Just indulge me for a minute today, would you? Thanks much. Without going into many specifics, “we” have had some big-time issues with middle school teachers over the past few years. The younger boy is finally getting outta there this Friday, so I feel totally fine with blogging about this particular issue. He has this Language Arts teacher, who is I’m sure a very lovely woman at home. We started noticing, earlier in the year, that he was getting F’s on “classwork” that was worth 5 points. It was not uncommon for him to get 2’s or 3’s on this. I asked him what was up with that and he…
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Ohhhh…I Thought I Was Posting in the SUBurban Dictionary.
Not to beat a dead horse, but wasn’t it exciting yesterday when Tom, Momo, and Weaselmomma and I totally blunked Nukedad AND I got the word “blunked” into the Urban Dictionary? Totally a banner day. Except for one of the 5,000 phone conversations I had with Weaselmomma, when she started laughing uncontrollably. (That’s actually not unusual for her: she laughs A LOT. Surprised? I didn’t think so.) I said, “What’s so funny?” She said, “Well, you know…the Urban Dictionary is full of street language and such, and here’s a middle-aged Jewish woman getting a word in there.” I said, “I AM NOT middle-aged!!!!!” (Jewish? yes.) And then I thought for…
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When A College’s Best Face Takes The Day Off
As you know, we have started the college search for the older boy. As we begin this journey, we’re trying to get a feel for what he wants in a school: size, location, programming, community, etc. Here’s what we’ve done so far: 1. Visited a small, private college (student population: 2,400) 2. Visited a large, public university (student population: 26,000) 3. Attended a College Fair, where we collected information for more than twenty-five schools that offer both majors the boy is interested in pursuing 4. Sent off for additional information from a few schools 5. Visited the local community college Number five? We did that just last week. The community…
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What’s Next, Bungee Jumping?
A couple of days ago, just READING about something had me in a mini panic attack. Your honor, Exhibit A: The I’ll never, as long as I live, call it the Willis Tower, ever, ever, ever Sears Tower has already begun some, renovations, shall we say, that will be completed in June. They are taking out four windows on the 103rd floor in order to install glass-bottomed skydecks, so certifiably insane adventurous people (and, obviously, non acrophobes) can feel like they’re “walking on air” over the city. The attraction will be called The Ledge. A ledge is what folks normally talk others OFF OF, so I find myself wondering if…
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Paradise By the Dashboard Light…
…but not tonight. See this picture? That’s a Shamrock Shake from McDonalds. Was that photo taken this evening? NO. It was taken a couple of weeks ago, when we treated ourselves to the newly available (for this year) Shamrock Shakes. I love those things. No, you don’t understand. I LOVE THEM. Not like some women love their fences, mind you, but I definitely have a weakness for Shamrock Shakes. I like them so much that, where most normal people will nurse a shake for oh, I don’t know, thirty or more minutes?–I risk serious stomach issues because of my borderline lactose intolerance, sucking that shake down in record time. Like,…