burdened with the death of someone else…the one about the bike really hit home as did your fears for your son. S biked the 2.0 miles to school as freshman but early in year was coming home…no bike path so S was flying down the hill on the sidewalk and the car pulled in front of him. Kid flies (thank goodness for helmet) across the bars and hood of car and lands in a heap on the other side. Driver terrified wants to call paramedics. S was clearly shook up but insists on going home. Luckily driver gives kid phone number. S gets home, D sees blood pouring out of S and lets out a a scream that hollywood would love…just like a horror movie. I arrive to see S in swoon (he says he was ok until D’s scream which was worse than the impact with the car), blood puddling on the floor. He had hit the handlebars so hard, had so little fat, he split open his stomach down to the muscle. The adrenaline kept him from feeling it. He was fine…just some stitches but I have to pass the intersection every day and 4 years later I still feel sick to my stomach as I go by. However, I really felt for the driver too…when I called from the hospital telling him that the police would be calling and reassuring him over and over that S was OK…I think he was more upset than us, really. He had been worried all afternoon after the accident and our call was just a nightmare for him. I have a horror of something like that happening to me or to someone in the family…imagine hurting or killing someone else’s child even by mistake, even if it isn’t your fault. That was a powerful radio broadcast. </p>
<p>Not to be too grim…we actually still bike a lot but really try to stick to bike paths and bike lanes so that drivers are aware that bikes are sharing the road with them. I actually don’t mind biking in the city…far more dangerous are the burbs where drivers aren’t used to having bikes around. The bridge your s crosses sounds like a challenge, however. I sometimes cross the Roosevelt bridge into DC…very narrow little lane blocked in with cement so the danger are the really serious bike riders who scream that they are coming on my left so I tend to start wobbling as they whiz by like they are on some crazy tour d DC and they are going for the yellow jersey.</p>
<p>isn’t it something?
do you listen every weekend?
I do when I am at office working and no good ballgame is on, these days not that often. but yeah, that was some good collection of tales.
the church camp lightning devil bit was another one, amazing.</p>
<p>you still gotten Krispy? like, eat in drive thru kind? Lucky!
city’s fat ban or rent hike whichever, franchises are gone one by one from vicinity. we had one around the corner some years back and my kid was popular sleep-over host. we’d get them fresh off the sugar bath by dozen, still warm.
now only outpost exists in Pen station, oh well better than nothing.- NJ transit Philly beyond to Amtrak RISD MICA corridor college visit was bit more tolerable for kids fueled by sprinkled or fudge coated one or two.
Metronorth- Poughkeepsie, New Heaven and CT beyond were served with Junior’s cheesecake.
If Port Authority bus terminal had better snack outpost, Ithaca trip could have been more endurable, maybe that Cornell defender dad was right, it could be a snack, not Ithaca nor Cornell’s fault. ( see older “Art major” thread, if you care)</p>
<p>OK, good, I am outa-freak-out mode now,
I mean bridge itself is OK, has bike lane. getting on and off is the tricky part. I had coworker thrown over handle bar, luckily landed on her arm and that was the only thing broken.
I was watching " Lawrence of Arabia" and bonus disc taught me that, the best thing Lawrence actually did for humanity is, by throwing off the motorcycle and dying while famous show-off, he prompted importance of wearing helmet. </p>
<p>everything in life seems happen by chance but somehow connect, reflect, align somewhere:
you, me, Ira Glass, Krispy Kreme, our children, Lawrence of Arabia.
we are never alone, no matter how tough s*** gets.
I have found a family I never had and didn’t know that I needed till now.</p>
<p>Wow,those bike stories are scary! H goes riding early mornings down 2 lane road, no bike path, with no helmet. I did get him a red blinking lite to put on his baseball cap that he does wear, so I guess that’s something. Makes me very nervous. D is still looking to get bike in Minneapolis, apparently up there kids ride even in winter! But says her feet hurt too much to ride. H talked to her last night and determined she has plantar fasciatis. He had it once too, and told her it was 3 months before his feet started to really feel normal again. Hasn’t been using the eyedrops - “they kinda make it worse”. So I have nothing to tell her other than to read the articles I sent. </p>
<p>I do feel like we have a little family here, too BandD… or we’re sort of all in the same boat… or maybe outside the boat clinging to the side trying to climb in or holding onto the very tip of the end of the oar. So far my head is above water, so I guess I’m good. Also feeling blessed that Aspie kid has gone to school for seven days in a row – and it has not taken a nuclear strike to get her out of bed. I’ll keep my fingers crossed, though I see clouds gathering on the horizon. I’ve been baking. Manga kid is jealous that I am baking so much all at once for MICA kid. I’ve been making jumbo sized muffins (carrot-zucchini, blueberry, blackberry cornmeal, and double pumpkin so far) and I make ‘regular’ sized muffins with whatever batter is left over. So the rest of the family shouldn’t be complaining since they can help themselves to all the ‘regular’ sized muffins that result from this baking spree. But Manga kid is still put out. Teenage girls. Plus they can have them warm from the oven. I really see no reason for the complaints other than it’s just what teenage girls do.</p>
<p>Have not heard from the MICA kid since the exchange about the grocery delivery thing on Friday. Wondering if I should try to text her this afternoon after her class to see if we’re still welcome to come on Sunday. DH is concerned about having four celiacs suddenly show up in the dining hall on Sunday afternoon expecting to be fed (MICA kid has still only gone to the dining hall twice – so I figure since we need to eat when we’re down there we might as well use her card and eat in the dining hall – though she might be mortified by that prospect). So I will email the chef and let him know that we are planning to come; but maybe I better wait and see what MICA kid says. I think she might prefer to go down to the inner harbor and have gf pizza at Chicago Uno’s Grill. </p>
<p>MICA kid claims that she has gone to the Learning Resource Center twice (I heard this from MICA kid’s therapist) and both times she was sent away and told to come back later. We spent a lot of $$ to get her testing up to date and I find it really unacceptable that we are paying all this money for tuition and they are not honoring appointments and meeting with my D. I don’t know how far I’ll get complaining – and to tell the truth, I don’t actually know if this is a true story (that she was there twice) or not, but I’m going to do my best to find out. Silly rules for proto-adults drive me nuts. I’m footing the bill and I want to know if my kid has been to the Learning Resource Center or not. Seems to me that they should tell me. But I know I’m going to hear that they ‘can’t’ tell me anything. When we were trying to convince MICA girl to take a gap year, the LRC director was kind enough to honor my request to give MICA girl a call and to talk with her about the responsibility and level of independence needed to be a successful student at MICA. So they have heard from me before.</p>
<p>BandD; MICA kid was too scared to really ever drive herself anywhere and we never allowed her to regularly ride to school with a friend. So she took the bus. I don’t like the kids going off to ride their bikes whoknowswhere – I’m always worried something will happen. They like to go to a little park (very isolated) alongside the Hudson River that is populated (sometimes) with some unsavory characters. Really not a good place for teenage girls to go on their own. There are registered sex offenders in the area and while I don’t know that they go to this park, I always worry that there ‘could’ be an issue. Of course there could be an ‘issue’ most anywhere, but I don’t like it when they go there. Out here in the burbs, there’s nowhere else really for them to ride to on their bikes. So if they go bike riding it’s right in our immediate neighborhood. Aspie girl broke her ankle on her bike a few years ago – so she’s always very careful.</p>
<p>D2 has been biking around Baltimore a bit. She bikes to the farmer’s market on Sundays and was ecstatic to spot one of the guys from “Ace of Cakes” there last time. Too shy to say hello. (it’s a TV show about a fancy bakery called Charm City Cakes that makes ridiculous confections for the rich and famous. Like Pimp my Ride for pastry…). I don’t mind that but I still worry. They think they’re so invincible.</p>
<p>She also rides to and from work, getting home around midnight! “Well, I have a light”, she says. Oh, she better be staying on the sidewalk. And not be wearing headphones. </p>
<p>We have a quasi-abandoned bike in our basement waiting to be reclaimed by it’s owner in a month or two (or three or four…). It’s a “track bike”, meaning it has no gears and no brakes. D2 wants to borrow it and do tricks! Tricks with no brakes! She, who broke her foot once just walking down the driveway! We have a small closet full of orthopedic accessories that were mostly hers. I say that silly track bike is staying in the basement until it’s out of here for good.</p>
<p>Hi I posted a big reply that got lost. Growl! I feel like family too.</p>
<p>Bears- scary bike stuff! We are the mayors of the local emergency room, especially in summer. This is the down side of a risk taker S. The upside is that they take risks. Your S had an amazing summer, it changed his life, your relationship (probably.) </p>
<p>On launch stuff- I had my S call my mother, since she misses him. Made her day, and he told her a lot more details then I got. Cool reading list in Literature, all professors are geniuses. New gf, (which I knew about, but she got details.) He told her the place was intense. Im guessing the crits are making him rethink is work flow strategy. </p>
<p>Gmom- I think that you should try to get the cafeteria money back.</p>
<p>BandD…the whole Saturday lineup keeps me tuned to NPR as I go about my day, but I miss bits and pieces depending on what I am doing. You can download the podcasts of wait wait, don’t tell me so I never miss those but listen to them throughout the week. This american life is my favorite because it really folllows stories in depth and you end up thinking about them for a long time. Now I am intrigued by the Lawrence of Arabia fatal ending…really? sad but interesting…</p>
<p>There is one of those big old fashioned Krispy Kreme donut joints about 10 miles away in Alexandria where you see all the machinery producing dozens of donuts. We used to take the girl scouts there once a year. I get there very infrequently when driving to a travel soccer game or visiting Lowes…I bought 1 dozen fresh ones on Saturday…4 were consumed in seconds by DD and DH who can easily afford to eat them and the others by a couple of residents at the local retirement home (aka hell hole) where I visit each week. I discovered that if you are poor, disabled and old and have nothing to look forward to…the ocassional fresh donut can still put a smile on a face. It’s incredible…one gentleman at the home told me that a donut does more for him than oxytocin. </p>
<p>I am going to see if there is a donut place in Pittsburgh…I don’t remember…for now I am able to satisfy S’s need for comfort-outrageous fat and sugar content-food with stored girl scout cookies. </p>
<p>Redbug, I biked in Madison until the windchill dropped below 0. As long as I used longjohns and a full knitted mask, I was warm if rather unattractive. However, I had one of those old fashioned bikes with a basket on front so I never got up to any serious speed…a real upside of having an ancient bike was that I never locked it and when it snowed in the middle of the day in late November, I caught the bus home and didn’t retrieve it from in front of the library until the thaw the following march. </p>
<p>Switters…brilliant idea to get the gradparents involved as data miners…my parents just returned from the home country so S will need to call them…maybe they can find out why he broke up with GF and why his facebook page says “36 hours on the no-sleep train” …</p>
<p>G-mom…definitely don’t call the chef…just see if daughter will go over to cafeteria and then test to see if they can quickly put together something gluten free. Lucky girl to be getting all those muffins…even if she doesn’t want a meal…tell her you want to go over and have a cup of coffee and/or milk with the muffins so you can get some money off of the plan. </p>
<p>As for manga girl…you’re right they are always finding something that is “unfair” …now my D is complaining that it is unfair that I send packages of stuff to S because I make her pay for junk food at the movies (never, ever have I paid for popcorn at a movie…so kids have always had the rule to use their own allowance if they want to buy snacks at movies–not surprisingly, they have bought snacks once or twice in their lifetimes). I pointed out that I would be happy to buy snack food to sneak into movie in her purse, but I will not pay the outrageous sums for the really bad stuff at the movie theatre…I figure that by not buying cokes and popcorn at movies for the past 15 years I have saved approximately…drum roll…$2160 which is more than enough to pay for 1 semester of dining bill at Carnegie Mellon! worth it? I think so. DD is obviously befuddled by the reasoning and probably by the math!</p>
<p>gosh “wait wait” oh yes how I love it, and sometime I do know the answer that makes me proud.
is their lineup about same where you are? I even listen to “the speaking of faith” then balance things out by car talk and prairie home.</p>
<p>I have seen the movie when I was young, but recently there were real Lawrence’s photo on some news magazine cover, time? NW? one of those and gotten intrigued, how sort of looked half legit ( I mean, HE is the real Lawrence, dah) so I took out DVD from the library.
He dies crashing motorcycle in very very beginning of the film.
I had no recollection whatso ever. Could that part be cut for theater re- release in Japan 80s for any reasons? I don’t think so.
how things could hold attention and lasting impression is funny thing. I tend to have very detailed photographic but selective and limited memories - tend to remember something other parties’d want me to forget about, and could hate me for remembering yet more so.
It works to dig out old thread/ post to help new kid here.
I just dug out old thread about Art Center and there was our worried_mom, yet again jumping in to give “nice” advice to SAT 2000 plus AP galore kid assuming s/he is a borderline dropout.
gotta love that mom.
thou she could hate me even more so.</p>
<p>So I emailed the MICA LRC to find out what was up with them. The last they spoke to my daughter was the week before move in when they requested more documentation from her therapist. Funny how that never went any further than MICA girl. MICA LRC says its possible that she stopped in a couple of times and the person she needs to see was busy, but MICA girl was told to arrange a scheduled appointment with the LRC when they talked to her on the 24th – which didn’t happen. This is so typical. So childish. So frustrating. Now I have to figure out what approach I take with her. This coupled with the two meals that I know she ate in 26 days is worrisome. I think I need to find out what the real scoop is with the dining hall from the room mate; so I’m considering emailing roomie’s mom to find out what’s really going on. The trouble is we are supposed to see her on Sunday and I don’t want it to turn into a huge blow up --especially since she thinks I’m tripping the light fantastic in her book with not coming unhinged over the lip piercing etc. Maybe I should stay home and send Dad and sisters. I just don’t see how this will end up with all parties happy… So I need some more arm chair analysis. Please!!</p>
<p>FAMMoM: We never buy treats at the movie theaters either! For a long time we were concerned about gluten contamination in the premade popcorn (but that celiac urban legend has been debunked) and then the cost was always so outrageous that we always told the kids they could have a drink or snack when they got home… or we let them sneak a package of candy into the theater. You are right about the savings! I use that argument when I go to the mall – and point out to DH all the money I am saving him by not buying this or that. Just tonight at dinner, DH was saying we should check into if the dining hall will be able to feed the celiacs on Sunday… but I like your idea a lot better. We would have a pretty good idea of what the time frame is like then. Still, her whole argument that she doesn’t have time just isnt working for me… she has Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays with no classes and she’s telling me she can’t find the time on ONE of those days to go get a decent meal?</p>
<p>Switters: Don’t think MICA will let us out of the meal plan. Fortunately it is only required for the first semester.</p>
<p>Greenwitch: Biking around Baltimore at midnight? Alone? shudder… Hope she’s working somewheres on Bolton Hill. Those surrounding areas are a little iffy in my book. Maybe sign her up for krav maga?</p>