Showing posts with label PSA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PSA. Show all posts

Thursday, May 15, 2008

discouraged

Remember, when you were in school, how all the really smart or very privileged or super "popular" kids didn't have any common sense? Isn't it nice for us that they all grew up to become DOCTORS?

Quick PSA: Don't get a debilitating chronic illness unless your life has a pause button.

Husbandguy might get to take Pete to the ballet this weekend. The only one happy about that will be Pete.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Overnight!

Lulu came back from Nana's older. It's weird, but she's a different kid than she was when they left. You don't realize that the growing happens so quickly until you're away from it for a while. Even just for one night...

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

LL Says:


Lulu says: When my grow up, my have vote!

Monday, February 11, 2008

I'm One of the Cool Kids Now! (and you can be too...)

This morning I was part of a meeting with the principal at Pete's school about the difficulties Pete's class is having this year with Normalization. That's the Montessori term for coming together as a Peaceful Classroom Community. It's been rough so far. And to add to her teacher's troubles, the assistant teacher quit late fall and so Pete's teacher has kind of been on her own for a couple of months. She is a highly capable veteran Montessori teacher, but to have a difficult class and then to lose your assistant? Come on! Poor Teacher!

So some of the other cool kids (kids=moms) and I sat down with the principal today to talk about the difficulties and the way it's impacting our children and what the school is doing and, most importantly, how we can help. And it was very productive. I got questions answered that I didn't even know I wanted to ask! And I might have figured out what's contributing to Pete's sleepwalking, which has been almost nightly for the last month or more and which happened at Moomie's on Saturday (sorry we didn't prepare you, Moomie). And I think I've signed up to help out in Pete's classroom during the next few weeks until they finalize the new assistant. I'm a little worried about how I'll do at that, but as one of the cool kids, I feel like I'm supposed to do it. And I want to. And if I just do it, I'll do fine.

See? I wasn't cool before because I was afraid I'd be bad at something and so I never did anything and never had the chance to be part of the cool stuff and have people say thank you to me for things like organizing a meeting with the principal that wasn't even my idea in the first place but was really needed.

You want to be cool with me? Just get involved! It's not actually that hard. And you might be surprised (I was) at how easy it is to do something you can feel good about and that makes other people feel good and then you feel even better because those people thank you. (That's my PSA for the week.)

Monday, September 17, 2007

Don't Buy Tickets from Ticket Brokers!

We need to put ticket brokers out of business so that regular people can get Hannah Montana concert tickets at box office prices. If we don't buy our tickets from those jerks who buy up all the tickets just so they can resell them, then they'll be out all that money and have to go out of business* and won't be able to disappoint little girls. I was online with Ticketmaster at noon on Saturday because that was when tickets were supposed to go on sale, and and there wasn't even a single seat available. A quick web search came up with message boards full of posts from other parents who had the same experience in other cities. Another quick search came up with those missing concert tickets on sites like eBay and other places for 2x to 60x the original price. Sorry Pete, I can't pay $4000 for you to go see a 14 year-old (13 year-old?) in concert. We'll wait for the DVD.

*This is very similar to my plan to get rid of telemarketers...

Emergencies

Someone recently forwarded me an email. It was all about a campaign to get people to have a contact in their cell phones labeled "I.C.E." (In Case of Emergency). Here are my thoughts on that:

1. It is a REALLY good idea to have your emergency contact clearly labeled in your cell phone (and written down in your glove box/purse/wallet/etc.),
2. but if I hadn't read that email, I wouldn't know, when looking through someone's phone for who to contact in an emergency, that "I.C.E." meant "In Case of Emergency" and might pass it by if the person didn't look like their emergency contact would be a rapper.
3. Husbandguy and I have emergency contact information in our phones. We've labeled them "Emergency Contact." Way simpler. Little question who that is, really.

I.C.E. is a good idea if we can be sure that everyone who might be helping out in an emergency has heard of it. For now, though, I'm keeping mine the way it is. And you should be sure you have your emergency contact info available to someone even if you can't give it to them yourself.

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Also, we talked to Pete this weekend about what to do if she is in an emergency at home. PopPop is babysitting for us later in the week. I wanted to be sure Pete knew what to do if something happens and PopPop can't call for help. So I showed her how to call DH on my cell phone even though she doesn't know his number. She apparently already knew how. I made sure she knew our address and that "address" includes street name and house number. Then we talked about how to say "help me" in Spanish in case she had to run to the neighbors' house for help. She already knew that, too (thank you, Diego). And then we talked about what to do if there is a fire. Now she knows it's okay to break her window to get out if there's a fire (she reminded me that it's not okay normally), but only if the fire isn't in her room and after she has closed her door to keep the fire out (and her sister in if possible/necessary). I worry a little that we've given her too much to think and worry about. I think we freaked her out, but she seemed to feel better after I reminded her that her dad and I have lived here for longer than she's been alive and we've never had an emergency and I reminded her that the grown ups would do all the thinking and rescuing as long as they could. Now though, if we can't, she knows what to do.

Monday, May 7, 2007

PSA

I really don't like junk mail or sales calls. Especially since they both invite fraud. I got an offer for a new credit card today, and when I called the number to opt out of prescreening (888-5-optout), they said I could also use the website (www.optoutprescreen.com), which I did just because I think it's easier.

Anyway, there you go. If you despise having your privacy probed as much as I do, now you know how to opt out of those pre-approved AmEx offers and more. Enjoy!

Also, don't forget about the do not call list (www.donotcall.gov)...
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