I'm thinking of taking some classes online next year. Do you know I only have four semesters of college? I didn't know what I was doing the first time around. I mean, for goodness' sake I was only seventeen when I started school. Who knows how much of those semesters is worth anything now.
Anyway, I've been thinking of how old I would want the kids to be before I start back, but someone reminded me today that online classes are available. Wouldn't that be funny if the kids and I were all doing our schoolwork at the same time?
I wonder what I would study? English, literature, psychology, biblical studies, history...I really don't know. Some of you know me pretty well...what's your opinion?
Monday, August 24, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
anonymity (spellcheck)
Who new anyone would still be reading? Thanks, friends.
Last night I saw Taming of the Shrew at Shakespeare in the Park, by myself. I've found in the past three years that this is something I really enjoy seeing on my own. Not many people love Shakespeare, and I've always done a pretty decent job at interpreting his quirky language. I like to go early with a book and some dinner and enjoy the anonymity of sitting in a crowd where no one (usually) knows me. Sometimes I wonder what they think when they see me. Do they see someone who is enjoying her time alone? Or do they think, "poor girl, no one to talk to". Do you ever wonder what impressions strangers have of you? It's just a curiosity. Do they look at your clothes? your stuff? your expressions? When my kids aren't there to define me, my husband, my friends, my church, my hobbies...how do you judge a book WITHOUT a cover?
Last night I saw Taming of the Shrew at Shakespeare in the Park, by myself. I've found in the past three years that this is something I really enjoy seeing on my own. Not many people love Shakespeare, and I've always done a pretty decent job at interpreting his quirky language. I like to go early with a book and some dinner and enjoy the anonymity of sitting in a crowd where no one (usually) knows me. Sometimes I wonder what they think when they see me. Do they see someone who is enjoying her time alone? Or do they think, "poor girl, no one to talk to". Do you ever wonder what impressions strangers have of you? It's just a curiosity. Do they look at your clothes? your stuff? your expressions? When my kids aren't there to define me, my husband, my friends, my church, my hobbies...how do you judge a book WITHOUT a cover?
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
so long, so long
Wow, more than four months since I've posted anything (or checked anyone else's blog...sorry!)
Still, here I am, mostly out of boredom. The quick update is that my health is finally, truly stable. The summer was full of VBS planning. Now we're back in the school thing. My world the past couple of weeks has consisted of mathematics, a daydreaming eight year old, an extremely talkative ten year old, laundry, dishes, a couple of books, and other various daily chores. Facebook has become my link to the outer world.
Can you tell I'm a little bored? I feel kind of bad about that. I mean, I'm a homeschooling mom, for Pete's sake. I chose to be in this house for more hours than most of my friends are in theirs. I try to remind myself that our out-of-the-house school routine hasn't started yet (PE, tutorial, girl and cub scouts, c'group), so things will probably get better in a couple of weeks. I'll probably be ready to kill for some quiet time at home by then!
Anyway, I guess I'm here because I've missed writing. I didn't even know until just now. I like the way it feels to tap away at my laptop, writing a continuous train of thought.
I find it hard to be fully mom and fully me at the same time. Writing is part of me, not the mom. So when I'm tired of being the mom (you know what I mean), then I crave more me time. So I've shopped, been to the movies, dressed like a teenager, and now I'm writing. For some reason it feels dark and secretive to write. I like that part of myself, even though I know it's utter nonsense to think that the fact that I like to write has to be kept a secret. Where did I ever pick up that idea? My counselor has some theories...
Maybe I ought to be giving updates on my kids, or my husband, or church life, or my many crafty projects. But instead, I just feel like being the "other" me, just for a few minutes.
See, now I'm done. I can get Jane's clothes out of the dryer, put clean sheets on the bed, clear the table for the new family puzzle we'll start tonight, and go to Shoney's with my folks for dinner. I can be...
you know what I really am? A social introvert. Not a term Myers-Briggs has, but I made up up for myself. So I'm off to be social and interact with the real world.
If you read this far, you must be a true friend.
Still, here I am, mostly out of boredom. The quick update is that my health is finally, truly stable. The summer was full of VBS planning. Now we're back in the school thing. My world the past couple of weeks has consisted of mathematics, a daydreaming eight year old, an extremely talkative ten year old, laundry, dishes, a couple of books, and other various daily chores. Facebook has become my link to the outer world.
Can you tell I'm a little bored? I feel kind of bad about that. I mean, I'm a homeschooling mom, for Pete's sake. I chose to be in this house for more hours than most of my friends are in theirs. I try to remind myself that our out-of-the-house school routine hasn't started yet (PE, tutorial, girl and cub scouts, c'group), so things will probably get better in a couple of weeks. I'll probably be ready to kill for some quiet time at home by then!
Anyway, I guess I'm here because I've missed writing. I didn't even know until just now. I like the way it feels to tap away at my laptop, writing a continuous train of thought.
I find it hard to be fully mom and fully me at the same time. Writing is part of me, not the mom. So when I'm tired of being the mom (you know what I mean), then I crave more me time. So I've shopped, been to the movies, dressed like a teenager, and now I'm writing. For some reason it feels dark and secretive to write. I like that part of myself, even though I know it's utter nonsense to think that the fact that I like to write has to be kept a secret. Where did I ever pick up that idea? My counselor has some theories...
Maybe I ought to be giving updates on my kids, or my husband, or church life, or my many crafty projects. But instead, I just feel like being the "other" me, just for a few minutes.
See, now I'm done. I can get Jane's clothes out of the dryer, put clean sheets on the bed, clear the table for the new family puzzle we'll start tonight, and go to Shoney's with my folks for dinner. I can be...
you know what I really am? A social introvert. Not a term Myers-Briggs has, but I made up up for myself. So I'm off to be social and interact with the real world.
If you read this far, you must be a true friend.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
M.I.A.
Well, clearly I have not disappeared. But I must confess to you, Blogspot, that I've been seeing someone else...Facebook.
If you have a blog, please forgive me. I have not looked at blogs in at least a month. I'll catch up soon.
If you have a blog, please forgive me. I have not looked at blogs in at least a month. I'll catch up soon.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
play time
It's Friday. The power is out in the neighborhood for some reason. I'm tapping away at a solitaire game on the laptop while the kids have toys spread out in the living room. I start hearing bits and pieces of their playing and realize nothing could be more impossible to follow. When I start taking notes, there's something going on with Indiana Jones, Anakin Skywalker, and the Secret Service.
J:He disguises himself as a gold miner
S:Be ready for any of his tricks
J:But they don't know
S:Jane, I can play anyway I want, right mom? See?
J:I'm using this as a metal detector and also as a ghost shooter
S:Oh yeah, I have a ghost buster extreme. It can make ghosts, too. Ah, Ah, Ah.
J:What?
S:My guy has secret ammo, and he's covering it up. Look he's covering it up.
J:You said that twice you know.
S:Hey, we'll be on your team if you do one thing. Attack them
J:No, Stephen, they don't know
S:Find out where they live
J:My guys have a very odd house. No one goes up here but my guys because it was said to be haunted
S:They agreed.
J:Hi there
S:What do you want? Hey it's the kid with the freckles!
J:It's my guys
S:He attacked our place. He intruded!
J:No that's a different guy. There's another kid with freckles, he's my evil twin.
S:Get him, we'll load him in the...&*$#^@&*!!!! Get outta here you!
J:We were just going to ask you something!
S:Jane, I think your thumb is bleeding
J:No it's from my fingernail polish. We were just going to ask for passage through your lands to search for the bad guys
S:no they've joined us
J: well, can I still have passage? Stephen look...okay, pause game
silence
S:wow the game really was paused
J:okay play
S:Yaaah! Get back here!!
J:no
S:We must have more cover
Jane pretends to toss pillow onto his toys
S: Nooooooo!!!!
J: I was just joking
S: choking?
J: j-j-j-joking
S:get the police
J:we are the police
S:yeah the space police
J:well they are also the regular police
S:no!
J:I can play however I want
S:police, police someone intruded in our land! And he nearly destroyed our fort
J: (singing)do-do-do-do-do
S:do you hear me? *&^%$ aaaah, puh, kush!
J:beep beep.... no it's just a dime again
S:yo! no intruding in their land
J:according to the law you cannot arrest children
S:then I'll arrest you mom and dad
J:don't have nay
S: then I'll arrest your alien
J: he's a kid too
S: President! Can you change the law that kids can't be arrested? New law! You can arrest kids
J: That's not fair. I'm only 10
S: How old is your brother?
J:12
S:I wont' allow you todothat
J: I'm police
S: one shot of this gun can destroy your motorcycle
J: the guns are on fire!
S: Not fair!
J: yes it is
S: (shooting noises)
J:then my guys are going to the hidden mountains, and nobody else can come there
S:they'll never escape, they'll never get away with that
J: Stephen only my guys know it's not haunted
a few moments of silence
S: pretend she was stealing dinosaurs from a museum
J: tick tock...jinx! Stephen
S:Thanks. mom I have a country style clock. Guess what it says tickatockatickatocka Jinx! Jane
J: It's the government acquisition that puts me in a bad position
What else can I say?
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