Shazam is Leaving

It’s been a decade since last I wrote, and, wow, a lot has happened within that time. People always ask you what your “5-year plan” is, but 5 years go by in the blink of an eye and so do 10, and things you had planned or thought you wanted can change just as quickly.

Shazam in his younger days with his stylish Mardi Gras mask.

Like kids.

They grow up so damn fast. (And yes, that’s a curse word right there because the level of fastness they use while growing up deserves more than a darn.)

And that brings me to Shazam.

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From “Hell No” to “Bring It On”

Homeschool - Bring It OnIf you had asked me a year ago, six-months ago, four-months ago, heck, even two-months ago, if I would ever go back to traditional homeschooling, my answer would have been an emphatic Hell No!  It’s not that I have anything against homeschooling, but I really liked the online charter school we’ve been using for the last three years.  My kids were learning, the teachers were great, the school was genuinely concerned with the kids succeeding, I could have gone on and on.  Well, tomorrow that “Hell No!” will go to “Bring It On!”  We’re going back to traditional homeschooling for two of the three kids and I. Cannot.Wait.

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Quirky Sense of Humor? It’s Genetic.

In the last few weeks we have had some very funny and unusual conversations with our children.  While we are all completely aware that our sense of humor is, well, quirky, it can throw others off quite a bit.  Take for instance, the conversation about the boys’ changing their names.

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It’s Official And Other Stuff.

Angel, T-Bone, and Kita: They were very excited I was pet-sitting.

It’s official.  The doctor confirmed that the meniscus is torn in my right knee.  He suspects the left knee too, but we’re doing one at a time.  Thanks, HMO.  Surgery is set for August 24th, so that should be a blast.  Honestly, I’m looking forward to it.  I’m relieved that it will finally be fixed.  So that I can then fix the other one.

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In Your Face, Dyslexia!

Despite being severely dyslexic, my oldest son had to take the state’s mandated PSSA testing in March and April.  His accommodations per his IEP allow him to have parts of the test read to him, but the state, in all of it’s infinite, ahem, wisdom, decides every year which specific parts are okay to be read aloud.  For example, he can have the question type description read to him, but not the actual question in some sections.  So, he knows that he must “Choose the answer that is the most appropriate”, but he can’t have the question read.  For math.  Because in math he should be penalized because he can’t read on grade level.  That makes…sense.  Or not.

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