tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.comments2023-09-25T02:17:01.787-07:00Bar MitzvahzillaLinda Pressmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comBlogger2691125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-27022837756926051112016-08-30T10:41:49.013-07:002016-08-30T10:41:49.013-07:00LOL! That's the perfect ending of the story.LOL! That's the perfect ending of the story. Nina Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05498476430955493398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-9937610812620833302016-08-29T04:51:19.396-07:002016-08-29T04:51:19.396-07:00Just went to 6th grade open house at OO Jr High fo...Just went to 6th grade open house at OO Jr High for my grandson. Saw my two sons' class pics on the wall. Say hi to parents, they talk in depth to the others. Been that way all these years raising him. Now add in Skokie's massive diversity.<br />With every word I was right there with you. 40th next year but it really was just moments ago. 6 more opens for the grandson. Unreal. <br />HeleneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-64176547221401064802013-11-30T09:31:20.128-07:002013-11-30T09:31:20.128-07:00You've been awarded the Dragon's Loyalty A...You've been awarded the Dragon's Loyalty Award. I know that not everyone accepts awards. If I’ve linked to you and you don’t want it, please don’t be annoyed with me, just take it as a sign of appreciation for what you do. You do not have to accept this or any other award. It is a compliment, not a curse!<br />BBAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-77065973764212407852013-11-09T16:04:41.473-07:002013-11-09T16:04:41.473-07:00That's true, Nina, he would never open a book!...That's true, Nina, he would never open a book! Me with my free clip art! Yesterday she learned a good lesson, refusing his help on a science project and realizing too late that she needed his input. Now she's stuck with me (more of an English person...)Linda Pressmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-9589297760539146502013-11-07T16:45:08.604-07:002013-11-07T16:45:08.604-07:00Husband sounds sweet and caring! I also appreciate...Husband sounds sweet and caring! I also appreciated the picture of an actual encyclopedia rather than the internet. So retro. ;)Nina Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05498476430955493398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-37973753058245999502013-11-06T23:07:33.607-07:002013-11-06T23:07:33.607-07:00Tonight he was doing it again, though with my son ...Tonight he was doing it again, though with my son and, I have to say, he seemed to want the tutoring, which is all I can call it. He tried to make Husband keep it simple but out came the diagrams!Linda Pressmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-91446111266654637812013-11-06T20:02:36.425-07:002013-11-06T20:02:36.425-07:00This made me think of my mother, a strong women th...This made me think of my mother, a strong women that has been there so many times over throughout my life....when the time came to find a nursing home to help her with her daily needs i stumbled upon a website www.jewbilation.com. I wasn't sure what to make of it at first, but found it to be quite useful in finding the nursing home that i needed as well as Jewish products for the home in their full range marketplace. http://services.jewbilation.com/assisted-living-and-nursing-homes/<br /><br />Their homepage is www.jewbilation.com<br /><br />Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-3088359277348805352013-11-05T15:26:09.068-07:002013-11-05T15:26:09.068-07:00I am nothing like Husband. I tend to answer as st...I am nothing like Husband. I tend to answer as straight forwardly as possible. I would say that sometimes I might give more information than is asked for... but not usually.<br /><br />Stricken. The word you were looking for to describe Daughter: stricken.<br /><br />Thanks for another hilarious post, Linda:)Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14932408372240147454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-59093625934064172492013-09-15T07:05:34.093-07:002013-09-15T07:05:34.093-07:00How interesting that you also were the new kid in ...How interesting that you also were the new kid in 8th grade. YES--what a tough year to begin a new school. This right here broke my heart for a minute: "All over the parking lot I see other kids who were sitting in their cars, all waiting out the bell . . . " At least she's not alone! And all good growing experiences for her and bonding for the two of you. I had always assumed mine would be in our day school through 8th grade. There is no Jewish school here either. But you know what--you never know! And each kid is different. Good luck this year to her and to YOU. Nina Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05498476430955493398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-71993895410116762992013-09-11T23:17:59.737-07:002013-09-11T23:17:59.737-07:00Erin, thank you for your kind words. I guess in a ...Erin, thank you for your kind words. I guess in a way my horrible 8th grade helps me to guarantee that hers won't be horrible! It amazing that kids, when left to their own devices, could be so cruel, yet when educated about bullying and in a school with zero tolerance, will be completely different! Thank you for visiting and your comment!Linda Pressmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-60119925376287274572013-09-11T22:58:08.424-07:002013-09-11T22:58:08.424-07:00She turned 14 the other day and the feeling of dre...She turned 14 the other day and the feeling of dread that hit me realizing that 14 was one of my worst years ever (only matched by the excruciating 15!) But I'm here to give guidance, and watch over her, which should make her 14th year go much better than mine. Reading symptoms like the ones you had are actually important parts of being a mom mindreader!Linda Pressmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-80795096743556174582013-09-11T22:55:34.373-07:002013-09-11T22:55:34.373-07:00Thanks, Anon. Wise words. Unlike when I showed up ...Thanks, Anon. Wise words. Unlike when I showed up and thought I should instantaneously have a thousand friends, she knows that friendships happen one at a time, like you said, in classes, the gym and other places she is. That's how it's happening for her and things are going well.Linda Pressmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-9485780501005222042013-09-11T22:53:47.409-07:002013-09-11T22:53:47.409-07:00Robin, you're so right about Facebook. I also ...Robin, you're so right about Facebook. I also am friends with a lot of high school people (and some of those 8th graders who tormented me) and I've been surprised to find out that some of them were new when I was! Especially at that age we tend to see the world only through our own eyes. Maturity changes that.Linda Pressmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-53534812164231141712013-09-11T11:28:25.413-07:002013-09-11T11:28:25.413-07:00Oh, my heart is heavy. I wish there were some sort...Oh, my heart is heavy. I wish there were some sort of Bat Signal all you Mind Reader Moms could push that would somehow create a new little group for all of your hesitant kids - you know, carve a niche for the nicheless. It sounds, though, like she is doing really well. Hopefully an opening into a morning circle of friends will come soon. In the meantime, good on you for being so perceptive.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-18613209817710953072013-09-08T01:31:39.260-07:002013-09-08T01:31:39.260-07:00Oh wow, yes. I started over in grade eight when my...Oh wow, yes. I started over in grade eight when my family moved across country. New province, new faces, new surroundings...well, new everything. Which was very scary at the time. I fit in only once, for one brief year before being bullied the next year. The worst three years I can ever remember. Glad that those years are long gone now.<br /><br />I can imagine as a mother how hard it must be for you to just watch and pray and hope that her high school years are a joyful one. She'll come through it just fine, knowing that she has a great mum like you to always be there for her. <3 Something a growing kid needs, even if they don't think they do. ^_^Erin Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05709078793614085809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-80346596059907383532013-09-04T14:05:32.522-07:002013-09-04T14:05:32.522-07:00Oh my. I also changed schools in 8th grade after m...Oh my. I also changed schools in 8th grade after my mother got remarried. It was a very, very difficult year. I ended up with insomnia and migraines. I know it must be hard to watch your daughter go through difficult times, but she will come out on the other end, especially when she has the love and support of a good mother. :) Getrealmommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03845080109898768505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-60204077996078055082013-09-03T14:18:09.896-07:002013-09-03T14:18:09.896-07:00Daughter will find her way with like-minded studen...Daughter will find her way with like-minded students...in the gym, library, & clubs important to her interests. We moved spring of 4th grade, from Brooklyn to suburbs, and classmates were found on our street & the adjacent. Worst aspect: not having means to take part in activities so many others did: equipment, transportation, etc. Fast forward to high school: best dressed senior's father was a women's clothing manufacturer, so some competitive aspects of school will always have a measure of unfairness. Daughter will find community in others who feel/felt as she did.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-70106499987086065982013-09-03T10:35:59.218-07:002013-09-03T10:35:59.218-07:00Egads. Middle school. Or Junior High. Is there ...Egads. Middle school. Or Junior High. Is there anything worse????<br /><br />I started over in 6th grade, which was the last year of elementary school. There were 4 junior highs in my town and I went to the one with the richest kids in our town. They were bussed in to mix with lower middle class to middle class kids. Oh... the polarization. I remember it well. <br /><br />Non-inclusion. Full-on bullying. It all thrived at my Junior High. Worst three years of my life.<br /><br />What is ironic funny now is that I am friends with many of these people on FB. A couple of years ago I blogged on there, too, and posted some things about how terrible junior high was. I was shocked at the response. All of these people that I thought were so comfortable didn't feel that way at all. Everyone feels like they don't really belong. I had people sending me emails after crying and drinking full bottles of wine after that posting. People I thought were popular and cool. Turns out no one feels at home in their own skin during these years. ...as evidenced by so many people waiting in cars until the bell. Maybe knowing that will help Daughter feel better.Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14932408372240147454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-86578771556058889352013-09-01T14:52:43.610-07:002013-09-01T14:52:43.610-07:00Ha! Meanwhile, I think hip hop would have totally ...Ha! Meanwhile, I think hip hop would have totally traumatized me (if I had to do that in front of others)! <br /><br />You reminded me of when we had to do a gymnastics "dance" floor routine in front of the whole class to Endless Love. Oh my goodness. I can STILL feel the anxiety! Nina Badzinhttp://ninabadzin.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-47166716968412219812013-08-29T18:59:27.745-07:002013-08-29T18:59:27.745-07:00This is awesome!This is awesome!Rafaelahttp://bestmetaldetectorreviews.us/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-66216470284521812472013-08-22T09:04:55.898-07:002013-08-22T09:04:55.898-07:00Given my limited dancing skills, your daughter'...Given my limited dancing skills, your daughter's version of PE might be worse than my own! ;)<br /><br />The worst I can remember was failing the Presidential Fitness Test because I was so inflexible I couldn't touch my toes - a huge blow to my 7th grade super-competitive self. These days I think of my PE teacher every time I touch my toes at yoga. Ha! Take that, Mr. M!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-76221503856153534192013-08-20T19:39:53.548-07:002013-08-20T19:39:53.548-07:00Helaine, I know! I didn't even get to the team...Helaine, I know! I didn't even get to the team sports part of my rant! So much humiliation to cover! I'd need more room to cover it all - or a therapist's couch!<br />Robin, I agree. I could not to one thing right. It was a small miracle if I could catch a ball.<br />Suzanne, so funny, in a tragic way!Linda Pressmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-68298089836943433992013-08-20T10:50:07.736-07:002013-08-20T10:50:07.736-07:00Linda, yes! So right on! I agree with Helaine and ...Linda, yes! So right on! I agree with Helaine and Robin too. It was always the most painful part of the day... especially for the runt of the group. I never did sports. Way too intimidating!<br />Passion 4 Muralshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11889295559730066776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-76015576666920411372013-08-20T08:59:43.397-07:002013-08-20T08:59:43.397-07:00Everything about PE was traumatic. Definitely the...Everything about PE was traumatic. Definitely the worst hour of the school day...Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14932408372240147454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-13924160564056272872013-08-20T08:51:26.771-07:002013-08-20T08:51:26.771-07:00very, very funny but you left out the part about t...very, very funny but you left out the part about the teacher's pets being the team 'captains' and picking their teams one kid at a time and praying you wouldn't be last and having the team that got stuck with you groaning . . . .Helaine Lieberthalnoreply@blogger.com