...my Father taught me.
I just finished reading this book by Lisa Welchel. Incase you don't know who that is, she is the actress that played Blair on the facts of life, which I loved when I was kid.
She is a very witty author and I enjoyed her book tremendously. She has another book called Creative Correction. I have read parts of that one. It is good too.
She has a list of books she has written dedicated to mothering, children, or homeschooling.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
How David and I met the first time:
I went to our school's homecoming football game in October. I had spent the day at a friends house who decided to "fix me up a little" so I was wearing borrowed clothes and had a new hair-do and make up. As God would have it, the shirt I had borrowed was sleeveless and a coldfront blew in while we were at the game.
Picture me shivering and freezing, trying to press against the side of the concession stand to block some of the north wind and still maintain my "cool" cause I had a new hair-do.
That's when David came up to me and told me that a group of guys were getting a football game together behind the bleachers and he really wanted to play but he had a brand new jacket on and his mother would kill him if it got torn up while playing football. He asked me if I would be kind enough to hold his jacket for him so he could go play football.
Of course, years later, he told me that he never really wanted to play football that night, he just wanted to offer me his jacket.
What a sweetie, huh?
Picture me shivering and freezing, trying to press against the side of the concession stand to block some of the north wind and still maintain my "cool" cause I had a new hair-do.
That's when David came up to me and told me that a group of guys were getting a football game together behind the bleachers and he really wanted to play but he had a brand new jacket on and his mother would kill him if it got torn up while playing football. He asked me if I would be kind enough to hold his jacket for him so he could go play football.
Of course, years later, he told me that he never really wanted to play football that night, he just wanted to offer me his jacket.
What a sweetie, huh?
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
First Kiss
It was exactly 19 years ago today that David and I kissed for the first time. We were dating for 3 months by that time. We were odd compared to others around us. Our relationship has always been different than anyone I know. He was my very best friend long before we became a couple. We were both "outsiders". We didn't fit in the normal crowd, so by natural selection (devine intervention) we had a tendacey to hang out together.
We talked. That is what we did. At church we talked. At get togethers we talked. At hayrides we talked. For six months, every opprotunity we had, we talked. That was a big deal for me. I didn't talk to anyone. I was private. I never let anyone in.....until David. That was sheerly by accident. Thank God for accidents... or really devine appointments.
The kiss. It was inevetable. Partly because I initiated it and he wasn't going to turn me down. We were in the cave at sixflags over Texas. I was sitting in front of him leaned back against his chest. He had his cheek against mine. We road that ride 7 times that day. The cave smelled like mildew. For years afterwards, everytime I smelled mildew, my heart would skip a beat with excitement.
Most importantly he is still my best friend. I just enjoy being with him so much.
I forgot until this evening that this was our kiss anniversary. He was working out of town today and not supposed to come back for a few days. He surprised me and came home tonight. He is such a hopeless romantic. or just hopeless ;-)
First Kiss revisited:
I have been pondering the subject of this blog entry since I posted it. I wanted to elaborated on the nature of our relationship.
The day of our first kiss, I have to tell you that I felt safer with David than I have ever felt in my life anywhere, at anytime. God knew exactly what I needed when he gave me the man of my dreams. He knew how damaged I was. He knew how I had been hurt. He knew how private I was and how had built walls around me to protect myself. And He knew how I needed to be approached to feel ok with a realationship.
When I kissed David that day, I let him into my heart. I tore down a little of the wall that I was using to protect me. I thank God everyday for the gift He gave me in David and I thank God everyday that He protected me in my ignorance knowing I didn't have the since to protect myself from kissing someone I didn't know I was going to marry. I am so thankful that the only person I ever kissed was the man I eventually married and will spend the rest of my life with.
We talked. That is what we did. At church we talked. At get togethers we talked. At hayrides we talked. For six months, every opprotunity we had, we talked. That was a big deal for me. I didn't talk to anyone. I was private. I never let anyone in.....until David. That was sheerly by accident. Thank God for accidents... or really devine appointments.
The kiss. It was inevetable. Partly because I initiated it and he wasn't going to turn me down. We were in the cave at sixflags over Texas. I was sitting in front of him leaned back against his chest. He had his cheek against mine. We road that ride 7 times that day. The cave smelled like mildew. For years afterwards, everytime I smelled mildew, my heart would skip a beat with excitement.
Most importantly he is still my best friend. I just enjoy being with him so much.
I forgot until this evening that this was our kiss anniversary. He was working out of town today and not supposed to come back for a few days. He surprised me and came home tonight. He is such a hopeless romantic. or just hopeless ;-)
First Kiss revisited:
I have been pondering the subject of this blog entry since I posted it. I wanted to elaborated on the nature of our relationship.
The day of our first kiss, I have to tell you that I felt safer with David than I have ever felt in my life anywhere, at anytime. God knew exactly what I needed when he gave me the man of my dreams. He knew how damaged I was. He knew how I had been hurt. He knew how private I was and how had built walls around me to protect myself. And He knew how I needed to be approached to feel ok with a realationship.
When I kissed David that day, I let him into my heart. I tore down a little of the wall that I was using to protect me. I thank God everyday for the gift He gave me in David and I thank God everyday that He protected me in my ignorance knowing I didn't have the since to protect myself from kissing someone I didn't know I was going to marry. I am so thankful that the only person I ever kissed was the man I eventually married and will spend the rest of my life with.
Lentil Babies
They are very simular to bean babies and rice babies that I played with as a child.
Sonja's lentil baby is asleep. I think she likes to sleep on the pantry shelf. Sonja thinks she likes to sleep in the floor.
Sonja's lentil baby is asleep. I think she likes to sleep on the pantry shelf. Sonja thinks she likes to sleep in the floor.
Spinach
My kids love spinach? I don't know why. When they were little, I made them eat it even when they said they didn't like it and now they love it. They can't get enough of it.
I made them eat spinach, they learned to love it.
I made them eat beets, they threw up. *shrug*
So now we eat spinach and we don't eat beets.
Am I the only mom in the world who would be able to use "with-holding" spinach as a punishment?
I made them eat spinach, they learned to love it.
I made them eat beets, they threw up. *shrug*
So now we eat spinach and we don't eat beets.
Am I the only mom in the world who would be able to use "with-holding" spinach as a punishment?
I thought of something...
... To post and yet still homeschool related, in a way.
Yesterday, in Literature, Gennifer (my oldest-14) was studying Haiku poems. So I pulled out my old upward bound book. This was a book published for the upward bound (collage prep)program. It contains stories, poems, essays, and the like soley written by the teen participants of the program. While flipping through the book looking for haiku, Gennifer began to cry. She told me that one of the poems in the book said exactly what she was feeling. As she read, it was really hitting home to her.
And then, as she got to the bottom of the poem, she saw that it was written by her own mother. It is so good when God uses little things to gently bring about change.
In case you are interested, here is the poem (no it isn't a haiku, what was she doing reading it then?)
It Scares me to think of us growing up
Of how we are growing apart
I know the memories are always here
But leaving friendships is the hardest part.
The future is opening up-
Showing us so many new place.
It's hard to stay in the past
When you see all these new faces
One of these days
I'll look back to see
All my old friends
And the way it used to be
Many acquaintances all so new
Always with different smiles
But you, my friend, are so special
We've been together many o'miles.
When the future encloses me
And I start to give in
You will be my
longest remembered friend.
Incidently, I remember fondly "the friend" to which I referred when I wrote this poem. I still think of that friend often usually very fondly but sometimes, when he is stealing my covers at night, the thoughts are not what you would call fond.
Yesterday, in Literature, Gennifer (my oldest-14) was studying Haiku poems. So I pulled out my old upward bound book. This was a book published for the upward bound (collage prep)program. It contains stories, poems, essays, and the like soley written by the teen participants of the program. While flipping through the book looking for haiku, Gennifer began to cry. She told me that one of the poems in the book said exactly what she was feeling. As she read, it was really hitting home to her.
And then, as she got to the bottom of the poem, she saw that it was written by her own mother. It is so good when God uses little things to gently bring about change.
In case you are interested, here is the poem (no it isn't a haiku, what was she doing reading it then?)
It Scares me to think of us growing up
Of how we are growing apart
I know the memories are always here
But leaving friendships is the hardest part.
The future is opening up-
Showing us so many new place.
It's hard to stay in the past
When you see all these new faces
One of these days
I'll look back to see
All my old friends
And the way it used to be
Many acquaintances all so new
Always with different smiles
But you, my friend, are so special
We've been together many o'miles.
When the future encloses me
And I start to give in
You will be my
longest remembered friend.
Incidently, I remember fondly "the friend" to which I referred when I wrote this poem. I still think of that friend often usually very fondly but sometimes, when he is stealing my covers at night, the thoughts are not what you would call fond.
Monday, August 21, 2006
I am completely uninteresting...
...Even to myself. Here I was thinking I needed my own blog so I didn't take over the homeschooling blog with other stuff. Apparently, I have no other stuff. Is this all I am?
You Know You're A Homeschool Mom When...
(borrowed from one of those internet sites. I thought it was cute)
You get to change more than diapers, you get to change their minds.
When a child busts a lip, and after seeing she's okay, you round up some scotch tape to capture some blood and look at it under the microscope!
You find dead animals and actually consider saving them to dissect later.
Your children never ever leave the "why?" stage.
When your teenager decides to take one community college course, and comes home and asks you why the teacher wrote "At" on his paper. (A+)
You ask for, and get, a copier instead of a diamond tennis bracelet for your wedding anniversary.
Your kids think reading history is best accomplished while lying on the floor with their head resting on the side of their patient dog.
Your husband can walk in at the end of a long day and tell how the science experiment went just by looking at the house.
You never have to drive your child's forgotten lunch to school.
Your child will never suffer the embarrassment of group showers after PE.
The only debate about the school lunch program is whose turn it is to cook.
You never have to face the dilemna of whether to take your child's side or the teacher's side in a dispute at school.
If your child get's drugs at school, it's probably Tylenol.
Your neighbors think you are insane.
Your kids learn new vocabulary from their extensive collection of "Calvin & Hobbes" books.
Your formal dining room now has a computer, copy machine, and many book shelves and there are educational posters and maps all over the walls.
You have meal worms growing in a container....on purpose.
If you get caught talking to yourself, you can claim you're having a PTA meeting.
Talking out loud to yourself is a parent/teacher conference.
You take off for a teacher in-service day because the principal needs clean underwear.
You can't make it through a movie without pointing out the historical inaccuracies.
You step on math manipulatives on your pre-dawn stumble to the bathroom.
The teacher gets to kiss the principal in the faculty lounge and no one gossips.
Your honor student can actually read the bumper sticker that you have put on your car.
If your child claims that the dog ate his homework, you can ask the dog.
Some day your children will consider you to be a miracle-working expert and will turn to you for advice.
Your kids refer to the neighbor kids as "government school inmates."
You can't make it through the grocery produce department without asking your preschooler the name and color of every vegetable.
You can't put your produce in your cart without asking your older student to estimate it's weight and verify accuracy.
You live in a one-house schoolroom.
You get to change more than diapers, you get to change their minds.
When a child busts a lip, and after seeing she's okay, you round up some scotch tape to capture some blood and look at it under the microscope!
You find dead animals and actually consider saving them to dissect later.
Your children never ever leave the "why?" stage.
When your teenager decides to take one community college course, and comes home and asks you why the teacher wrote "At" on his paper. (A+)
You ask for, and get, a copier instead of a diamond tennis bracelet for your wedding anniversary.
Your kids think reading history is best accomplished while lying on the floor with their head resting on the side of their patient dog.
Your husband can walk in at the end of a long day and tell how the science experiment went just by looking at the house.
You never have to drive your child's forgotten lunch to school.
Your child will never suffer the embarrassment of group showers after PE.
The only debate about the school lunch program is whose turn it is to cook.
You never have to face the dilemna of whether to take your child's side or the teacher's side in a dispute at school.
If your child get's drugs at school, it's probably Tylenol.
Your neighbors think you are insane.
Your kids learn new vocabulary from their extensive collection of "Calvin & Hobbes" books.
Your formal dining room now has a computer, copy machine, and many book shelves and there are educational posters and maps all over the walls.
You have meal worms growing in a container....on purpose.
If you get caught talking to yourself, you can claim you're having a PTA meeting.
Talking out loud to yourself is a parent/teacher conference.
You take off for a teacher in-service day because the principal needs clean underwear.
You can't make it through a movie without pointing out the historical inaccuracies.
You step on math manipulatives on your pre-dawn stumble to the bathroom.
The teacher gets to kiss the principal in the faculty lounge and no one gossips.
Your honor student can actually read the bumper sticker that you have put on your car.
If your child claims that the dog ate his homework, you can ask the dog.
Some day your children will consider you to be a miracle-working expert and will turn to you for advice.
Your kids refer to the neighbor kids as "government school inmates."
You can't make it through the grocery produce department without asking your preschooler the name and color of every vegetable.
You can't put your produce in your cart without asking your older student to estimate it's weight and verify accuracy.
You live in a one-house schoolroom.
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