(I will say I really don't like the term "white trash," I think it's the only derogatory term for whites that's even in the same universe as the n word and it's directed pretty much exclusively at poor people. And calling people trash just seems wrong. They're still God's creatures. It's hard, though, when confronted with that level of bigotry. YMMV.)

I see your point. Personally, it's my go-to word for people of low class - no manners, no idea how to function in polite society - but not necessarily low socioeconomic status. I'll have to re-think my use of that term.

The African-American mom kept her cool and seemed unfazed. She was more upset that the school didn't notify her of the first incident. Our principal made the call to not notify parents the first time in the hopes that the sitch had been nipped in the bud and wouldn't continue to be an issue.

This has been my first go-round with being on the front lines of navigating issues with parents. 'Tis interesting.

Date~ma, o-a!

Parents are so very often blind to their kid's true nature. I don't know how diplomatic I could be dealing with clueless parents.

The kids were self sufficient because of many reasons, including their own natures. I had a lot of guilt associated with being a working parent after being raised by a stay at home mom, but none of it was related to teaching them to take care of themselves. More the guilt of not having the hours in the day for all the scouts and zoo trips and picnics in the back yard and all the hands on I thought I should have done. At this point I doubt either kid would accuse me of neglect, but they would both say I work too much.

Also loving Viewmaster idea.

This round of pain + panic attack can DIAF any time now. I'm going to go lie on a heating pad.

but none of it was related to teaching them to take care of themselves.

I get totally that she used the word neglect to be humorous but I think kids being able to make their own food when provided with well-stocked pantries and refrigerators and doing their own laundry in the washer and dryer in your home that has both electricity and supplies provided isn't neglect so much as learning life skills.

This round of pain + panic attack can DIAF any time now. I'm going to go lie on a heating pad.

Mine is pain and anger/anxiety. Yeah, they really can go DIAF.

DIAF? Die in a fire?

DIAF? Die in a fire?

I hope so.

Sometimes I get confused and am never entirely certain I translated or used a phrase or acronym correctly. And then I feel old.

To add to my ever-growing list of absurd injuries: just dislocated my elbow by changing the SD card in my cell phone.

Ow!

Wonder if one can get them to make 3D viewmaster slides?

For those who don't have my Facebook feed, I've gotten into the habit of making silly macros occasionally.

Here is my latest.

[link]