Check out the Oct 2013 ruling, which I believe is the result of an appeal of the 2012 ruling that E! has: http://harris-ginsberg.com/wp-content/upl…

Be Team Dad. Read the court docs, they’re illuminating: she tried to blackmail him into giving up custody of the kids by filing a false report to get his visa revoked, then DID file that false report, his visa got revoked, she wouldn’t put his name on their daughter’s birth certificate, she badmouthed him in front of…

Kelly Rutherford is kidnapping her kids. That’s what’s happening. You know, like she’s been threatening to do for at least six months. From the very start she’s tried to cut the kids’ father out of their lives, the court found that she was trying to alienate the kids, she got his visa revoked, she tried to file for…

The shell game is not in place yet. It’s a long-range plan that will require lots of infrastructure work, but will also hopefully never again result in a juniorish member of the team being tracked down on vacation to conduct an urgent, vicious international call with multiple angry stakeholders from behind a Waffle…

I think there’s potential if it’s seen as a blend of UK-style maternity leave and a sort of volunteer on-call emergency project... thing. Like, I could see being home for the year but volunteering to staff back up for some of the big crunch seasons. The problem would be dropping in and out again. There are also a lot…

I am in a similarish boat. I don’t really have an allotment of vacation days anymore, but I also am expected to be available pretty much all the time. It’s curious. I think I like it, but then again I don’t have kids.

Yeah, for it to be folie a deux I think David needed to share Hope’s paranoia.

Definitely better than tents on the ground, but like I said, there is the risk of forgetting that the wall is canvas, leaning against it, and the next thing you know you’re whacking into the dirt while also scraping yourself against the edge of the platform. I think there were technically ties you could use at the…

This, basically: http://houseofestrogen.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54ef9c…

It’s a great blend - she didn’t make things awkward for me by being aggressive or mean to people who were awful to me, but she made sure I knew that those people were wrong and bad and normal humans should be ashamed to act like them.

We were in those platform tents - wood flooring that’s raised up enough that you need to climb a couple step to get in, and then canvas tent above. So the floor was wood.

That is ATROCIOUS. I am sorry wrath and hellfire did not rightly rain down on said friend the next time she rolled into church.

Trust me, those parents are paying for it now. Turns out letting your child be a bratty, cruel, vindictive little narcissist does not bode well for adulthood.

I was a camp counselor put in charge of one of the special needs kids. He had many allergies, one of which was latex, and I was commanded to never let latex enter camp, never mind touch him. I figure I can keep him away from swim caps, rubber gloves and condoms, so fine.

Jason was 12, I was 11, and our families had rental cottages across from each other in a beach town. We’d been hanging out for years with our younger siblings in tow, but Jason and I spent most of our time glued at the hip. I loved him, in that weirdly fierce and confused mostly-platonic 11 year old way.

I think she was embarrassed that I’d witnessed what a baby she was at camp. I hadn’t cared at the time, and had tried to help her out as much as possible, but I think that made it worse - she just stewed about it and got humiliated and decided to make me feel as horrible as she had. Even with my mom’s intervention it…

I also noted and loved it! Pretty!

...HONEY?!

I have different rules for those on the phone in the hand-washing area and those on the phone inside the cubicle. The first one is okay if it is a short conversation, if you are crying, if the phone rings while you’re already there, or if it’s a topic that’s sensitive and you’re pretty clearly using the hand-washing…

First sleep-away girl scout camp, a week long, and I went with a friend from school; we were one state away from home while our families stayed at a vacation cabin, so we only knew each other. It was in the woods but not insane, with lots of activities and swimming and crafts and horses, the whole deal. I loved it, my…