I used to think I was open-minded. Then I had teenagers. And they were... let's just say their tastes veered into the eccentric. My kids, my first two, simply would not play by the rules. And by rules I meant wearing dresses and liking it, using utensils at formal dinners, begging to sing in the …
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July… Don’t Want to Forget
July was NaNoWriMo month for me. I set a goal of 30K words, figuring a thousand a day would stretch me. Boy, did it ever. I consider writing a fun, yet precise and artful enterprise, but in NaNoWriMo the point is to get your story out as fast as possible. In the writing world this …
My Son: Into The Lion Habitat
Though most homeschool moms won't admit it, we have an unspoken code, a knowing nod, a fierce pride, and some definite do's and don'ts in the secret-circle. Homeschool moms share a marinesque kinship, forged through days of homeschool bootcamp, homeschool bleedout, homeschool hell-on-earth, homeschool soul-ripping, faith-stabbing, self-questioning, sanity-questioning homeschool days where we despaired of getting …
Hollow. Ween. A Zombie Tradition I Wish Would Just Die Already
More disgusting and mutilated than any front yard ornament or trick-or-treat costume I'll see this year is the philosophy behind this "cultural tradition" we call Halloween. Yes, some of you will hate me when I'm done. An impressionable sapling of a boy was riding in the car with his mom one day when he made …
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National Dictionary Day
I say this in love: Noah Webster was a total geek. He knew 26 languages. Not letters. Languages. Don’t you find it odd that he knew exactly the same number of languages as letters in the English alphabet? I wonder if it was a personal goal of his to know that many languages. When did …
Car Wars: Driving Through the Dark Side
Rated R for Rant. 7:05. Wake up and drive Katae to Berea Courthouse for her internship. Well, she drives there. I drink my joe. 8:30. Get home. Have 2nd cup of coffee and read Bible, eat breakfast, read emails, yell at kids. 10:00-11:00. Take boys to the orthodontist where we try to get school done. …
The Lesson Losing Teaches
Actually there are several lessons taught by the strict and Spartan teacher, Losing. Our soccer game yesterday inspired this post, but I'm hoping that it will get us through this rebuilding season, ie, losing season. I try to be a cup-half-full thinker. Losing teaches: 1. I am a work in progress. No one is finished …
Homeschool: A Weapon of Crass Destruction
First difference between summer and school: Summer. Kids: "We're bored. Amuse us. Divert us. Spend money on us." Me: Can't you go play Legos or find something to do for just a little while?" School. Me: "Kids? Where are you? It's time for school... Kids?" chirp... chirp... So school has begun, and I can't …
The Dangers of a Life Without Cable TV
I hope they didn't throw any poo today. My friend's email ended with those words. No jk. No lol. I'm dead serious. This highlights the reality of our existences raising boys. I came home from a lovely walk with my husband to find my boys and her boys (all between the ages of 8 & 12) …
Good Morning
Upon waking, I sip my coffee either upstairs or downstairs, depending on which living space is less messy. Today was a toss up. These are my slippered feet and my PJ's; that is my cat, and this is what my view usually does NOT look like in the morning. Warning: this may sound like …
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