I blew it today. Really blew it.
Early this afternoon the computers were forced to be shut off due to a thunderstorm. The boys had to give up Runescape! What a wonderful thing, because we played three games of Blokus in a row. I might add that Thomas won two of the three games. He is really getting good at thinking ahead, seeing his moves, etc.
After the games we decided we needed lunch. As I was preparing lunch, Thomas was putting the game up. Well, I left my tall cup of coffee on the table next to the games and next to my Reader's Digest How it Works series of books, six in all, Rebecca Rupp's Home Learning Year by Year and The Well-Trained Mind. I had been reading the books and trying to decide which to do first before the boys brought Blokus up.
Well, can you see it coming? Tall cup of coffee, over $100 worth of books next to each other?
You guessed it, Thomas knocked over the cup of coffee. Luckily, though, the coffee was only centimeters from the books. I jumped, Thomas jumped, then I yelled. I yelled because as I was bringing over a couple of dish towels, Thomas started cleaning the floor not worrying about the coffee that could get "the precious books."
As I was yelling, Thomas pushed the chair out of the way. In the process, the roller went straight over my toe and cut it. Okay, so mom yells even more. Loudly. (It really did hurt.)
We got the mess cleaned up and I started apologizing profusely. I took Thomas in my arms and I started to cry. What had just happened was an every-day occurrence in my childhood. My mom flew off the handle every single day over stupid things. I told Thomas the story about when I was his age I had planned on spending the night with my friend Julie. My mom and I were eating lunch and I knocked over my glass of milk. My mom started yelling (the same as I had done over the coffee) and then forbade me from spending the night as punishment. I told him how awful I felt because it was an accident. He whispered he felt the same way, he didn't intentionally spill the coffee. I hugged him tighter and said, "I know." As I was hugging him, I kept thinking I'd come unglued if someone treated him the way I had just treated him.
We had a good, long talk about what had taken place. I told him my response was reactionary, that I had not thought about what I was doing at all. I also told him that is what my childhood was like and it is kind of a learned response. We then discussed what learned responses are. I told him how wrong I was, how stupid my actions were, and apologized again for hurting his feelings. Anyway, when all was said and done, he said some precious words to me: "Mom, you're not mean, everybody makes mistakes. Your mom didn't apologize, but you did. You're a good mom." And then I cried some more.
I screw up all the time, I'll readily admit that, but today's was bad. I just hate yelling. I hate it when I do stupid things, especially when they are at the expense of my son. Even with a heart-felt apology, the sting of my yelling will not be forgotten.
Oy.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
ew!
I took Thomas to breakfast this morning. We went to McDonald's so he could get hot cakes. Who calls them hot cakes? We always call them pancakes.
Anyway, we took a seat by the pop fountain. We're sitting there eating and this woman runs up to the pop machine, hits the water button and proceeds to wash her hands right there. In the pop fountain. I couldn't believe my eyes. Washing her hands in the pop fountain. Ewwww!
If you know me, you know that I can't keep my mouth shut when an opportunity arises. Thomas was sitting with his back to the fountain, so very loudly I said, "Thomas, quick turn around and look, some idiot is washing her hands in the pop fountain." Of course Thomas, being a 10-year-old boy loudly proclaimed, "Ewwwww, that's sick."
The woman turned and gave me the "you're evil" stare, grabbed some napkins, dried her hands and stormed off.
Just then one of the employees walked by and I got her attention. I told her the disgusting tale and she went over and cleaned the entire fountain.
What would possess someone to wash their hands in the pop fountain when there is a bathroom 15 feet from the machine? Huh? Is she afraid of using soap?
That was just gross.
Anyway, we took a seat by the pop fountain. We're sitting there eating and this woman runs up to the pop machine, hits the water button and proceeds to wash her hands right there. In the pop fountain. I couldn't believe my eyes. Washing her hands in the pop fountain. Ewwww!
If you know me, you know that I can't keep my mouth shut when an opportunity arises. Thomas was sitting with his back to the fountain, so very loudly I said, "Thomas, quick turn around and look, some idiot is washing her hands in the pop fountain." Of course Thomas, being a 10-year-old boy loudly proclaimed, "Ewwwww, that's sick."
The woman turned and gave me the "you're evil" stare, grabbed some napkins, dried her hands and stormed off.
Just then one of the employees walked by and I got her attention. I told her the disgusting tale and she went over and cleaned the entire fountain.
What would possess someone to wash their hands in the pop fountain when there is a bathroom 15 feet from the machine? Huh? Is she afraid of using soap?
That was just gross.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Whew!
The rumors about the company laying off 70 people were only partially true. They laid off 20. Thankfully my husband made it through. My heart aches for the 20, though.
I was going to make sloppy Joe's for supper tonight. We decided that we needed to celebrate and go out to eat instead. How I wish we had an Olive Garden or a Cracker Barrel in town. We'll have to settle for the local Mexican restaurant. Luckily, the food is good there.
I was supposed to receive a Fed Ex shipment from Amazon today. I was all set to pour over new books tonight. It didn't come, darn it all. At least I can still look forward to its arrival -- plus the Rainbow order. I did get the new Rainbow catalog in yesterday's mail. Sadly, it was raining and a good portion of the catalog was soggy! I put it in front of a fan last night so the pages are dry and stiff. It seems to be thicker than last year's. Even with funky pages, I'll still spend countless hours enjoying the catalog wishing I were rich -- or had $8000 per student like the school district has. lol
I was going to make sloppy Joe's for supper tonight. We decided that we needed to celebrate and go out to eat instead. How I wish we had an Olive Garden or a Cracker Barrel in town. We'll have to settle for the local Mexican restaurant. Luckily, the food is good there.
I was supposed to receive a Fed Ex shipment from Amazon today. I was all set to pour over new books tonight. It didn't come, darn it all. At least I can still look forward to its arrival -- plus the Rainbow order. I did get the new Rainbow catalog in yesterday's mail. Sadly, it was raining and a good portion of the catalog was soggy! I put it in front of a fan last night so the pages are dry and stiff. It seems to be thicker than last year's. Even with funky pages, I'll still spend countless hours enjoying the catalog wishing I were rich -- or had $8000 per student like the school district has. lol
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Toying with Ideas
I have a lot of ideas I'm toying with in my brain...
1) Actually *starting* summer school.
2) Starting working on our daily chore cards again. Today I did manage to place them out on the counter, but we didn't do the chores. It works SO well when we do them...I just have the summer "don't-cares."
3) Cleaning out my basement. In the winter I always think what a great summer project that would be. Now that it's June, I think it would be a great winter project.
4) Starting Weight Watchers again. I am miserable, but not enough so to get off my butt and do something about it. I've been toying with this one for months. Once I actually start, I do great. It's just starting.
5) Setting up my cheap-o plastic outdoor table and doing school outside, in the shade.
6) Cleaning out the schoolroom. We're awaiting the arrival of lots of new stuff and I have no where to put it once it gets here.
7) Starting our county fair art project. I have everything purchased, a list of what to do...just need to do it. Oh, I guess we did start...Thomas is making a newspaper box with his dad. They started this past weekend. It is really cool to peek out into the garage and see my little baby -- I mean my big 10-year-old cutting wood with the band saw, the hand saw, a jig saw, running a sander, etc.
I have the summertime relaxed-mode feeling and just don't feel like putting effort into anything that isn't fun. Gotta get over that!
1) Actually *starting* summer school.
2) Starting working on our daily chore cards again. Today I did manage to place them out on the counter, but we didn't do the chores. It works SO well when we do them...I just have the summer "don't-cares."
3) Cleaning out my basement. In the winter I always think what a great summer project that would be. Now that it's June, I think it would be a great winter project.
4) Starting Weight Watchers again. I am miserable, but not enough so to get off my butt and do something about it. I've been toying with this one for months. Once I actually start, I do great. It's just starting.
5) Setting up my cheap-o plastic outdoor table and doing school outside, in the shade.
6) Cleaning out the schoolroom. We're awaiting the arrival of lots of new stuff and I have no where to put it once it gets here.
7) Starting our county fair art project. I have everything purchased, a list of what to do...just need to do it. Oh, I guess we did start...Thomas is making a newspaper box with his dad. They started this past weekend. It is really cool to peek out into the garage and see my little baby -- I mean my big 10-year-old cutting wood with the band saw, the hand saw, a jig saw, running a sander, etc.
I have the summertime relaxed-mode feeling and just don't feel like putting effort into anything that isn't fun. Gotta get over that!
hmph!
My husband came home yesterday after work and informed me that there is a rumor floating around, from a very reliable source, that his company will be cutting 70 jobs from three plants this week. We're scared, but they've been doing layoffs since we moved here. Yuck.
My sunroof button broke in my car and so now it doesn't want to close. It's just by pure luck that I quit pushing the button at the right time to make sure it seals. I see a big bill on that.
It is 68 degrees today, has been raining the majority of the day, and humidity is 90 percent. We had the air off all morning but everything in the house is now sticky. Can't catch a break on the electric bill today, will have to turn the air on to control humidity in the house.
And to top off the lovely day I seem to be having, my son and I just arrived home from the library. He decided he wanted to do the library's summer reading program. The director came out to sign him up and Thomas's brain disappeared. He didn't know what grade he had just completed. I tried to make light of it and said we homeschool so we're not into the grade thing. Well, then the form required the school name. Thomas looked up at me in a panic and said, "Mom, how do you spell school?"
Okay, earth, open up and swallow me. This child is not the best speller in the world but he has been writing the word school for years now. And it was right on the form in front of him. Good grief! I joked, "Well, obviously we're not the best homeschoolers around."
On a brighter note, we did get his standardized test scores back and he did extremely well once again -- except for spelling. He scored at grade level in spelling. I think I'll have him write "school" on the white board 100 times this afternoon. Not.
My sunroof button broke in my car and so now it doesn't want to close. It's just by pure luck that I quit pushing the button at the right time to make sure it seals. I see a big bill on that.
It is 68 degrees today, has been raining the majority of the day, and humidity is 90 percent. We had the air off all morning but everything in the house is now sticky. Can't catch a break on the electric bill today, will have to turn the air on to control humidity in the house.
And to top off the lovely day I seem to be having, my son and I just arrived home from the library. He decided he wanted to do the library's summer reading program. The director came out to sign him up and Thomas's brain disappeared. He didn't know what grade he had just completed. I tried to make light of it and said we homeschool so we're not into the grade thing. Well, then the form required the school name. Thomas looked up at me in a panic and said, "Mom, how do you spell school?"
Okay, earth, open up and swallow me. This child is not the best speller in the world but he has been writing the word school for years now. And it was right on the form in front of him. Good grief! I joked, "Well, obviously we're not the best homeschoolers around."
On a brighter note, we did get his standardized test scores back and he did extremely well once again -- except for spelling. He scored at grade level in spelling. I think I'll have him write "school" on the white board 100 times this afternoon. Not.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Guess what I bought!
My husband is going to think I have flipped my lid. My son probably won't know what they are -- well, that's an exaggeration, but he's certainly never seen one in my house or on me.
I was shopping on Ebay the other day and I bought myself two
aprons.
Yup, the old-fashioned kind that go over your neck, tie in the back and have pockets. One is a very pretty floral and the other is a solid color. My husband will think that I've stepped back in time and turned into a 1950s kind of gal. He knows me too well and would never even hope that I would become subservient, though. ;-)
Actually, I am just a slob in the kitchen and I am sick of getting my shirts dirty. I thought an apron would be nice when cooking and then doing dishes.
I'll be anxiously awaiting their arrival. Only time will tell whether or not it was a stupid waste of $3 plus $6.95 shipping. lol
I was shopping on Ebay the other day and I bought myself two
aprons.
Yup, the old-fashioned kind that go over your neck, tie in the back and have pockets. One is a very pretty floral and the other is a solid color. My husband will think that I've stepped back in time and turned into a 1950s kind of gal. He knows me too well and would never even hope that I would become subservient, though. ;-)
Actually, I am just a slob in the kitchen and I am sick of getting my shirts dirty. I thought an apron would be nice when cooking and then doing dishes.
I'll be anxiously awaiting their arrival. Only time will tell whether or not it was a stupid waste of $3 plus $6.95 shipping. lol
Friday, June 09, 2006
Okay, what I bought...
This is what I bought from Amazon:
Building Writing Skills Grade 4 & 5 (hoping this is good, taking a chance)
How Science Works
How Things Work
Metric System placemat
Constellations placemat
Notebook Science Fact Book
an organizational skills book
Pentime Cursive Grade 5
Spectrum Test Practice
Step-by-Step Spreadsheet Activities for Excel
SOTW II activity book
SOTW II CD's
Switched on Schoolhouse Science 5
Can you tell my kid likes science?
I will also be using audible.com to download three Hakim volumes onto a CD (If I can figure out how to do that)
We'll be using some of these things this summer but most in the fall. I also have already purchased reading books, Civil War for Kids, tons of Cornerstone of Freedom books, tons of scholastic biographies, etc. I still have to buy Rod and Staff English. We'll be using Lial's BCM for math again. I plan to use it for 5th and 6th grade. Which is why I bought VanCleave's geometry book because my son won't get to geometry this year. We'll work on that this summer. I'm sure it will be light fluff but enough to get his feet wet and cover bases if it's covered on our standardized test. He's already had geometry exposure with Singapore math so I'm not that worried.
We used American Revolution for Kids this year and we really enjoyed that book, so I bought the Civil War last time I was in civilization (i.e. a bookstore) and it's good, too. I'm anxious to see the do DaVinci and Lewis and Clark books.
I'm still not sure how to approach writing. I may just teach him how to outline and go without a program. I don't know. I've got plenty of time to think that through. I could just use Rod and Staff. ???
- 1 of: Lewis and Clark for Kids : Their Journey of Discovery with 21 Activities (For Kids series)
- 1 of: Nonfiction Reading Practice Grade 5 (Nonfiction Reading Practice)
- 1 of: How it works: how math works (How It Works)
- 1 of: HTML for the World Wide Web with XHTML and CSS: Visual QuickStart Guide, Fifth Edition
- 1 of: How body works (How It Works) <>1 of: How it works: how nature works (How It Works)
- 1 of: A Young Person's Guide to Music
- 1 of: How it works: how the universe works (How It Works)
- 1 of: Janice VanCleave's Geometry for Every Kid : Easy Activities that Make Learning Geometry Fun (Science for Every Kid Series)
- 1 of: Mapping the World by Heart Lite 7th Edition
- 1 of: Logic Liftoff
- 1 of: The Complete Idiot's Guide to Geography, Second Edition
- 1 of: The Usborne Internet-Linked Encyclopedia Of World Geography with Complete World Atlas (Geography)
- 1 of: Discovering Great Artists: Hands-On Art for Children in the Styles of the Great Masters (Bright Ideas for Learning)
- 1 of: Leonardo da Vinci for Kids : His Life and Ideas, 21 Activities (For Kids series)
Building Writing Skills Grade 4 & 5 (hoping this is good, taking a chance)
How Science Works
How Things Work
Metric System placemat
Constellations placemat
Notebook Science Fact Book
an organizational skills book
Pentime Cursive Grade 5
Spectrum Test Practice
Step-by-Step Spreadsheet Activities for Excel
SOTW II activity book
SOTW II CD's
Switched on Schoolhouse Science 5
Can you tell my kid likes science?
I will also be using audible.com to download three Hakim volumes onto a CD (If I can figure out how to do that)
We'll be using some of these things this summer but most in the fall. I also have already purchased reading books, Civil War for Kids, tons of Cornerstone of Freedom books, tons of scholastic biographies, etc. I still have to buy Rod and Staff English. We'll be using Lial's BCM for math again. I plan to use it for 5th and 6th grade. Which is why I bought VanCleave's geometry book because my son won't get to geometry this year. We'll work on that this summer. I'm sure it will be light fluff but enough to get his feet wet and cover bases if it's covered on our standardized test. He's already had geometry exposure with Singapore math so I'm not that worried.
We used American Revolution for Kids this year and we really enjoyed that book, so I bought the Civil War last time I was in civilization (i.e. a bookstore) and it's good, too. I'm anxious to see the do DaVinci and Lewis and Clark books.
I'm still not sure how to approach writing. I may just teach him how to outline and go without a program. I don't know. I've got plenty of time to think that through. I could just use Rod and Staff. ???
Garage Sales
This afternoon after lunch I looked around the house and all our hard work from yesterday disappeared. It was really messy again. Now most people would dive in and get it straightened up. Not me. I wanted out, so I grabbed the newspaper, highlighted the garage sales that were going on this afternoon, gave my son $5 and the door we went.
At our first garage sale I spent a whopping .55 for a really nice Grand Canyon book and -- don't laugh -- a cleaning book for me. (I collect cleaning books like some people collect cookbooks.) The woman holding the sale was very nice and friendly and I told her how beautiful her garden was. She had a garden that ran alongside her driveway with gorgeous flowers. I asked if they were Sweet William and she told me no, they were called Pinks. I could have sworn they were Sweet William. In fact, they were identical to what I planted two years ago, which were Sweet William. She said no, she was a master gardener and in fact they were Pinks. Perplexed, the first thing I did when I arrived home was google Sweet William and Pinks only to be relieved to find they are both Dianthus and I wasn't so crazy. Upon further research, I know that she actually had both Pinks and Sweet Williams.
I'm really funny this way, because I feel compelled to know the correct answer to life's little questionable conversations. We were both right. Nonetheless, they were gorgeous.
This same lady had some yellow perennial that she didn't know what it was and she dug one flower up for me. She told me she's giving one to everyone who comments about her flowers because they spread so fast, she wants rid of them, but appreciates compliments on her garden. I planted it in my garden and wished she would have given me three instead of one. I might have my husband drive by her sale and get me another. lol I offered to pay for it, but she said no.
We went to about ten sales total. Nothing to write home about, really, but we did pick up some Scholastic reading books for my son for ten cents apiece. I also got a four-tiered letter stacking tray for 50 cents. I wanted one for our homeschool table and knew they'd be a dime a dozen at sales.
The most fun part of our afternoon romp was what my son decided to purchase. We went to one sale that had a beautiful hibiscus plant for $2.50. He went straight for it. It surprised the proprietors, but not me. I was so very proud as he stood there asking question after question on the proper care of his hibiscus. What kind of sun should it get? Will it die in the winter? He was delighted to find he can bring it indoors and it will continue to grow. "Should I fertilize it?" was his final question. Just a cute moment. The proprietors were so taken with him that they cut the price in half. The man said, "You are such a nice young man that I think you deserve 50% off." Thomas's eyes grew huge and he gleamed.
He's not a "typical" boy. Yes, he loves frogs, toads, bugs and mud. He also has a very gentle and loving spirit that can appreciate flowers. He just makes me smile. He's my flower and it is so much fun watching him bloom.
At our first garage sale I spent a whopping .55 for a really nice Grand Canyon book and -- don't laugh -- a cleaning book for me. (I collect cleaning books like some people collect cookbooks.) The woman holding the sale was very nice and friendly and I told her how beautiful her garden was. She had a garden that ran alongside her driveway with gorgeous flowers. I asked if they were Sweet William and she told me no, they were called Pinks. I could have sworn they were Sweet William. In fact, they were identical to what I planted two years ago, which were Sweet William. She said no, she was a master gardener and in fact they were Pinks. Perplexed, the first thing I did when I arrived home was google Sweet William and Pinks only to be relieved to find they are both Dianthus and I wasn't so crazy. Upon further research, I know that she actually had both Pinks and Sweet Williams.
I'm really funny this way, because I feel compelled to know the correct answer to life's little questionable conversations. We were both right. Nonetheless, they were gorgeous.
This same lady had some yellow perennial that she didn't know what it was and she dug one flower up for me. She told me she's giving one to everyone who comments about her flowers because they spread so fast, she wants rid of them, but appreciates compliments on her garden. I planted it in my garden and wished she would have given me three instead of one. I might have my husband drive by her sale and get me another. lol I offered to pay for it, but she said no.
We went to about ten sales total. Nothing to write home about, really, but we did pick up some Scholastic reading books for my son for ten cents apiece. I also got a four-tiered letter stacking tray for 50 cents. I wanted one for our homeschool table and knew they'd be a dime a dozen at sales.
The most fun part of our afternoon romp was what my son decided to purchase. We went to one sale that had a beautiful hibiscus plant for $2.50. He went straight for it. It surprised the proprietors, but not me. I was so very proud as he stood there asking question after question on the proper care of his hibiscus. What kind of sun should it get? Will it die in the winter? He was delighted to find he can bring it indoors and it will continue to grow. "Should I fertilize it?" was his final question. Just a cute moment. The proprietors were so taken with him that they cut the price in half. The man said, "You are such a nice young man that I think you deserve 50% off." Thomas's eyes grew huge and he gleamed.
He's not a "typical" boy. Yes, he loves frogs, toads, bugs and mud. He also has a very gentle and loving spirit that can appreciate flowers. He just makes me smile. He's my flower and it is so much fun watching him bloom.
Catching Up
Thanks for all the comments regarding my last entry. I talked to my dad who stopped me before I even got into the excuses and reassured me that it was not necessary for me to come, that he completely understood, that gas prices were horrible and to get over the guilt trip. Then he said, "It's okay because your sister will be here." lol Okay, so it wasn't completely guilt-free, but I do feel much better about my decision. And bless her little pea-picking heart, my sister is now and has always been dad's favorite so he's happy that she will be there. And that really does make me happy, too. After I got to thinking about it, I have spent nine out of his last 13 birthdays with him, plus I have visited for up to a month each summer for the past eight years. So guilt-trip over.
My birthday is the day after his, so for once I'll be able to spend mine the way I want to.
With summer vacation upon us, we have turned into lazy bums! Our daily chore cards flew out the window, we have been staying up late, getting up late and aside from the house being a pit, we've been having a ball. Thomas and I have been playing games every single day, have been going to the park a lot, have been going for long walks. Thomas has been going on long bike rides with his dad, too. Try as they might, I won't join them on the bike rides. Yes, I have a nice bike. Yes, I have a gel seat. Yes, I have lots of extra padding on my body. But still -- riding a bike hurts! Even though I have all that extra padding, I am still boney and I just won't bear that.
Yesterday we decided to come back into the real world and started working on chores again. We're putzing around the house slowly and getting it back into shape. It is amazing how quickly a house will go to ruins when you don't do very much. We mowed the back of our property where my husband just refuses to mow. The grass was knee-deep. I don't get my husband and I never will, but it looks better now. I told Thomas that he is not done mowing until everything is mowed. My husband always tells him to stop and the shed line. I told Thomas that he is with me 24/7 and with his dad only six hours a day -- who would he rather have mad at him? lol That was a no brainer.
I placed my big school orders earlier this week. Living in the boonies, in a place with no bookstores, I had to use Amazon. What is it with Amazon now? Earlier in the year I placed a $190 order (I think it was that much) and a month later they emailed and said it wouldn't be shipping for a few more weeks. I cancelled the order. This time I ordered $250 worth of books and they are coming in bits and pieces, and one of those pieces isn't supposed to ship until the end of June. That's just not good customer service, IMHO. I also placed a big order with Rainbow Resources. When I was done giving her the order, I asked why I hadn't received a new catalog. I told her that is my homeschooling bible. I read that catalog more than I read any other homeschooling resources, including my Rebecca Rupp books. I was just sure that it came every year in the spring. She told me it is set to ship out mid-June and that it was new, improved and I was going to like it even better. Is that possible? Did they add more secular products? That would get me to like it even better.
While I am a Christian, there are few Christian products I like to use. Christians have differences ranging from night to day, and I'm a liberal Christian, not the mainstream, and I don't like bible passages on every page. My son had requested Switched on Schoolhouse Science again this year, and that one I can handle because it is easy to just skim over the religious parts. Usually a sentence or two, sometimes a paragraph, it's easy to jump down and get to the meat. I would have ordered the secular version of SOS but it was twice the price.
We will start summer school next week. We are going to work on art, spelling, history, math, science and a review of grammar. I suppose we'll do more than that, but that not much. It will be a relaxed pace, much different than our school year, and I'm going to try to get my son to take the initiative on when and how the work gets done. We'll see how that flies. I don't think we'll get far with that. lol
Well, my son just announced, "Hairball on aisle 5." My kitty got sick so I need to go clean it up. Never a dull moment.
My birthday is the day after his, so for once I'll be able to spend mine the way I want to.
With summer vacation upon us, we have turned into lazy bums! Our daily chore cards flew out the window, we have been staying up late, getting up late and aside from the house being a pit, we've been having a ball. Thomas and I have been playing games every single day, have been going to the park a lot, have been going for long walks. Thomas has been going on long bike rides with his dad, too. Try as they might, I won't join them on the bike rides. Yes, I have a nice bike. Yes, I have a gel seat. Yes, I have lots of extra padding on my body. But still -- riding a bike hurts! Even though I have all that extra padding, I am still boney and I just won't bear that.
Yesterday we decided to come back into the real world and started working on chores again. We're putzing around the house slowly and getting it back into shape. It is amazing how quickly a house will go to ruins when you don't do very much. We mowed the back of our property where my husband just refuses to mow. The grass was knee-deep. I don't get my husband and I never will, but it looks better now. I told Thomas that he is not done mowing until everything is mowed. My husband always tells him to stop and the shed line. I told Thomas that he is with me 24/7 and with his dad only six hours a day -- who would he rather have mad at him? lol That was a no brainer.
I placed my big school orders earlier this week. Living in the boonies, in a place with no bookstores, I had to use Amazon. What is it with Amazon now? Earlier in the year I placed a $190 order (I think it was that much) and a month later they emailed and said it wouldn't be shipping for a few more weeks. I cancelled the order. This time I ordered $250 worth of books and they are coming in bits and pieces, and one of those pieces isn't supposed to ship until the end of June. That's just not good customer service, IMHO. I also placed a big order with Rainbow Resources. When I was done giving her the order, I asked why I hadn't received a new catalog. I told her that is my homeschooling bible. I read that catalog more than I read any other homeschooling resources, including my Rebecca Rupp books. I was just sure that it came every year in the spring. She told me it is set to ship out mid-June and that it was new, improved and I was going to like it even better. Is that possible? Did they add more secular products? That would get me to like it even better.
While I am a Christian, there are few Christian products I like to use. Christians have differences ranging from night to day, and I'm a liberal Christian, not the mainstream, and I don't like bible passages on every page. My son had requested Switched on Schoolhouse Science again this year, and that one I can handle because it is easy to just skim over the religious parts. Usually a sentence or two, sometimes a paragraph, it's easy to jump down and get to the meat. I would have ordered the secular version of SOS but it was twice the price.
We will start summer school next week. We are going to work on art, spelling, history, math, science and a review of grammar. I suppose we'll do more than that, but that not much. It will be a relaxed pace, much different than our school year, and I'm going to try to get my son to take the initiative on when and how the work gets done. We'll see how that flies. I don't think we'll get far with that. lol
Well, my son just announced, "Hairball on aisle 5." My kitty got sick so I need to go clean it up. Never a dull moment.
Friday, June 02, 2006
A Very Tough Decision
I had to make a very tough decision. I am feeling extremely guilty for my choice.
My dad will turn 80 at the end of the month. Dad lives two days away from me. My tough decision is that I decided not to go "home" for his birthday.
He won't be alone on his birthday, my sister and one or both of her kids will be there. Still, my son and I should be there to help him celebrate because it is such a big deal. I worry that my dad will feel let down. I worry that by not attending, I am teaching my son to not be supportive of family.
On the other hand, every single time I go somewhere it is to visit dad. Period. Okay, we went to South Carolina last November only because my husband was working there and his company paid for my son and I to fly out, for the motel, and for our rental car.
Every year I spend hundreds of dollars getting to Denver and back. Three times in the past eight years we have gone to Indiana with my dad, my sister and her kids. Dad grew up in Indiana and he wanted us to attend his family reunions. Even though we were in dad's car, he paid for gas and motels, I still spent hundreds of dollars on the trips.
I don't mean to sound unappreciated. I loved our trips to Hoosier land very much. I loved meeting family, renewing some relationships, and seeing the country. I loved, even more, the trip down memory lane -- going on a family vacation with dad. It took me back to my childhood. I loved his stories. I loved finding ancestors' graves. I loved researching our genealogy. I also love going to dad's house, cleaning for him. (I am always cleaning for him!)
Now we are a one-income family. I used to be a professional bringing in a nice salary. In fact, I was the sole support of this family while my husband went back to school for his degree. Now I feel it's more important to be mom and teacher. With that, I knew money would be tight. It is, we make due, and have a good life. Nothing extravagant, but our needs are met.
We have some major projects we have to do. We need a new roof. We need some new windows. We need to evaluate our transportation and update. Money, money, money.
Here comes the guilt. I am putting my needs before that of my dad's.
From a different perspective, traveling is difficult for me. In the summer, my right leg swells up terribly. Who knows why. The doctor gave me water pills. It is painful and uncomfortable. It takes two days to drive to dad's. We cannot afford airline tickets. Amtrak is five hours away and due to my leg, I cannot sleep in coach for one night or I wouldn't be able to walk the next day. When we take Amtrak to Denver, I get a room in a sleeper car. I'm a good shopper and it's usually cheap. Not in the summer. Can't afford it now. Last summer I drove us down. My leg was swollen the whole visit. It was a long haul and I was physically exhausted and in pain.
I also have a little phobia. I hate driving into Denver. Really, I hate it. The last three times I've driven in, we've experienced scary situations. Once, I was driving on I-25 and a car entered and almost drove right into me. I couldn't get over because of traffic. I shook violently. It was very close at high speeds. Another time, I was driving down 6th Ave with what I would consider "medium" traffic. Top a hill and right in my lane is a mattress! I had to slam on my brakes and I was barely able to get out of the lane. I have had nightmares over that mattress.
Finally, the worst was our visit last June. Hating driving into Denver as I do, I went a different route. We drove through South Dakota and Wyoming. (Took my son to see my inlaws.) We spent the night at a friend's house in Cheyenne. I got up at 5 am on a Sunday morning thinking the traffic would be next to nothing going into Denver. We were on the road at 5:30 am. What I didn't take into account were drunk drivers on their way home from late-night partying.
Driving on I-25, just past the Wyoming/Colorado border, before 6am, there was very little traffic. It was wonderful. Until I saw the car swerving in my rear view mirror. I slowed way down and got over as far as I could when it passed me. Sadly, the truck in front of me did not. The drunk hit the truck. The truck spun wildly. I slammed on my brakes, watched the truck come to a stop in the median. Thankfully the guy was able to walk and was only "banged" up. I stayed with the man until the Highway Patrol arrived. The drunk driver was never caught.
So anyway, I now have a horrible phobia of driving into Denver. Face it, I live in a town with a population of 10,000 and 3/4 of that is senior citizens. It's slow. Fast paced city driving is not my thing anymore.
Dad had two strokes last October. Thankfully they were mild and he's doing just fine. I needed to get there but I couldn't drive. We took Amtrak because I was able to get a cheap sleeper car. Thomas and I stayed almost three weeks while dad was recovering. Thank goodness for homeschooling, we just packed it up and did school in his living room. But...I couldn't drive.
So here I am. I'm afraid to drive into the city of Denver. My health isn't the greatest which makes long-distance driving miserable. I'm broke and can't fly. My dad will suffer as a result.
I feel like a heel. I also would like a little fun money to do some fun things this summer. If we went to Denver, that fun money is gone forever.
This was a tough choice. I'll probably feel guilty over it until my dying day. Ugh.
My dad will turn 80 at the end of the month. Dad lives two days away from me. My tough decision is that I decided not to go "home" for his birthday.
He won't be alone on his birthday, my sister and one or both of her kids will be there. Still, my son and I should be there to help him celebrate because it is such a big deal. I worry that my dad will feel let down. I worry that by not attending, I am teaching my son to not be supportive of family.
On the other hand, every single time I go somewhere it is to visit dad. Period. Okay, we went to South Carolina last November only because my husband was working there and his company paid for my son and I to fly out, for the motel, and for our rental car.
Every year I spend hundreds of dollars getting to Denver and back. Three times in the past eight years we have gone to Indiana with my dad, my sister and her kids. Dad grew up in Indiana and he wanted us to attend his family reunions. Even though we were in dad's car, he paid for gas and motels, I still spent hundreds of dollars on the trips.
I don't mean to sound unappreciated. I loved our trips to Hoosier land very much. I loved meeting family, renewing some relationships, and seeing the country. I loved, even more, the trip down memory lane -- going on a family vacation with dad. It took me back to my childhood. I loved his stories. I loved finding ancestors' graves. I loved researching our genealogy. I also love going to dad's house, cleaning for him. (I am always cleaning for him!)
Now we are a one-income family. I used to be a professional bringing in a nice salary. In fact, I was the sole support of this family while my husband went back to school for his degree. Now I feel it's more important to be mom and teacher. With that, I knew money would be tight. It is, we make due, and have a good life. Nothing extravagant, but our needs are met.
We have some major projects we have to do. We need a new roof. We need some new windows. We need to evaluate our transportation and update. Money, money, money.
Here comes the guilt. I am putting my needs before that of my dad's.
From a different perspective, traveling is difficult for me. In the summer, my right leg swells up terribly. Who knows why. The doctor gave me water pills. It is painful and uncomfortable. It takes two days to drive to dad's. We cannot afford airline tickets. Amtrak is five hours away and due to my leg, I cannot sleep in coach for one night or I wouldn't be able to walk the next day. When we take Amtrak to Denver, I get a room in a sleeper car. I'm a good shopper and it's usually cheap. Not in the summer. Can't afford it now. Last summer I drove us down. My leg was swollen the whole visit. It was a long haul and I was physically exhausted and in pain.
I also have a little phobia. I hate driving into Denver. Really, I hate it. The last three times I've driven in, we've experienced scary situations. Once, I was driving on I-25 and a car entered and almost drove right into me. I couldn't get over because of traffic. I shook violently. It was very close at high speeds. Another time, I was driving down 6th Ave with what I would consider "medium" traffic. Top a hill and right in my lane is a mattress! I had to slam on my brakes and I was barely able to get out of the lane. I have had nightmares over that mattress.
Finally, the worst was our visit last June. Hating driving into Denver as I do, I went a different route. We drove through South Dakota and Wyoming. (Took my son to see my inlaws.) We spent the night at a friend's house in Cheyenne. I got up at 5 am on a Sunday morning thinking the traffic would be next to nothing going into Denver. We were on the road at 5:30 am. What I didn't take into account were drunk drivers on their way home from late-night partying.
Driving on I-25, just past the Wyoming/Colorado border, before 6am, there was very little traffic. It was wonderful. Until I saw the car swerving in my rear view mirror. I slowed way down and got over as far as I could when it passed me. Sadly, the truck in front of me did not. The drunk hit the truck. The truck spun wildly. I slammed on my brakes, watched the truck come to a stop in the median. Thankfully the guy was able to walk and was only "banged" up. I stayed with the man until the Highway Patrol arrived. The drunk driver was never caught.
So anyway, I now have a horrible phobia of driving into Denver. Face it, I live in a town with a population of 10,000 and 3/4 of that is senior citizens. It's slow. Fast paced city driving is not my thing anymore.
Dad had two strokes last October. Thankfully they were mild and he's doing just fine. I needed to get there but I couldn't drive. We took Amtrak because I was able to get a cheap sleeper car. Thomas and I stayed almost three weeks while dad was recovering. Thank goodness for homeschooling, we just packed it up and did school in his living room. But...I couldn't drive.
So here I am. I'm afraid to drive into the city of Denver. My health isn't the greatest which makes long-distance driving miserable. I'm broke and can't fly. My dad will suffer as a result.
I feel like a heel. I also would like a little fun money to do some fun things this summer. If we went to Denver, that fun money is gone forever.
This was a tough choice. I'll probably feel guilty over it until my dying day. Ugh.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Finally
I am happy to report that tonight, at 8:06 pm, we officially finished 4th grade. (We had to finish one leg of the standardized test and did it after supper.)
Whew. Thomas is excited for summer break and bouncing off the walls.
Mom will take a good two weeks (at least) to recover from the school year.
It was a good year.
Mom's opinion on the best thing we did this year: Make a school room. Although we still do a lot at the kitchen table, having it all in one spot was wonderful. The sense of ownership my son felt with the room (he applied the decorations, helped clean and organize) was well worth it.
Thomas thought the best thing we did this school year was our early-November trip to South Carolina. (This comes in as a very close second for me.)
Worst thing this year: ??? Neither Thomas nor I can come up with anything.
Things I'll change for next year: Well, this is a no brainer. With two years under my belt, I know that we will do a few weeks of summer school so that we can take off a few weeks in the spring. Spring and cabin fever hits hard in Minnesota and in February and March, I am climbing the walls.
I can't believe my baby is now a fifth grader. Where does time go!
Whew. Thomas is excited for summer break and bouncing off the walls.
Mom will take a good two weeks (at least) to recover from the school year.
It was a good year.
Mom's opinion on the best thing we did this year: Make a school room. Although we still do a lot at the kitchen table, having it all in one spot was wonderful. The sense of ownership my son felt with the room (he applied the decorations, helped clean and organize) was well worth it.
Thomas thought the best thing we did this school year was our early-November trip to South Carolina. (This comes in as a very close second for me.)
Worst thing this year: ??? Neither Thomas nor I can come up with anything.
Things I'll change for next year: Well, this is a no brainer. With two years under my belt, I know that we will do a few weeks of summer school so that we can take off a few weeks in the spring. Spring and cabin fever hits hard in Minnesota and in February and March, I am climbing the walls.
I can't believe my baby is now a fifth grader. Where does time go!
Monday, May 29, 2006
How did they do it?
I want to know how people survived before central air. I'm dead serious.
This weekend we took down five of our kitchen windows, stripped them down to bare wood, and managed to get a primer coat on. Then we put the windows back on because it is supposed to rain tonight.
In the meanwhile, our air conditioner kept flipping the circuit breaker off and we decided not to run it until having it serviced -- hopefully tomorrow. And it would have been stupid to run it anyway with the windows off.
Of course, as my luck has been running, it was in the 90s here this weekend. Humidity was well above 60.
I am beat. I have a problem with my right ankle and in the heat it swells. I cannot get a shoe on tonight it is so swollen. I am drenched. The house is hotter than outside, even though I went out and bought two fans. Every time I move I sweat like a pig.
Last night to cool off and relax, I sat in front of a fan doing Sudokus. I started feeling cool and so I moved the fan. It was tolerable. Then I checked the thermometer: 92 degrees. In the house.
I am a wimp. I keep the thermometer at 70-72 year round. WHINE!
When we watched the parade this morning, I was so wet from heat/sun that I thought I might pass out. I don't know how much water I drank, but it was quite a bit. I did notice that all the people around me were also sweating, so that made me feel a little less -- well, whiney.
I feel very childish complaining about the heat. I mean, there is are a lot worse things in life to endure. I guess I can fall back on the medical condition: heat-induced edema, I believe the doctor called it. I was told to stay out of the heat. I keep thinking of my mother, at my age, who had to turn her oven on and bake every day in the hot summer heat. I think of my grandparents and ancestors who had to wear more clothes than we do today. Ugh.
Then my thoughts turn back toward my windows. It's supposed to be dry here tomorrow through Friday. So DH will take them back off, we'll finish the frames and put a couple coats of paint on the windows themselves and then have eight more to worry about. I'm hoping for 70ish weather this week so we can get it done. It was so hot we seemed to be working in slow motion this weekend.
On a less whiney note, I wanted to share this. I haven't blogged a lot because I didn't have a lot to talk about in the homeschool realm. I have always tried to keep this pretty much on the topic of homeschooling. Well, that's going to be impossible this summer. So I'm going to blog about life in general, hopefully throwing something homeschool related in here and there through the summer. In fall I'll be back to mostly homeschool stuff again.
My hat is off to whomever invented central air conditioning. Hopefully ours will be up and running tomorrow which in turn will help my ankle/leg get back to its normal size which in turn will make it easier for me to actually walk and get things done in a more timely and less hobbled manner.
This weekend we took down five of our kitchen windows, stripped them down to bare wood, and managed to get a primer coat on. Then we put the windows back on because it is supposed to rain tonight.
In the meanwhile, our air conditioner kept flipping the circuit breaker off and we decided not to run it until having it serviced -- hopefully tomorrow. And it would have been stupid to run it anyway with the windows off.
Of course, as my luck has been running, it was in the 90s here this weekend. Humidity was well above 60.
I am beat. I have a problem with my right ankle and in the heat it swells. I cannot get a shoe on tonight it is so swollen. I am drenched. The house is hotter than outside, even though I went out and bought two fans. Every time I move I sweat like a pig.
Last night to cool off and relax, I sat in front of a fan doing Sudokus. I started feeling cool and so I moved the fan. It was tolerable. Then I checked the thermometer: 92 degrees. In the house.
I am a wimp. I keep the thermometer at 70-72 year round. WHINE!
When we watched the parade this morning, I was so wet from heat/sun that I thought I might pass out. I don't know how much water I drank, but it was quite a bit. I did notice that all the people around me were also sweating, so that made me feel a little less -- well, whiney.
I feel very childish complaining about the heat. I mean, there is are a lot worse things in life to endure. I guess I can fall back on the medical condition: heat-induced edema, I believe the doctor called it. I was told to stay out of the heat. I keep thinking of my mother, at my age, who had to turn her oven on and bake every day in the hot summer heat. I think of my grandparents and ancestors who had to wear more clothes than we do today. Ugh.
Then my thoughts turn back toward my windows. It's supposed to be dry here tomorrow through Friday. So DH will take them back off, we'll finish the frames and put a couple coats of paint on the windows themselves and then have eight more to worry about. I'm hoping for 70ish weather this week so we can get it done. It was so hot we seemed to be working in slow motion this weekend.
On a less whiney note, I wanted to share this. I haven't blogged a lot because I didn't have a lot to talk about in the homeschool realm. I have always tried to keep this pretty much on the topic of homeschooling. Well, that's going to be impossible this summer. So I'm going to blog about life in general, hopefully throwing something homeschool related in here and there through the summer. In fall I'll be back to mostly homeschool stuff again.
My hat is off to whomever invented central air conditioning. Hopefully ours will be up and running tomorrow which in turn will help my ankle/leg get back to its normal size which in turn will make it easier for me to actually walk and get things done in a more timely and less hobbled manner.
Memorial Day
Today my son marched in his very first parade, our town's small Memorial Day parade. He marched with his Cub Scouts pack. I'd share a picture but our camera's batteries died right as my husband was about to snap the photo.
I had many thoughts racing through my head as we arrived at the landing area then watched the parade.
My first thought was this was way too small of a parade. The whole lineup was way too short. Our local military personnel were at the front of the line followed by three cars of VFWs. A troop of Girl Scouts was next, the local Boy Scouts, then the Cub Scouts. The local high school marching band ended the parade. It passed by us in about two minutes. It is too bad the parade was so "small." These people deserve so much more.
My husband and I discussed the fact this was the first time we ever attended the Memorial Day parade. This should be the parade we always attend to show support of our troops and those who fought for us in the past. My husband and I both have fathers who are veterans of World War II. We should know to say thank you and show support. I pledge to attend the parades from here on out.
As I looked at all our young military men and women in their uniforms, I kept uttering the mantra "I can support the troops but not the war" in my head. Over and over I repeated that thought.
Last week a local serviceman was killed in Iraq at a roadside bombing. There was a prayer and moment of silence for him at the flag ceremony following the parade. My heart ached for him, his family and friends.
Lastly, I cannot help but mention how many homeschoolers I saw. There weren't a lot of children at the parade or at the ceremony. Most of them were in scouts. Except for the homeschoolers. I was amazed at the turnout of homeschoolers.
I couldn't help but think about the differences between me and the other homeschoolers. I was there to support my country, the troops, all people who have served in the military, my ancestors who were veterans, and my son. I was not there to support a war. In the back of my mind I kept thinking about the homeschoolers I saw. Many are the type that have signed photos of President Bush displayed in their homes. Yes, I've seen the photos. They are the type that support the war. I am not.
It made me glad to live in a country where we can have differences of opinions, but sad, too. Even though I feel they're wrong, I support their freedom of choice. On the other hand, they are constantly belittling and condemning the liberals. Liberals are not patriotic. Liberals are flag burners. Liberals are evil. Yes, I have heard these comments from fellow homeschoolers. While I am not really a liberal, I am a moderate, I am a liberal in their eyes. I believe in freedom of choice. I just want to say that liberals are not evil, and that yes, liberals can be patriotic. Very patriotic.
Thank you to all our service people, past and present.
I had many thoughts racing through my head as we arrived at the landing area then watched the parade.
My first thought was this was way too small of a parade. The whole lineup was way too short. Our local military personnel were at the front of the line followed by three cars of VFWs. A troop of Girl Scouts was next, the local Boy Scouts, then the Cub Scouts. The local high school marching band ended the parade. It passed by us in about two minutes. It is too bad the parade was so "small." These people deserve so much more.
My husband and I discussed the fact this was the first time we ever attended the Memorial Day parade. This should be the parade we always attend to show support of our troops and those who fought for us in the past. My husband and I both have fathers who are veterans of World War II. We should know to say thank you and show support. I pledge to attend the parades from here on out.
As I looked at all our young military men and women in their uniforms, I kept uttering the mantra "I can support the troops but not the war" in my head. Over and over I repeated that thought.
Last week a local serviceman was killed in Iraq at a roadside bombing. There was a prayer and moment of silence for him at the flag ceremony following the parade. My heart ached for him, his family and friends.
Lastly, I cannot help but mention how many homeschoolers I saw. There weren't a lot of children at the parade or at the ceremony. Most of them were in scouts. Except for the homeschoolers. I was amazed at the turnout of homeschoolers.
I couldn't help but think about the differences between me and the other homeschoolers. I was there to support my country, the troops, all people who have served in the military, my ancestors who were veterans, and my son. I was not there to support a war. In the back of my mind I kept thinking about the homeschoolers I saw. Many are the type that have signed photos of President Bush displayed in their homes. Yes, I've seen the photos. They are the type that support the war. I am not.
It made me glad to live in a country where we can have differences of opinions, but sad, too. Even though I feel they're wrong, I support their freedom of choice. On the other hand, they are constantly belittling and condemning the liberals. Liberals are not patriotic. Liberals are flag burners. Liberals are evil. Yes, I have heard these comments from fellow homeschoolers. While I am not really a liberal, I am a moderate, I am a liberal in their eyes. I believe in freedom of choice. I just want to say that liberals are not evil, and that yes, liberals can be patriotic. Very patriotic.
Thank you to all our service people, past and present.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Need a free spelling program?
Everyday Spelling by Scott Foresman/Pearson has a new program. Their entire 1st - 8th grade spelling lists are online. There are also practice review tests that are identical to the type found on the CAT5 standardized test! Excellent practice if you need it. Trust me, we need it.
Granted, it is not the entire program. But free graded spelling lists? Free practice tests? Why not!
I still love Sequential Spelling, but I'm really torn. My son is not a good speller. He does really well with Sequential Spelling, but I think that I'm going to give him a spelling list from Everyday spelling every week just for more practice or more variety.
Granted, it is not the entire program. But free graded spelling lists? Free practice tests? Why not!
I still love Sequential Spelling, but I'm really torn. My son is not a good speller. He does really well with Sequential Spelling, but I think that I'm going to give him a spelling list from Everyday spelling every week just for more practice or more variety.
Saturday, May 20, 2006
after all that planning. . .
My son comes up to me tonight and says, "Mom, will you please buy Switched on Schoolhouse for science for next year? Please?"
He did that in third grade and loved it. We talked about the fact that it is a Christian curriculum. He said, "Well, mom, we are Christians, after all." Yeah, you're right, we're the nonchurch-going, nonpreaching, myob type. lol
Okay. Switched on Schoolhouse for science it is. That will make my life a whole lot easier.
He did that in third grade and loved it. We talked about the fact that it is a Christian curriculum. He said, "Well, mom, we are Christians, after all." Yeah, you're right, we're the nonchurch-going, nonpreaching, myob type. lol
Okay. Switched on Schoolhouse for science it is. That will make my life a whole lot easier.
Bluch
Double-ear infection, sinusitis, and bronchitis. My whining is justified, cough-cough.
With all that, school got done this week. Friday was a very light day with reading and writing, but the writing took a long time. We also went to the library. (And of course I run into another homeschooler when I am coughing like a maniac, I am wearing NO makeup, my hair is pulled back and I look like an idiot.) Isn't that just peachy? lol
Our standardized test arrived in today's mail, so we'll be doing our test prep book next week and possibly starting the testing or waiting until the following week. I think Thomas will do very well again this year with the exception of spelling.
I have continued with my planning spree. I think that I am actually going to follow The Well-Trained Mind's suggestion for the Reader's Digest How It Works series of science books. I think we'll do How the Earth Works and How Science Works next year. If we do, we'll have to do science every single day because there is a lot of info in those books and a whole school year would be more adequate to cover everything in one book. My library had two books in that series, of course not the two I want to do next year, but my husband and I looked them over last night. We both think they jump around a lot and don't give a lot of supporting information. My kiddo is one who reads something on science and says: MORE. I think it will work, though.
We're going to do three Hakim books next year. Book 4, 5 and 6. We'll cover 4 and 5 the first semester and book 6 the second semester. I am toying with the idea of joining audible.com and getting the books on CD. Okay, so I have no idea how to download an audio file, let alone how to make a CD from the download. I am so behind the times. It's high-time I learn!
I'll be buying SOTW II on CD.
That's it for now, I'm ready for a long nap.
With all that, school got done this week. Friday was a very light day with reading and writing, but the writing took a long time. We also went to the library. (And of course I run into another homeschooler when I am coughing like a maniac, I am wearing NO makeup, my hair is pulled back and I look like an idiot.) Isn't that just peachy? lol
Our standardized test arrived in today's mail, so we'll be doing our test prep book next week and possibly starting the testing or waiting until the following week. I think Thomas will do very well again this year with the exception of spelling.
I have continued with my planning spree. I think that I am actually going to follow The Well-Trained Mind's suggestion for the Reader's Digest How It Works series of science books. I think we'll do How the Earth Works and How Science Works next year. If we do, we'll have to do science every single day because there is a lot of info in those books and a whole school year would be more adequate to cover everything in one book. My library had two books in that series, of course not the two I want to do next year, but my husband and I looked them over last night. We both think they jump around a lot and don't give a lot of supporting information. My kiddo is one who reads something on science and says: MORE. I think it will work, though.
We're going to do three Hakim books next year. Book 4, 5 and 6. We'll cover 4 and 5 the first semester and book 6 the second semester. I am toying with the idea of joining audible.com and getting the books on CD. Okay, so I have no idea how to download an audio file, let alone how to make a CD from the download. I am so behind the times. It's high-time I learn!
I'll be buying SOTW II on CD.
That's it for now, I'm ready for a long nap.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Tell me why!
Tell me why I love planning so much?
Tell me why I spend hours planning next year's school, finishing it, and then:
completely change my mind.
Tell me why I do this. I am going to have to quit blaming my gray hair on my husband and son and owning up: I do it to myself.
I suppose it's best that I change my mind now rather than jump ship mid-year.
Oy!
Tell me why I spend hours planning next year's school, finishing it, and then:
completely change my mind.
Tell me why I do this. I am going to have to quit blaming my gray hair on my husband and son and owning up: I do it to myself.
I suppose it's best that I change my mind now rather than jump ship mid-year.
Oy!
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Our Rainbow Day
I am still very sick. I think I have both of the viruses that are going around right now. I am not a happy camper.
When I woke up this morning, I was craving a fountain pop. (For you southerners, that's a soda or Coke, but of the diet persuasion.) I love that whole pop/soda/Coke debate -- I'm a pop girl. Anyway, I decided to take Thomas through McDonald's drive-thru so I could get a pop. Of course I had to get an Egg McMuffin, too, and hoped it would nourish me not make me any sicker. (I was fine.) Thomas was delighted to get some pancakes. (Okay, don't tell my husband, but we did this yesterday morning, too.)
So on the way to McD's, we saw the biggest, brightest, most beautiful and complete rainbow! It was one of the prettiest rainbows I had seen in years. We even pulled over just to look at it. We started talking about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I told Thomas that I had a feeling today was going to be a lucky day. I was just sure good things were going to happen.
We ate, we schooled, I took a nap while Thomas read a stack of Titanic books, we schooled some more. When we finished school, Thomas told me I was wrong, that it had not been a lucky day after all. I reminded him it was only 4:00 and the day was not over.
My husband came home from work and took Thomas to play basketball. On the way out the door, he whispered in my ear that he was going to stop and buy Thomas a new bike on the way home with the last of our income tax return money. I just smiled.
Thomas came home thrilled, jumping up and down, yelling, "Mom, mom, come look!" DH had to do something before he could get the bike out of the van. I went out to the van, pulled the bike out and Thomas jumped on. He did not have his helmet on. He rode down our driveway, hit the brakes and the back wheel was off the ground, the bike was flying up, he was flying off -- luckily he didn't get hurt. His eyes were huge, he ran to the house and emerged with his helmet. It's tricky learning a new bike. Especially one with 21 gears. And shocks. Gosh, I loved my plain-Jane banana-seat bike in the 70s, I wouldn't have known what to do with all those gears.
So it was Thomas's lucky day. And he reminded me of that. "Mom, you were right!"
The day still was not over. It gets even better.
While Thomas was riding his bike, I checked the mailbox. I about took a spill when I went through our mail. Mixed in the stack of bills was a check from my doctor's office. Last fall I had a mamogram and for some strange reason the insurance company refused to pay for it. They sent special forms for my husband to fill out and send back but he didn't. They sent the forms each month for three months and my husband didn't do anything. So I paid the bill, then threw a fit telling my husband he needed to take care of my insurance. Actually I threw more than a fit. ;-) I had totally forgotten about paying the $365.
So my lucky day was getting an unexpected check in the mail for $365. Wow, now I have gas money to go visit family this summer! I showed the check to my husband and told him it's going into MY account for our summer gas fund. Of course he had no objections, tee hee.
I don't really believe in luck. I think things just happen. If I believed in luck, today definitely was our lucky day.
When I woke up this morning, I was craving a fountain pop. (For you southerners, that's a soda or Coke, but of the diet persuasion.) I love that whole pop/soda/Coke debate -- I'm a pop girl. Anyway, I decided to take Thomas through McDonald's drive-thru so I could get a pop. Of course I had to get an Egg McMuffin, too, and hoped it would nourish me not make me any sicker. (I was fine.) Thomas was delighted to get some pancakes. (Okay, don't tell my husband, but we did this yesterday morning, too.)
So on the way to McD's, we saw the biggest, brightest, most beautiful and complete rainbow! It was one of the prettiest rainbows I had seen in years. We even pulled over just to look at it. We started talking about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I told Thomas that I had a feeling today was going to be a lucky day. I was just sure good things were going to happen.
We ate, we schooled, I took a nap while Thomas read a stack of Titanic books, we schooled some more. When we finished school, Thomas told me I was wrong, that it had not been a lucky day after all. I reminded him it was only 4:00 and the day was not over.
My husband came home from work and took Thomas to play basketball. On the way out the door, he whispered in my ear that he was going to stop and buy Thomas a new bike on the way home with the last of our income tax return money. I just smiled.
Thomas came home thrilled, jumping up and down, yelling, "Mom, mom, come look!" DH had to do something before he could get the bike out of the van. I went out to the van, pulled the bike out and Thomas jumped on. He did not have his helmet on. He rode down our driveway, hit the brakes and the back wheel was off the ground, the bike was flying up, he was flying off -- luckily he didn't get hurt. His eyes were huge, he ran to the house and emerged with his helmet. It's tricky learning a new bike. Especially one with 21 gears. And shocks. Gosh, I loved my plain-Jane banana-seat bike in the 70s, I wouldn't have known what to do with all those gears.
So it was Thomas's lucky day. And he reminded me of that. "Mom, you were right!"
The day still was not over. It gets even better.
While Thomas was riding his bike, I checked the mailbox. I about took a spill when I went through our mail. Mixed in the stack of bills was a check from my doctor's office. Last fall I had a mamogram and for some strange reason the insurance company refused to pay for it. They sent special forms for my husband to fill out and send back but he didn't. They sent the forms each month for three months and my husband didn't do anything. So I paid the bill, then threw a fit telling my husband he needed to take care of my insurance. Actually I threw more than a fit. ;-) I had totally forgotten about paying the $365.
So my lucky day was getting an unexpected check in the mail for $365. Wow, now I have gas money to go visit family this summer! I showed the check to my husband and told him it's going into MY account for our summer gas fund. Of course he had no objections, tee hee.
I don't really believe in luck. I think things just happen. If I believed in luck, today definitely was our lucky day.
Writing
Two days ago I made a general list of everything we've done this year in sort of a portfolio form. One thing severely lacking was writing. Time to step up to the plate, ignoring my wait until 5th grade to start theory.
Yesterday I taught my son to use the four-square writing method. He wrote a really nice paragraph for me using that method. Next I decided we'd tweak it a bit and do a five-paragraph story using the same method. What I thought would be quick wasn't. I was so mad at myself. Why didn't I make him do more than journal this year. He did write a few stories on his Alphasmart this year, but bad mom.
In the afternoon after we'd done other things, I decided to get out our Writing Trails in American History book. We went through the example chapter and then I had him start the lesson on Paul Revere. It took forever for him to look three words up in the dictionary and put them in his own words in the book. Again, it took forever to look up those same words in the thesaurus and come up with the new words for the book. Yikes. Oh, he has dictionary skills. He's been using both a dictionary and thesaurus for the past year. His mind just wanders when he does things he doesn't like.
Next he had to do the key-word outline. That went very well. I was surprised.
Finally he had to do a rough draft report. He finished half and then we had to leave for scouts.
This morning I got out the book first thing. Whine, groan, moan. Immediately. Once he got his attitude adjusted (mom stating it's the law, kid, you have to - lol) he set out to work. He finished the rough draft. Since this was his first, I went through it with a green marker -- he loves green and I don't want him to fear red -- with him. Not too many corrections. Very nice sentence structure. Wow, I was very impressed. We then discussed two sentences that could have been worded better. Off he went to make his final draft.
Wow, Thomas, knock your mother's socks off. He did an excellent job. His handwriting, which is so painful for him, was beautiful. Spelling was all perfect. I couldn't be happier.
I think we'll work right through this book because I think it will be a great confidence booster. It teaches him how to put things in his own words, how to do a key-word outline, how to organize, how to use synonyms. I think it's a great start for my boy who doesn't like to write.
My only beef with the book is that if you want to use it with your American history curriculum, it moves so slowly that it would be nearly impossible to use.
Next year we are going to be heavy on writing instruction. I had planned that anyway, but I see the need to write in every subject as well as to write for fun.
Yesterday I taught my son to use the four-square writing method. He wrote a really nice paragraph for me using that method. Next I decided we'd tweak it a bit and do a five-paragraph story using the same method. What I thought would be quick wasn't. I was so mad at myself. Why didn't I make him do more than journal this year. He did write a few stories on his Alphasmart this year, but bad mom.
In the afternoon after we'd done other things, I decided to get out our Writing Trails in American History book. We went through the example chapter and then I had him start the lesson on Paul Revere. It took forever for him to look three words up in the dictionary and put them in his own words in the book. Again, it took forever to look up those same words in the thesaurus and come up with the new words for the book. Yikes. Oh, he has dictionary skills. He's been using both a dictionary and thesaurus for the past year. His mind just wanders when he does things he doesn't like.
Next he had to do the key-word outline. That went very well. I was surprised.
Finally he had to do a rough draft report. He finished half and then we had to leave for scouts.
This morning I got out the book first thing. Whine, groan, moan. Immediately. Once he got his attitude adjusted (mom stating it's the law, kid, you have to - lol) he set out to work. He finished the rough draft. Since this was his first, I went through it with a green marker -- he loves green and I don't want him to fear red -- with him. Not too many corrections. Very nice sentence structure. Wow, I was very impressed. We then discussed two sentences that could have been worded better. Off he went to make his final draft.
Wow, Thomas, knock your mother's socks off. He did an excellent job. His handwriting, which is so painful for him, was beautiful. Spelling was all perfect. I couldn't be happier.
I think we'll work right through this book because I think it will be a great confidence booster. It teaches him how to put things in his own words, how to do a key-word outline, how to organize, how to use synonyms. I think it's a great start for my boy who doesn't like to write.
My only beef with the book is that if you want to use it with your American history curriculum, it moves so slowly that it would be nearly impossible to use.
Next year we are going to be heavy on writing instruction. I had planned that anyway, but I see the need to write in every subject as well as to write for fun.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Oh, Monday
Oh, what a Monday it is. I'm sick. I'm a whiner when I'm sick. Everything aches. I can't breathe. I just want to lie down. And I will. There, end of whine.
We managed to do school today despite my whines, moans, groans, the distracting sounds of constantly blowing my nose and my constant complaints. My poor son!
Yesterday, while whining, I was able to finish up my plans for our next school year. Just a little tweaking and I'm going to start ordering.
On a quick break today, I found some more wonderful teacher guides.
Sea World Animal Teacher Guides.
I have nothing earth-shattering to blog about. Nothing interesting. Okay, well, I found that Bill Maher has a TV show on one of the subscription channels and I laughed myself silly watching him last night. I missed Politically Incorrect. So now I'm going to have to search the online TV guide to find when he's on next and which channel it was.
That's it. I'm assigning some books to read and a book report to write. When Thomas is well on his way, I'm curling up. ZZZZZZZ
We managed to do school today despite my whines, moans, groans, the distracting sounds of constantly blowing my nose and my constant complaints. My poor son!
Yesterday, while whining, I was able to finish up my plans for our next school year. Just a little tweaking and I'm going to start ordering.
On a quick break today, I found some more wonderful teacher guides.
Sea World Animal Teacher Guides.
I have nothing earth-shattering to blog about. Nothing interesting. Okay, well, I found that Bill Maher has a TV show on one of the subscription channels and I laughed myself silly watching him last night. I missed Politically Incorrect. So now I'm going to have to search the online TV guide to find when he's on next and which channel it was.
That's it. I'm assigning some books to read and a book report to write. When Thomas is well on his way, I'm curling up. ZZZZZZZ
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