Apr. 12, 2006 - It's only a first draft ~ for Oreo
Here's a little something I whipped up for my friend OreoSouza, who wanted to be here with us to see our inspecting. Um ... both the song AND the video need some work, but it turns out there's other things I'm supposed to do today. It's not a small file, 1.4 Mb, so if you're on dial up you might want to skip this one ....
The Inspector Song ~ for Oreo Souza (1.4 Mb)
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Apr. 11, 2006 - True to my word
There's a new version of Slug Mom on "my real blog". :)
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Apr. 11, 2006 - Oooh Oooh I'm famous!
Guess what?!?! All my hard work at laundry folding paid off! I've won a contest! Yes, me! And no, it's not most-slovenly mom (although I think I'm still in the running for that!) It was Eyecorn's contest for housework pictures!!!
Here's the contest entries, and there are some really cuuuute ones, so check them out. And here's the post where she announces the winners.
So, HUH! If housework pays off with fame and fortune, maybe I should do it more often?!?
OR! Instead of actually working ... maybe I should start designing a Slug Mom costume and logo! After all, she's really the one who won me this prize, it's all because of her! So I should let my housekeeping slide a bit while I work on her. Yeah, that's the ticket.
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Apr. 10, 2006 - Initial Inspection Report
The Inspectors made their first visit to my home today.
Donning our newly acquired Inspector Glasses, Inspector Nametags (complete with inspectorish names), and fake British accents and lofting our newly acquired Inspection Clipboards, each fitted with a custom inspection sheet, they headed to the living room. The head inspector noted that she needs a name and the team needs a bit more instruction and practice, especially on the accents. The head inspector's accent was, of course, impeccable.
After the inspection was concluded, the inspectors were recalled, and a custodial team sent out with the inspector's lists. Flying in the face of political correctness, the custodial team was given country bumpkin names and a fake southern drawl. The head custodian noted that the custodians need a LOT of practice with their drawls, and a bit of work on the teamwork.
At the conclusion of the custodial session, a break was called for refreshment, but pressure was kept on the accent department. Some participants were reluctant to attempt previously unknown accents, and so the curriculum was broadened to include robot-computer voice and the ever-enjoyed French Pea accent. The illusive, difficult Mr. Lunt was reserved for a more advanced level. The head custodian, in particular, had a difficult time giving up the language practice, and has continued on into the afternoon exercising her admirable skill. She even threw in some Patch the Pirate's Calliope Caper French dialect.
Unforseen difficulties to resolve before the next inspection process would be a new name for inspector #4, who did not like his fancy inspector name, and a picture-coded checklist. As a pre-literate perfectionist, Inspector #4 was very distraught at not being able to read, write, or draw pictures that met his aspirations for the task at hand. The inspector glasses, also, drew more complaint than excitement, as the ability to look over the glasses and down the nose perhaps requires longer noses. There were no wigs, white gloves, or labcoats at this time, but plans exist to expand the production as opportunity arises.
All in all, despite a few tears from Inspector #4, the experiment went well and progress was made.
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Apr. 5, 2006 - A neat little God At Work story
I only have a few minutes to write, so I'll TRY to keep this short. (stop laughing! I will!)
I've been meaning to blog about something for several days, but hadn't made time for it and hadn't decided which blog to bless with my thoughts. Ha ha. Anyway, I just hadn't gotten it *out* ... but it had to do with an issue I've been 'struggling' with ... re-evaluating ...
Without going into the issue itself, I'll just say a few years ago it seemed God was leading me in one direction, and although I never really thought he SPOKE to me, audibly, and I never felt "Convicted" that this direction was the only way, I still felt like the best way for me to honor God was to move clearly in that direction. I've still had some ups and downs with the issue, maybe because I never felt "convicted" that it was, for sure, the place to be, but then just because I didn't necessarily feel it was God saying it was the ONLY way, I still kept coming back to the conclusion that, if I was going to err, I wanted to err on the side of trying to honor Him, rather than reveling in freedom.
Well, I'm not sure you're tracking with me on this, but I'll just ramble on. So then, lately, some things that came up that caused me to second guess this whole thing. Maybe I was wrong in the first place. Maybe I was just making up things to follow. Maybe I was (gasp) legalistic? Anyway, I'd just been feeling sort of confused about it. And just sort of sitting on those feelings of confusion.
Then my daughter came to me and said she had read in the Bible and she was sort of unsure, too, about this same thing. And so I admitted that I was, too, and we decided we'd both pray about it and talk about how God answered our prayers.
Last night I went to a meeting. And one of the women there, a friend of mine, came up to me and told me, out of the blue, how encouraged she was to see me being faithful in walking this direction.
I don't know if that sounds like a little thing to you. It was huge to me. Because God heard the cry of my heart about my confusion, and he used this woman to speak to me about it. Not that she said "God says you must do this" but that she was encouraged that I was still walking that direction. Not only did He show me, through that, that *He* cares how I choose in that area, that I wasn't wrong to want to honor Him in that way to begin with ... but also that when I continue to honor Him, He encourages others. He uses me. Even in the midst of my quiet confusion.
I laughed out loud on the way home, because on one hand he didn't 'speak out loud' in a mysterious audible voice from the sky, but he DID answer me out loud, through the voice of my friend!
He also reminded me how I have spent much of my life wanting to be different; I've never really wanted to be 'one of the crowd' but wanted to stand out in my own wacky way. And He pointed out that He's given me a way to stand out, LOL. And then I want to backpedal and say, 'no no, I'll choose my own ways to stand out!'
Oh, silly Kim. If you have to / get to stand out in SOME way, let it be for seeking to honor God and live according to His Word. Wouldn't that we the best of all?
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Apr. 3, 2006 - Changing the Calendar
You know, I need a new day. I need a day in between Sunday and Monday. One to get everything done so that Monday starts well. Please don't tell me that's what Saturday is for. There are two reasons Saturday doesn't fit the bill:
- One is that Saturday is a day of play. I know, I know, Biblically there is no Day of Play Requirements, in fact, it says SIX days we should work and then observe a Sabbath Rest. But in our culture ... I've been brainwashed to think I need a day of rest.
- The other reason is because Saturday comes BEFORE Sunday, so any hard work you do on Saturday is typically undone by Sunday night.
So a new day. If people were sticklers about the 7-day week we could remove some other day, like Wednesday. Actually Thursday sounds good, lets remove Thursday. We could be uncreative and call the new day PrepDay, because that's what I need it for. To do all the work that really should be done for Monday to start smoothly. Cleaning the house, gathering up trash and recycling (Monday is our trash day), doing all the school prep, meal planning, etc ... We could work really hard on PrepDay each week, and we'd reap the benefits all the rest of the week.
So are you with me? We'll prune out Thursday and stick in PrepDay between Sunday and Monday.
Good! We'll start right away, today!
Happy First Prep Day to you!! -- It's not every day we get a new calendar!! I think we should take the day off, in honor of this momentous new day. Don't you?
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Mar. 31, 2006 - If THIS doesn't count as school for the kids ...
Maybe it counts as school for me?
Check out today's Real Blog entry for the sum of today's efforts. :)
After this I'll try to quit cross-posting to all my blogs, LOL
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Mar. 30, 2006 - Up for a Challenge?
Hey there! Please pardon my redundancy if you read my other blog... but I didn't want to miss anyone, and plus I've got this great resource I wanted to share! To make it homeschooly, just file this under Phys Ed!
Anyone want to join me in April for another "Walking Challenge" ??
I've set up a little site: Walking Challenge for the tickers and graphics. We're hoping to even add some reviews of walking videos and encouraging blurbs now and then, as well as a list of walkers (with links to blogs or emails if the walker desires.)
But even if you don't want to join the challenge, I just HAVE to tell you about this great resource I found today! I know I sound like an infomercial, but I don't get paid to say this, and it's not a product you pay for, so it's okay to read on.
Check THIS out: Using GoogleMaps as a Pedometer!!! http://walkingguide.mapmyrun.com/
Zoom in on your location. You can put your address in. It never gets my pointer at my house, it puts it way down the street, but you can just click on your start location. Then you click click click your way down your route, and it calculates the distance! It's totally cool and easy! I found out that my neighbor was right, it IS 1.2 miles around our block, and it's 1.5 miles to the bigger park if I take the "round trip" route, and 1.0 miles or so if we walk to the Conservatory housing the Butterfly House right now. So 2 miles round trip.
Totally Cool. So anyway, email me or drop me a comment if you want to join the walking thingie. It's fun. And if you're a homeschooler who wants some weight loss encouragement, consider joining the BlubberBloggers group.
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Mar. 27, 2006 - The Pressure is off!
Ahhhh, I can relax, my friend Shurleen said I'm always funny, even when I'm trying to be serious. So now I don't have to go through the pretense of trying to pretend I try to be funny or not. Actually most of the time I don't try to be funny (although, sometimes I think to myself This will be funny, I'll put it on my blog) I try not to get caught up in trying to post funny or serious or whatever.
Actually, to be totally honest, blogging for me is more like opening the spigot between my always chattering brain and my fingers. I can open it up to vocal output, keyboard output, or hand-written output. But I don't have to *think* about what to write because there's this constant chatter going on in my head. Some people "think" visually, in pictures. You might think that, as an artsy-fartsy person, I do that. (Then again, maybe you didn't know I was artsy-fartsy. But I am. Well, creative, anyway.) But I don't. I also don't just get "feelings" or "thoughts" that aren't words. Nope, everything in my head is words. My head is crammed. full. of. words. (see, wasn't that funny, those extra periods?) And I hear them, all the time.
Not like voices in my head, really. Well, not different voices, anyway, just mine. Always talking. And if I want to blog, I just let the words in my head come flowing out my fingertips. It helps to type fast-ish.
Huh. Except now I've gotten sidetracked. The voice in my head gets off on tangents a lot, doesn't always remember where we were headed. That's too bad, it's just gone. There really WAS something else I was going to say. But in lieu of that (don't you like that phrase, in lieu of? I think because lieu is such a great spelling.) I'll tell you more about my chattering head.
When I was in late elementary school and early junior high, I used to ride my bike to school and around the neighborhood. And I would talk out loud as I rode. Just talking. Not so much telling stories or talking TO myself, but just thinking literally out loud. And then once I remember I was mowing the lawn and when I came in my mom (hi mom!) was laughing at me. Because she could see me out there, mowing, and yammering away. I couldn't have been talking to anyone because there was no one else out and I was mowing, pretty loudly at that. But I was just chattering away the whole time. Yep.
So I don't do too much *out loud* to no one anymore. I've found I can just find someone to talk to, and they don't know I'm just thinking out loud to them. Or I can blog. I think that's why I like blogging so much. Just spewing out the chatter in my brain for all to see. And you ... you get ... um ... a peek at my brain in action. Sounds scary when I say it that way.
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Mar. 24, 2006 - Oh, the pressure
I'm going to crack under the pressure of trying to be funny. I knew blogging would, eventually, come to this. Someone would tell me I'm funny and then I would spend every post trying to be funny, or at least not un-funny. I tells you, it's too much for one woman to bear.
And some of the "tricks" to funny blogging that I've picked up, I'm not comfortable using. One is to use bad words. Somehow that seems to come across as funny, at least in some circles. But I'm not gonna do that. The other trick is to write things you'd say with emphasis with too many periods. Like. this. is. so. not. funny. Is that funny? Maybe it's not funny, but it's blog-cool. You don't think so? That just shows you don't know what's hip. Ha ha.
Maybe two not-very-funny stories will add up to one funny one? Let's try it.
not very funny story #1 -- I had a doc's visit today, to follow up my nerve conduction tests for carpal tunnel syndrome, which I "failed" (meaning I have CTS severe enough to warrant surgery, if I want to pursue it). The doc who did the nerve tests told me that much, but I still had to see my "real" doctor to "go over" my tests and refer me to a surgeon. My "real" doctor is a resident whom I just recently met. Every time we go to the doctor we are assigned to a different resident, so I have no long-term relationship with doctors, even if I tried, which I don't. So here's the kind of funny part. To send me to the nerve conduction testing, she needed first to verify that i probably DID have carpal tunnel syndrome. So after reading my history and listening to my description of the problem, she proceeded to tap on my wrists and to do some maneuvers to verify that I actually have carpal tunnel syndrome. Actually, these maneuvers were either not done very well, or something, because I didn't really feel my symptoms while she did them, despite the fact that I have had CTS for about 15 years and it bothers me a fair amount even when not pregnant. (whooooops, I forgot who all reads this, I need to say before anyone gets excited that I'm not pregnant now. I know you ladies saw that word and freaked out. But I'm not. Okay? Alright then. Back to our story.) But she sent me for the conduction tests and, like I said, they documented clearly that I do have moderate-to-severe nerve conduction problems through the carpal tunnel. SO ... today. I'm in there for her to tell me that. But I guess they need to earn their keep, so they also have to weigh me and take my blood pressure (which was fine, by the way. I'm sure you were curious. 122/69 I believe. I won't tell you my weight but I'll admit to blaming it on my bulky sweater and heavy shoes. Seriously.)
Annnyway (ok, so if this doesn't turn out funny it will at least be long enough to bore you to death) then she goes over the results of the tests. Yadda yadda. Then she says, okay, before I give you the referral, I just need to do some tests. And she proceeds to do the same ineffective maneuvers to confirm my symptoms. This is AFTER I've had recordable scientific testing to confirm that I'm not just making this up for attention. Wha? What was her point in that? It was really weird.
Was that funny? A little? No? How about this?
Dale and I had lunch out at a local chain restaurant. I won't say the name but it starts with a Q and ends in izno's ... we were excited because not only do we love their subs, we also had a $2.00 coupon! Yay! So we buy our lunches and sit on the tall stools (they make me feel tall!) and enjoy our sandwiches, and Dale comments that even with the coupon, Q... is not cheap. Then he gets a funny "that's not right!" look on his face and mentally adds up what we ordered. Then he pulls out his receipt and says, "hey! they overcharged us!" ... so he took up the receipt and waited to talk to someone. The manager said, pretty much literally, "it's not my fault, complain to corporate, there's nothing I can do." - so Dale went to work and filled out the customer service form online, which went to the manager, who called here to our house all defensive and "it's not my fault, what did you want me to do, I was willing to do anything and you make it sound like I wouldn't help"
So now we feel like we're big jerks for complaining in the first place. Ugh. I hate that. He was very defensive and kept saying things like, "that's why I called, to apologize and make it right" only he didn't offer anything to make it right, and kept sounding like he thought we were jerks. He kept saying he was willing to do anything, but never offered anything. I guess you specifically have to say, "please pay us the money you overcharged us." ~ as if "you overcharged us" is not enough? So in the end I said, "well, you said that you couldn't do anything, and that we should complain to corporate, that's why we thought you weren't able or willing to help."
So in the end the manager sort of grudgingly put us on some 'special list' of people who cause trouble, I guess, and we can come in and ask for a free meal ... what are we supposed to say, "Hi, we're here to claim the free meal Mike grudgingly promised us because he said to complain to corporate and we tried and then he didn't like how we did it?"
No warm fuzzies for all of THAT. bleah! So we'll probably never get our "Hi, we're jerks" free meal, and we didn't get our $2.80 back, either.
was THAT funny? No? I'm sorry. That's all I've got.
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Mar. 23, 2006 - Whoa, that was no fun
So remember yesterday's fun fun ride?
I don't know whether I had withdrawal that triggered a migraine, or whether it was an unrelated migraine, but oh, did I have a migraine yesterday.
I have plenty experience with caffeine withdrawal, and I am thinking, judging by how FAST this headache went from bad to horrible, and how it did NOT respond quickly to caffeine, but continued to get worse for a few hours, that it was an *unrelated* migraine. It was a migraine for sure, with the sensitivity to light, smell, sound, movement, children, cats, laying still ... I laid in bed for part of the time, half-dreaming I saw flashing lights that made me dizzy, and trying not to throw up. How's THAT for fun fun? Maybe, even the coffee was caffeinated mystery coffee all along. I'm still not sure, because now I'm second-guessing my initial headache.
If somehow my withdrawal now triggers migraines, that would really up the ante. Maybe that would be the final kick I need to really REALLY quit. I've actually successfully quit before and stayed off for many months. Maybe over a year. But ... ugh, how deep I've sunk now. So now I'm sort of scared to even play with it right now. (Although, Kelly, I tell you, I think about your advice quite a bit, and respect it, and want to follow it, even though I haven't yet. I wanted to thank you for giving me good, firm advice.)
But I tell you, yesterday was AWFUL. I don't know how people who get those regularly deal with it. I couldn't do anything.
The silver lining in all of this is that my post yesterday made my friend-who-needed-a-laugh laugh and laugh. And that makes it all worth it. Well, except she laughed before the end of the story, since I hadn't posted the end until today, so maybe we could've just stopped the ride without the migraine ... but oh well.
And, friend-who-needed-a-laugh, I thought of something else funny to post. I thought to myself, "I should go post that right away! It's so funny! I will do it right after I put the laundry in the washer ...." and then ... promptly forgot. I now have NO CLUE what was so funny. But it would have made you laugh.
Scout's honor, ma'am.
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Mar. 22, 2006 - Fun Fun Coffee Ride
Come ride the Fun Fun Coffee Ride with me.
That's the ride where, the other day at the store, you buy two packages of fancy pantsy coffee, for fun. One decaf and one regular. Or so you thought. You remember the packages weren't glaringly obvious which was which. The decaf had a subtle green D on the label, but it was not a totally different color package. Apparently they thought we were pretty smart. I thought I was, too, since I found the D and read the fine print.
The next phase of the game is where the ride starts, although it takes awhile for the exciting part. In this phase you open one package, looking at the two and picking the Regular. You open the package and remember Alton telling you that they don't keep well in their little plasticized foil (or are they foiled plastic?) baggies with the roll-down top, so like a good Alton Fan, you pour your coffee from the nice labeled bag into a plastic freezer container with the last few scoops of your old, not fancy, clearly labeled regular. Perhaps you can see where the ride is headed, at this point.
Later that day you go to do the same thing with the decaf. Only, when you open the cupboard and pull out the bag, there's no little D. And, worse yet, in an amazing fit of cleanliness, you've taken out the trash, so you can not dig through the trash, find the bag, and look for the D or no D. But you are SURE that there was no D on the package you opened. Very sure. Sort of.
So now it gets fun. Because you can't just WASTE that whole package of unknown coffee. But you drink what you drink for a reason. If you drink decaf on a day you need caffeine, you will get a horrible headache and want to die. if you make decaf, it is because you are making it for guests, and you will caffeinate them, late at night, by accident, and they will want to kill you. There are no times in life when it does not matter which you drink. Not for you. Because you are a psycho caffeine addict who is overly-effected by the vile toxic chemical which you have repeatedly tried to quit.
So now what? This morning, feeling adventuresome, you decide to try the mystery coffee. It is now 11:53 a.m. and you have a slight headache. You're having a horrible morning. But you don't have a horrible headache. You're depressed and tired, but those are symptoms of an average day. So you still don't know. And perhaps the tiny bit of known-regular in the mystery coffee is messing up the results of your morning experiment? You have to keep playing the game, riding the ride.
Do you reach for the known-regular, hoping that the psycho-drug will boost your mood and give you energy to do your jobs, rather than sitting on your rear, blogging about silly things? Or do you stick to the ride, drinking the unknown because you need the closure, in order to label the container? Do you make a second cup of unknown coffee?
Do you feel lucky? Well, do you, punk?
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Mar. 20, 2006 - Okay don't laugh at me (rather long-winded, even for me!)
I have this child who loves math.
Well, he thinks he loves math. I'm not sure why. The fact of the matter is, he enjoys doing it, as long as he is getting the answers right. But do NOT try to tell him he is doing them wrong. From his reactions, you might actually think he hates math. But he claims to like it.
This is a child who over-personalizes any correction. Missing one or two math problems is re-interpreted, "yadda yadda, I know how to do it." And missing many math problems is translated into, "I'm a stupid horrible person" ... or something like that.
We've been learning multiplication lately. Not the basic facts but the long multiplication problems. This child insists that he knows how to do them. Only he keeps getting most of the answers wrong. Which has caused great trauma in our math time. It took me several days to convince him that he couldn't say, "yadda yadda, I know how to do it." ... and great care was taken to not make it sound like, "you're a stupid, horrible person" ... in the end I came up with this analogy:
If I ask you to put your pants on, and you put your arms into the legs, are you ready to go out to a restaurant? No?! What if you say, "but I know how to do it!!" ??? If you say you know how to do it, and I give you a pair of pants, and you put them on your head, are you ready to go out? Have you shown you know how to do it? How DO you show me you know how to do it?
That analogy got me as far as being ALLOWED to show him how to multiply. Again. But still, we had to have that same discussion each time he got them all wrong and didn't want to believe he didn't understand how to do them.
But I still had to come up with a way to show him HOW to do them, without hitting the "I know, I know" factor. So I turned it into a game. Yep, like a computer game. It works like this: Each digit in the top number is a "gate" and each digit in the bottom number is a "level" -- so he has to go through each gate of the level to complete the level, and then has to do the same for the next level. And then I made a color-coded page to work them on, so that it was easier to keep the place value, making sure there was one digit in each "gate" answer, and a little space to carry ... I told him that when he finished a level he had to make sure to go shut the door to that level, because you couldn't go back -- which translates to adding a zero and moving "over" to the left in writing out the answers for each digit when you move over a place value. (This probably doesn't make ANY sense written out) ...
Anyway, when he completes a "level" he earns an "extra life" (no, not in a reincarnation sort of way, just in a game-player way) and we draw a little guy next to the problem. Oh, and when he finishes a "gate" he draws a little key next to that level. He likes to add illustrations. When I check the problem, if he's got a wrong answer I check where, and he "loses" his extra guy for that level, but re-does the problem until he's done it right. Each problem is called a "League" (his idea) and the whole page is called a "Challenge" ... so he did 10 leagues in today's challenge
At the VERY end, when he had all 10 "leagues" finally finished, I counted up how many "extra life" guys he still had (he lost several when he had to re-do a level) and multiplied them by 1000, and he ended up wtih 7000 completely arbitrary and meaningless bonus points. But he realizes that if he does each problem correctly the first time, a 10 league challenge with 2-digit multiplicands (is that a word? is it the right word?) would give him 20,000 bonus points, so he's got something to aim for.
So ... I'm pleased that, in the end, he quit crying about how mean I was to not believe he knew how to multiply, and how mean I was to make him "do it all again" each time .... and had fun with his 10-league challenge.
There's a little piece of my brain worried that I've belabored the process and taught him some slow-poke way to multiply and that Scott Flansburg, Human Calculator would frown at my methods, it's working for us, for now. (Ok, secretly I admit I want to pay the mega-bucks to be able to do math in my head like Scott Flansburg.) I've always been relatively good at math on paper - even taking some extra math in college, for fun ... but I can't do it in my head, and I can't do it FAST, and I feel I've probably been stunted by my public school rote-math training ... and fear I'm now doing the same thing to my son ... but ... hey, at least our little game helped, today.
And now I'm off to re-start my saved Laundry Game, in which I get 300 bonus points per basket folded, and lose a life if I don't complete the Washer level within 4 hours. Wheeeee!
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Mar. 18, 2006 - Walking Nagger
Walking around the house, nagging, certainly IS something I do.
But that's not what this is about. This is here to nag my walking friends! How are you all doing?!?! I visited as many blogs and sites as I could, looking for your progress reports. Some of you I can't find any reports! Ha HA, you didn't know I would be checking up on you?!? Isn't that why you joined up?
Anyway, feel free to stop by the Check-in for the week and post your most currentest progress!!!!
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Mar. 16, 2006 - Where I understand how preschool would be more purposefully enriching
Turns out my 3 year old doesn't know how to cut and paste.
Actually, maybe he does on a computer. He's pretty smart on the computer. But he doesn't cut and paste much in real life. If he were in preschool he would probably be doing crafts regularly, wouldn't he? He'd be a whiz with the kiddie scissors and an ace with the glue sticks?
Instead he hacked some cuts in the paper, then scraped all the purple goo out of the glue stick with the scissor-end until it wouldn't reach any more.
then he went and got a fork from the drawer, so he could scrape more goo out.
This is the point where I started paying attention. I removed the fork from his possession and showed him how the glue twists up and down and up and down, and how you only need a little. And I hacked some paper into little pieces so he could glue them down. He took the glue and rolled it allllll the way up. I said nononono and rolled it back down and showed him, again, how to roll it up just a LITTLE and rub the tiny bit on the paper. He said no and growled and thumped his little fists on the table.
So now I'm back at the computer and he's busy busy busy at the table. I'm a little afraid to see what he's doing.
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Mar. 16, 2006 - Answering Juliestew's question
Juliestew asked about my multiple blogs. Why do I keep two? How do I keep two?
That's a good question. Actually I have three. I don't really know why. Well, I sort of know why. I have my "Real" blog and that's sort of my home base blog. I use it for my deeper thoughts and rambling, and most of our personal pictures and stuff. Then I have this blog, which I really started because a friend goaded me to have another, LOL - she claimed I could post about my day and that she would help me figure out how an unschooler would count it as school. So I was going to just post "schooly" stuff here. But of course, as any homeschooler knows, the line between "school" and "real life" is pretty blurred. This blog gets more click-through traffic, I think, from comments on other homeschoolblogger sites ... so I feel I should post here now and then ... while there's some overlap, there's more homeschool readership here than ever makes it to my real blog. And then of course I think my real blog has readers who never make it here ...
And then there's my "fake blog" -- which I used to try to keep completely separate, but got lazy lately. I wanted to keep it separate so that people surfing from xanga comment to comment to comment didn't end up at my REAL family, with pictures and real names and stuff ... and originally, the fake blog was just to hold a xanga place so I could comment on xanga sites, but then I started using it. And I took the real names off all my blogs. I think of the xanga one as my "fluff" blog because that's where I ramble about my daily exercise and all the little things that come up, the stuff I don't need to *think* about to write. Mostly. But it's not really all that different, it's still "the real me" that gets put there, just maybe not usually as "deep" as here or my "real" site.
So ... that's the lame reason I have so many. I know, it really doesn't make sense. But if I had to drop any, I wouldn't be able to decide which one to drop. I guess I could have them all automatically route to one ... but I'm too lazy to set that up and *decide* on that sort of closure.
Now there's the question of how I keep up with three? Mostly by wasting time I don't have to waste. *blush* LOL
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Mar. 14, 2006 - In case you're dying to know ...
I posted an update about my nerve conduction tests on my "real blog" ...
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Mar. 13, 2006 - oops I did it wrong
For OreoSouza -- I forgot to check a box, now it should email you, if I remember to check it ... this time I'm checking it.
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Mar. 13, 2006 - test
This is a test. Because one of my friends is playing with the whole RSS feed and email new entries things and we're not sure how it works with her set up. I tell you, this is one place where Macs are MUCH nicer. Neener neener.
I did have two or three things to blog about, too. One is that I was ready to QUIT today. Yes, quit. I folded laundry and pondered sending my children to school. Public school. Because we all know people who do that and, yeah, there's some struggles, but their children get through it okay. And at least, then, my kids would get SOME school.
And I was going to blog about our trip to the nature center.
But right now I need to take the kids out in the WIND and sun because the sun is rare and the 55 degree temps won't last. Winter will be back in a day or two.
So, friend, did the RSS menu thing work? And/or the email?
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Mar. 13, 2006 - National Holiday? International?
Isn't today International Slug Day ??
National?
Maybe it's just local?
Oh ... maybe it's just me. And the weather. It's a good day for being a slug. If you join me, we could call it a holiday. Isn't that the rule: if two or more agree that it's a holiday, it's okay to take one?
Funny story about the slug weather. When I went outside to take the trash and recycling out (and saw the poor neighbor boy wearily slogging through puddles on his way to the local public school, where they're not allowed to make up holidays) I thought to myself, "It smells like rain."
Then I remembered. My now-husband told me this is NOT the smell of rain. What?! Of course it is. Rain always smells like this.
Apparently not.
I grew up here, where I live, and this is how rain always smells. But it turns out it's not the rain I'm smelling. Apparently there are some sort of bacterial cooling ponds or something, just outside of town, that break down some of the chemicals produced by the local chemical company. Not a scary thing, but a good thing, friendly bacteria breaking down chemicals from okay ones into even friendlier ones. But apparently on rainy, cloudy days, the humidity in the air sort of keeps the olfactory by-products of the bacteria ponds hanging over the area. Turns out the "smells like rain" smell that i've known all my life is actually the smell of bacteria ponds at work.
If that isn't enough to declare a Slug Day, I don't know what is.
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