You people are sooooooooooo slacking. I WILL talk about the boy more, see if I won't! Ask Debet and Cassie, this can go on and on and on...

He has ten siblings. Some half, some adopted, some he grew up with, some not...

This is my favorite therapist song:

Joni Mitchell's Twisted:

My analyst told me
That I was right out of my head
The way he described it
He said I'd be better dead than live
I didn't listen to his jive
I knew all along
That he was all wrong
And I knew that he thought
I was crazy but I'm not
Oh no

My analyst told me
That I was right out of my head
He said I'd need treatment
But I'm not that easily led
He said I was the type
That was most inclined
When out of his sight
To be out of my mind
And he thought I was nuts
No more ifs or ands or buts

They say as a child
I appeared a little bit wild
With all my crazy ideas
But I knew what was happening
I knew I was a genius...
What's so strange when you know
That you're a wizard at three
I knew that this was meant to be

Now I heard little children
Were supposed to sleep tight
That's why I got into the vodka one night
My parents got frantic
Didn't know what to do
But I saw some crazy scenes
Before I came to
Now do you think I was crazy
I may have been only three
But I was swinging

They all laugh at angry young men
They all laugh at Edison
And also at Einstein
So why should I feel sorry
If they just couldn't understand
The idiomatic logic
That went on in my head
I had a brain
It was insane
Oh they used to laugh at me
When I refused to ride
On all those double-decker buses
All because there was no driver on the top

My analyst told me
That I was right out of my head
But I said dear doctor
I think that it's you instead
Because I have got a thing
That's unique and new
To prove it I'll have
The last laugh on you
'Cause instead of one head
I got two
And you know two heads are better than one Edit to prove I can edit.

Trudy, the most important question, though, is -- does Nice Boy like carrots?

Guys, for a little pespective on how you all don't suck as parents? I'm FINALLY able to snatch a little time on the net today (HI!!!). This week, a students was killed in a drive by Sunday night, two girls cousins students ran away from their uber-strict parents and are still missing, and another student was missing Sunday night (is back and ok). And on Wednesday, one of my favorite students stayed home with her baby AND the baby of another 16 year old girl whose baby daddy kidnapped her the night before and was on the way over to the house the next day so I had to call the police from school to go over, and now this boys has threatened both girls.

And I have been sick.

This week has SUCKED. And you know what? You guys aren't bad parents, so don't beat yourselves up too bad.

Trudy, the most important question, though, is -- does Nice Boy like carrots?

Nice Boy works in the same neighborhood that I do and we're going to go to the green market together if he can actually take lunch on a Wednesday and THEN WE'LL KNOW!!!!!! squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

{{{{{Erin}}}}}

t snuggles Erin

Joni Mitchell's Twisted:

Love that song. Love the Better Midler version of it, too.

Good gods, Erin. That's a week, all right.

{{{{Erin}}}}

Jesus, Erin. That's seriously fucked up. How are YOU doing?