I'm a homeschooling mom of 2 great kids. I've been married to my wonderful husband since 1997. I love to crochet, knit, and digi scrap. So, you never know what I might post about!
Saturday, October 12, 2002
So, check it out...I'm a BlogSnob now. You can find their ad down there below my BlogHop rater. How cool am I now? Lol Anyway, some blogging material... B's computer is finally totally freaking out on him. When he got up this morning, it was just turning itself on and off over and over. He turned it off, and when I got up, he told me (on AIM from work) to turn it on. I did, and it just kept pulsing on and off over and over. Pretty freaky. It's been doing the spontaneous reboot thing for the past week or so, so we went to Fry's and got a new power supply. Apparently it's a bad one, 'cause it was still rebooting itself. So, we'll exchange it and see if a different one will fix it. B's the computer guy, so I figure he knows, or at least can figure out, what's wrong with it. Well, naptime's just about over and we've got a phonics lesson to do in a little while. Maybe I'll write more later...
2:01 PM
"There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write."
-William Makepeace Thackeray
I agree with that. When I start writing and really get on a roll, the random thoughts that come out on paper often aren't things I thought I knew. I learn a lot from my own writing. Things I didn't know about myself. Things I'd forgotten about myself. Things I need to learn more about within myself. Searching for clues underneath it all. If only I could think of something to say more often... I'm not on a roll tonight. Too many flighty thoughts running through my head, most of them not making sense.
"Having been unpopular in high school is not just cause for book publications."
-Fran Lebowitz
"I gave up on new poetry myself thirty years ago, when most of it began to read like coded messages passing between lonely aliens on a hostile world."
-Russell Baker
I also agree with these. Don't get me wrong...angst can be good, and I sometimes enjoy reading books by people who were unpopular in high school. But I don't like modern poetry. Maya Angelou is probably the only current poet I like. I like the old stuff. The stuff I studied in high school and college. Shakespeare, Dickenson, Colleridge, Keats, Chaucer, Poe, Bradford... Now they knew how to turn a phrase. Not that I have much room to talk. I can barely write an interesting blog. Ok, time for Random NT Passage of the Moment: 2 Corrinthians 9:25 "And every man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things. Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown; but we an incorruptible." Don't ask me why I do that. It's just something I thought might be a good idea.
1:22 AM
Friday, October 11, 2002
Ok, I got the counter and comments up last night. Now I just need some visitors. Come on, people! Read my blog and tell me what you think!
4:13 PM
Well, I didn't do much of anything today. Thursday is math day, but B teaches that. They're working on adding now, which H already knows how to do. This afternoon we did a listening lesson, which she did fair on, and then handwriting. We're on the letter "u" and I could see improvement from the beginning of the lesson to the end. Hopefully she'll get even better at it tomorrow... There was a lot of EQ playing done around here today. B told me to log on first thing in the morning. So, we spent an hour or so working on his bind wound skill instead of waking up the way he knows I like to wake up, which is reading my email and egroups, entering sweepstakes, etc. So, I spent part of the afternoon doing the above instead of getting it all done in the morning. But that's alright I guess. The checkbook balanced on the first try, so it's a good day. Time for Random NT Passage of the Moment: Matthew 27: 9-10 "Then was fulfilled that which was spoken by Jeremy the prophet, saying, And they took the thirty pieces of silver, the price of him that was valued, whom they of the children of Israel did value; and gave them for the potter's field, as the Lord appointed me." Ok, well, I'm off to find a counter and possibly some comments. Laters....
1:23 AM
Thursday, October 10, 2002
So, B is still playing EQ, even though he said an hour ago that he was going to bed. Random NT passage of the moment: Colossians 1:19-20 "For it pleased the Father that in him should all fulness dwell; And having made peace through the blood of his cross, by him to reconcile all things unto himself; by him, I say whether they be things in earth, or things in heaven."
12:58 AM
Wednesday, October 09, 2002
So, yeah, sometimes I wish I was something cool like a painter or sketcher, sculptor, musician, singer, writer, poet, dancer. Unfortunately, I am not creative at all. I read the directions and make crafts exactly like I'm "supposed" to. I expect my daughter to be the same way, even though she's only 4. It has caused arguments. I finally realized that these craft projects aren't going to become heirlooms, or even stay around for more than a month before she tears them up and they go in the trash anyway, so I really can just let her do what she wants to with them. And I can clean her up afterward. It's not a tragedy if she gets some glue or paint on herself. I've realized this, but I have yet to let her loose with the art supplies. The last time I let her fingerpaint (something she's done 3 times in her life), she spent the first 10 minutes only using her fingertips. I saw her doing that and would have laughed if I hadn't known that I had had a major role in creating that behavior. I told her that she could use her whole hand and she did so tentatively at first. When she finally go into it, she had a great time. The funny thing about this scenerio is that she never seems to listen to me. I have to tell her 5-10 times to do anything...or, more likely, to NOT do anything. There is something I've noticed about her coloring habits, and I don't know if it's because of her age or something else, but she doesn't like coloring a predrawn picture, like one out of a coloring book. If I give her one, she'll put a few marks on the page, maybe even attempt to color it if she doesn't get distracted, but will lose interest quickly. If I give her a blank piece of paper, though, and some crayons, she'll just color away. She has a MagnaDoodle that she loves to draw pictures of her family on...real family members and pretend ones. She has an imaginary baby brother named Kif, and an imaginary twin sister named Kiffer. Oh, and a stepsister whose name constantly changes. She REALLY wants a baby brother named Bobby, though. One day, she came up to me as I was watching TV and grabbed the front of my shirt and said, "If you don't name my baby brother Bobby, I'm gonna kick you out of the house!" She was very upset and started crying halfway through. I think she knew that she's not supposed to tell her parents that she'll kick them out of the house, because for the next few days she was still very upset and crying about what would happen after she kicked us out. We reassured her that it was impossible for her to kick us out, because we could never leave her. She finally became satisfied with that and hasn't mentioned it since. The problem with naming her brother (with whom I'm not even pregnant yet) Bobby is that not only do I not love the name (it's a nice name, don't get me wrong, I just don't LOVE it), but there are so many Roberts in my family already. And they're all on my father's side (more on him at a later date, I'm sure). There was my grandmother's father, and my grandmother's brother (my great-uncle Bobby), my grandmother's son (my Uncle Bobby who died in a motorcycle wreck when I was 4), and my grandmother's grandson (my cousin, of course). I love my grandmother, and my greatuncle, though I've only met him a couple of times, and my uncle, who I don't actually remember, and my cousin, who I don't see often, but I think that 4 Roberts is enough for one family. I told her that she could call him Bobby if she wants to, even if that isn't his actual name.
6:03 PM
Naturally, that one worked, without the Page Not Found error. How annoying. Well, let's see, what did I say in that lost entry? After our late night, H woke up at about 8:30 this morning. That's about 1/2 an hour earlier than normal, and about an hour and a half earlier than I was ready to wake up. She came into my room and told me she didn't sleep well. All I could think was, "And I'm not either, anymore." We go to a cooperative preschool kinda thing on Mondays, so while I was making her pb&j breakfast, she asked when we're going to co-op...today's Wednesday. I guess she had fun on Mon. She read "have" today with a little more help than I normally give her. But that's a pretty tough word, really. It doesn't follow any rules.
Today is B's Friday. He works 10-hour days Sun-Wed, so his days off are Thurs-Sat. It's really nice when we have to run errands during business hours. Not so nice when we visit our parents. His parents are both retired, but mine still work. So, we stay with his and hardly see mine. My step-mother thinks we're strange...and probably other people do, too. We go everywhere together as a family. We go grocery shopping in the evenings or on weekends and we all go. We also go to Wal-Mart, the computer store, and everywhere else together. Sure, sometimes he'll pick up something on his way home, or one of us will run out for milk, or to return rented movies and the rest of us will stay home, but that's rare that we do that. Our local homeschool group went to a farm this past Friday and we all went. Then we all saw Jonah in the movie theater together. We loved it! Well, it's nap/soap time and that's all the nonsense I can think of for now anyway, so maybe more later....
11:59 AM
Ok, so what's up with my blog? I just typed an entry and now it's no where to be found. when I click Post or Post & Publish, I get a Page Not Found. Everytime before, that was ok, 'cause when I come back in, it tells me that it found some text that wasn't published, and if I want it published to just click the button again. It doesn't seem to have saved it for me this time. Grr...
11:47 AM
Wow, nighttime potty accident. That hardly ever happens. Since H was potty trained at 3, she's not had many accidents at all. Poor baby, she gets so upset when she wets the bed. Her pj bottoms were totally soaked, down to the ankle. While I was changing the sheets, she told me she just wanted to go back to bed, 'cause she was so sleepy. And those were her new big-girl sheets, too. I'm glad she didn't throw a fit when I had to take them off her bed. But I told her that I'd wash them and we could put them back on tomorrow. So, I'll be up a little while longer 'till I can put the sheets and pjs into the dryer. So, yeah, I'm a homeschool teacher and so every night, I write a word on my small chalkboard, then put the board in the living room for H to read when she gets up in the morning. It's getting harder and harder to think of words that aren't too easy or too hard for her. Before I was a mom I had a huge vocabulary, but I think one too many rounds of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star did me in. B suggested "hasp" a couple of days ago and I actually had to think for a minute what a hasp was. Duh. We went over consonant blends in our phonics lesson today (sh, ch, wh) and she didn't have many problems at all, so I can use words with those letters in them without worry now. We also went over the conjugation of "be" including "were" and "have" so I think I'll use those as the words for the next couple of days. My family and my in-laws all live 200 miles away, and since we don't get a chance to visit much, I keep thinking that maybe I should give them this web address so they can at least read what's going on in our lives. Then I think that I'll probably want to talk about them here someday, and I would feel...not free to express myself if I knew they were here reading everything I have to say. Well, it sounds like that laundry is finished washing. I think that means it's time for me to put them in the dryer and go to bed. Night, y'all.
1:32 AM
Tuesday, October 08, 2002
Wow, my very own blog! And now you people are going to read about my boring life... Well, don't say I didn't warn you! I have no idea what kinds of things I may talk about here. Probably my family, as I am a wife and a mother. My husband, B, and I have known each other since high school. He wanted me to date him, but I thought he wasn't my type, and besides, I had a boyfriend. Luckily we met up again after college and I decided to finally give him his chance. We have one daughter, H, who I homeschool. I would pretend that our schooling will get in the way of me blogging, but the truth is that she's only 4, so school doesn't take up that much time. Besides, I doubt I'll make daily entries because I've just never been a faithful journalist. So, don't be surprised if I don't write much, or if what I write is boring. I'm "just" a full-time mom, so please forgive me. Actually, much of what I write just might be about her progress and how I'm dealing with being her teacher. I probably won't talk about many controvertial isues, though I'm not afraid to stand up for my beliefs. But I'm not easily offended. I'm too laid back for that. You don't believe what I believe? That's fine. I don't have a problem with that as long as you don't try to force your beliefs on me. And I try not to force my beliefs on others. Well, I guess that's good enough for an intro. You can find out more about me as we go along.
6:01 PM
