In all I am, do, and will write, my aim is to hit God's mark. I will have moments of being misguided as I am not perfect, but know that I serve a God that loves me through it all.
T....tweet. Like to hear the birdies go tweet, tweet, tweet. I love the sounds of singing and chattering birds. Any birds; especially in the morning. Except for peacocks that sound like fighting cats.
I...Ice. Terrified of driving in icy conditions. So much so that I bolt the door and hide the car keys at the first snowflake.
M...Morning. Up early is important to me. Six o’clock is sleepin’ in. As far as I am concerned, I have wasted the day if I am not up by seven. Did wonders for my social life in high school and college, let me tell ya.
E...Eclectic. Beat to my own drum. A little of this and a little of that. I must put my own twist onto something, or I don’t feel like it is truly me homeschooling my children, but someone else. It doesn’t have to be something hugely different than the directions. It could be something as little as using an orange crayon when the directions say to use red. I know. I’m such a rebel. My all-directions-must-be-followed-to-the-letter-son will most likely need therapy by the time he is ten. I’m gettin’ away with it so far because he doesn’t know how to read yet.
L...Language. Words work. The written word is stronger to me than the spoken word, but I love words. If you are into words, stick around. You’ll see hardly a blog entry goes by that I won’t stop in my tracks and twirl a word around on my tongue. For instance, the word “tweet” has puzzled me since I typed it in this entry. Where did it come from? Was it a child trying to say street? Or feet? How did it end up being connected with birds? Probably the best present anyone could give me would be a word origins book on EVERY word in the English vocabulary. (No offense to other languages, but English is the only language I speak, unfortunately.)
Y…pass. Only had to give 10 timely facts. And, since “timely facts” has eleven letters, I have pulled out my pass card. It is only coincidental that there are five letters used before the “Y” and five letters after. See? Words were meant to be analyzed.
F..Feet. Can’t stand feet. Pun intended. Yep, feet have a purpose and are truly appreciated. If they belong to you, however, they most definitely do not belong on or near me! Exception: Newborn/infant/baby feet are beyond adorable and must be smooched multiple times a day.
A...April. Christ’s resurrection and spring flowers popping up everywhere. Around here the sun peeks out once in awhile, and I begin to feel the affects of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) melting off of me. It’s a very happy month, isn’t it? Why’d they have to go and throw taxes into the mix?
C...Cook. Spending time in the kitchen relaxes me. It’s in the kitchen where I become the painter that I have always wanted to be. (I see beautiful paintings to create in my head---only my hands never seem to get the clear message.) Therefore, I cook. By color. The brighter the better.
T...Timely. Being on time is important to me. The way I figure it, the host/hostess said five, so I will do my darndest to be there as close to five as I can. I view it as a show of respect by honoring their request. It is also a show of loving sacrifice. To arrive more than 10 or 15 minutes late, barring some uncontrollable reason, usually means that I was focusing on me rather than the host/hostess. Being fairly punctual is my way of showing the host/hostess that I care about them and want to spent time with them. Just know, if I see a snowflake…I ain’t comin’.
S...Six. Number six of eight children. Seven, if you count my older sister that was born three months preemie and only lived for 15 hours. In which case it would still fit because seven starts with an “s” as well. All my siblings have names that end with either an “ie”, “ey”, “i”, or “y”. Therefore, I answer to any name shouted that ends with an “ee” sound.
There you go. And if you are leaving this entry without the Rockin' Robin song in your head, you amaze me. Fly on over to hear others' factual chatter at Homeschool Memoirs.
This was an awesome approach :) I loved reading it. And yes, its Monday, and I'm just now getting around to reading and commenting....but all the same, awesome :)
I love miscellaneous as a category. It makes life so much simpler....at least in the short term.
Yes, I'm crazy enough to go for the NaNoWriMo. Rational, practical decisions have never been my forte. My husband also looked at me like I wasn't thinking straight, but he often does that. I prudent woman would learn to heed his wisdom, but he didn't tell me he thought it was a bad idea. That is most likely because he is very wise, and knows that experience will be the only thing that will dampen my enthusiasm. Or he knows that my fire for new projects often burns itself out quickly, and he's just going to wait it out.
But, in the meantime, here's the blog where I intend to post my story:
http://eyes-to-the-hills.blogspot.com
In other news, I am doing the "cool visa" dance. I would video it and put it on youtube, but that's beyond my technical abilities. That would, in fact, involve going to my husband and explaining why I had my five year old hold a camera to video a senseless dance that i wanted him to transfer from the camera and put on youtube so that i could then fail to figure out how to imbed the dance in a blog post. Its easier just to type *does the happy dance*
Where's your memoir assignment for this week? I want to know where one takes several little children too, that is LESS stress and more rewarding than staying home with that same number of little ones. ;)
