A month ago I got a call from the new Extended School Year (ESY – summer program, see last post) coordinator. Actually, he is just the teacher, but he gets a fancy title I guess. Or just made it up. During the call he tells me that the program runs six weeks, five days a
“Extended School Year” … ESY … basically summer school for kids when mandated in the IEP. Pearlsky’s starts Monday. Here is the email I sent today to the Assistant Superintendent for Student Services: I know you have seen the emails about the ESY start time. It is actually a worse situation than outlined, but this
Gap / Old Navy / Banana Republic is (are?) having a 30% off and free shipping sale today. What are the odds that any of the hundreds of dollars of new wardrobe I just bought Pearlsky will fit? Or match?
There are two times when my advice is “Run away, run, run fast, go, go, go!!!!” One is when you are a Canadian blogger with an over controlling, abusive, psycho, manipulating soon to be ex-husband and the second time I give that advice is when you realize that your kid is really messed up and
I am sitting at dinner and there is this couple there. I know the woman a bit; nice, intelligent woman, but rather high maintenance and insecure. She is there with her boyfriend of a month, the first since her divorce. The guy’s an ass. He is pompous, self-serving, and worse … he relates a story about last
So, no comments on the new look of the blog? Ok, then, how about comments on this? Not sure how I feel about it, but it is powerful.
I have to say that I don’t understand “mean.” As a kid I was teased a bit (and no, I ain’t sharing why), bullied a bit (not as bad as others), and came all to close to being abused by a neighbor (stopped at the last minute by his mom, actually, and I was too
Just a normal evening. Pearlsky was in her play area just hanging out and her geek dad was actually working on the new look for his blog (very early preview here). About seven-thirty I started feeling a bit queasy, and by eight o’clock I was in full fledged “hugging the porcelain throne” mode. I was retching pretty hard, and