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<p>I definitely should have realized that you were the mom from the posts, but that’s the point. So much info in such a small space that some things get missed! I was filtering out the information that I already knew from prior posts and obviously set the filter too wide.
A lot of men in my immediate life/geographic area have husbands, so it wouldn’t even have registered. I was just so sure that a “bum” could only be male!</p>
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Are you saying that every girl should be an “Alpha girl”? Scary world…</p>
<p>Z wrote: I was just so sure that a “bum” could only be male!</p>
<p>Ha, well, live and learn! If it helps any to make you feel the mistake wasn’t so bad, back when I actually was a part of the rat race, my boss told me, “You think like a male.” So maybe I am part male in the brain (or work ethic?). I always scored WAY higher in math than verbal on every test ever taken, which is more typical of a male mind, too.</p>
<p>LazyBum - I assumed from your name that you were a male too - I don’t know any “lazybum” females. I have found that a lot of posters think I’m male too. I think it’s related to channel surfing and my refusing to ask for directions.</p>
<p>To twist this even further, did any of you see the news article yesterday about the Olympic athletes who failed the gender tests?</p>
<p>cartera, if you consider “knowing” someone from online, you know a lazybum female now. It’s actually a bit embarrassing how well my husband treats me - he wanted me to stay home rather than have the hassles of a job, he does the cooking (made an excellent stir-fry last night using left-overs from our raclette dinner a few nights ago, and it’s exactly due to his being a creative cook that he took over the cooking years back - I am anything but creative when it comes to cooking), he mows the lawn, he does a lot of the grocery shopping (due to his liking to pick his own stuff out at the store), he pays the bills, he gets the gas in both cars (as he takes after his father in wanting to record the number of gallons put in and the odometer reading at every fill-up and I find that a waste of time, but agreed to do it for him if he really insisted, and he just said, “I’ll fill up both cars - just let me know when yours needs gas”), takes out the recycling and regular garbage (each has a different day of pick up), and so on. Pretty much all I do is the social organizing and restaurant reservations (and we go out most every night, so that is a bit of a task, but fun, and we do eat out most nights, so it’s not like my husband is over a hot stove every night), laundry, dishes (he cooks, I clean - that sort of seems a fair deal there as I used to do both), getting oil in both cars at Jiffy Lube, handling other little chores more easily done during the day when he’s at work, set the table for company (I do a decent job - differently folded napkins for different guests, sometimes as many as four glasses per guest where each has their own pattern, candles or flowers, etc.), plan the big parties (we usually only have one or two a year, so again, not a big deal), and then the big one - dress in clothes most women my age would never be seen in public wearing (think Frederick’s of Hollywood) as he loves me in such stuff (I don’t have the figure for it, truly, but he things I do, as oddly do some friends, who recently complained that I wasn’t wearing my sexy tops enough anymore and they wondered if something was wrong!). Oh, and before any assumes I am a blond, I’m not that either.</p>
<p>And I don’t ask for directions as I use a map or more recently, the GPS in the iPhone my prince of a husband gave me.</p>
<p>Z, you’ve got to be joking, right? Do you have a link to the story? Did it come from the Onion or something?</p>
<p>And wow, this thread was taken from math whiz to not whizzing with the equipment stated to exist…the thread should now be moved to the Parent Cafe, I think.</p>
<p>Wow LazyBum - your life would make a great reality television series.</p>
<p>“Analyzing every jot and tittle of a document in order to better calumniate a child is a sure sign of a weak mind and a poor moral character.”</p>
<p>That from the most recent edit of the website. Somehow, the author neglected to mention the publishing of all these jots and tittles… and of course no one is calumniating the child, but I guess that fact slipped by Mr. PhD.</p>
<p>LazyBum, the article was in the Guardian. I’ll hunt it down for you.</p>
<p>Re “jot and tittle”–it’s YOU we’re criticizing, Mr. LaDue, not your child. Own it.</p>
<p>I notice that you have removed that revoltingly coy passage about guessing what the kid got on his AP exam.</p>
<p>Funny thing is, this forum got over mr. Ladue and his website a lot of postings ago, yet he continues to do this. I think he likes the attention to himself. PS…what is a jot and tittle?</p>
<p>jot - smallest bit</p>
<p>tittle - tiniest bit (can also be a small mark, as the dot on an i)</p>
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<p>Mr. Ladue is not the only one who can’t seem to stop…</p>
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<p>lol! So true!</p>
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<p>I was told earlier today when I mentioned to a friend how this football player in high school told me he had been diagnosed with leukemia and was told he only had three weeks to live (“and oh, by the way, my parents are going to be out of town next week, so could you come over and keep me company”) that I should write a book with my life stories. You could be right - it probably is the making of a reality show, but then nobody would really believe it was reality as so much of my life is on the bizarre/surreal side.</p>
<p>Hey, for anyone who’s paying attention, the senior LaDue put a reference to an old article about himself on the son’s website.</p>
<p>I just looked at this thread for the first time, and can’t resist commenting on this:</p>
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<p>Hey – I graduated from that school (it’s Hunter College Elementary School, by the way, not “Hunter College”! Which is an entirely different kettle of fish). I still remember, actually, being in nursery school, when I was three, and overhearing the teacher, Miss C----, telling my mother that every single child in the class had an IQ well over 150. Not that I had any idea what an IQ was at that age! But, more importantly: are you telling me I’m not a superstar? I’m deeply offended.</p>
<p>Of course, in my humble opinion, my son is, and always has been, extraordinarily gifted. More than I ever was. But it seems that being gifted in areas having nothing to do with math, music, or computers doesn’t count for most people. A very odd bias, I think, and one with little relevance to what’s considered “brilliance” in adults, except in very narrow fields.</p>
<p>Donna</p>
<p>“The best study of achievements of precocious children involves the tracking of graduates of Hunter College in New York, which admits only children with an IQ of 155 of greater. None of the students ended up as superstars as adults, even though all them qualified as child prodigies.”</p>
<p>Not only were they not graduates of Hunter College, but they were not all qualified as “child prodigies” either as IQ alone does not a child prodigy make. Indeed, I am not sure if <em>any</em> of those students were displayng adult level skills/talents as young children in order to have a “child prodigy” qualification.</p>
<p>Well. Although I can only speak for the graduating 6th-grade class of 1966, yes, you are correct, neither I, nor any classmates I had during my 8 years at that school (so far as I recall) displayed adult level skills/talents in music, math (or any other easily measurable/demonstrable area) that would have “qualified” any of us as “child prodigies.”</p>
<p>Do I find that fact to be significant, or, in fact, meaningful in any way? No.</p>
<p>Let me know when a six-year old writes the Great American Novel. Now, that would impress me!</p>