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<description>I'm going to homeschool my children.  I'm 100% committed to this.

Now if I could just figure out how.....</description>
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<pubDate>Fri,  3 Nov 2006 18:11:00 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>Sung to the tune of Veggie Tales &quot;The Pirates who Don't Do Anything.&quot;</title>
<description>All 3 Moms:&lt;br&gt;We are the home school moms who can't do everything&lt;br&gt;We just stay at home and plan a lot&lt;br&gt;And if you ask us to do everything&lt;br&gt;We'll just tell you&lt;br&gt;We can't do everything&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom2:&lt;br&gt;Well, I've never been to Boston and I've never shot a musket,&lt;br&gt;and I've never built a cabin using nothing but an axe,&lt;br&gt;and I've never skinned a possum, and I've never staged a battle,&lt;br&gt;and I've never started home school before fall!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All:&lt;br&gt;We are the home school moms who can't do everything&lt;br&gt;We just stay at home and plan a lot&lt;br&gt;And if you ask us to do everything&lt;br&gt;We'll just tell you...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom3:&lt;br&gt;We can't do everything!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I've never distilled water, and I've never banded birdies,&lt;br&gt;and I've never built an ant farm 'cuz I can't stand things that&lt;br&gt;crawl,&lt;br&gt;and I've never dug a fossil, and I've never owned a test tube,&lt;br&gt;and I've never started home school before fall!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All:&lt;br&gt;We are the home school moms who can't do everything&lt;br&gt;We just stay at home and plan a lot&lt;br&gt;And if you ask us to do everything&lt;br&gt;We'll just tell you&lt;br&gt;We can't do everything&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom1:&lt;br&gt;And I've never slaughtered chickens, and I've never milked a&lt;br&gt;go-oat,&lt;br&gt;and I've never gone to 4-H or the local county fair,&lt;br&gt;and I've never sewn a jumper, and I don't look good in denim,&lt;br&gt;and I've never started home school before fall!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom2: Huh? What are you talking about? What's a milk goat and&lt;br&gt;denim jumpers got to do with being a home school mom?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom3: Hey, that's right! We're supposed to sing about academic-y&lt;br&gt;things!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom1: Oh...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Mom2: And who ever sews school uniforms? That's impossible! Why&lt;br&gt; even bring it up? Am I right? What do you think?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Mom3: I think you should do your laundry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Mom2: Huh? Why do you think that?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Mom3: You should...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Mom2: Don't wanna!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Mom3: You wore that shirt yesterday!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Mom2: That's it, you're going to help me!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Mom3: Says who?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Mom2: Says ME, that's who!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Mom3: Oh yeah? Well I'm not picking up your socks! (pinches her&lt;br&gt; own nose)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Mom2: Argh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Mom3: Yike!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom1:&lt;br&gt;And I've never done gymnastics, and I've never danced the polka,&lt;br&gt;and I've never painted daisies 'cause I cannot paint at all,&lt;br&gt;and I've never made a schedule, and my house is never perfect...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom2: It'll never happen!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All: And we've never started home school before fall!&lt;br&gt;We are the home school moms who can't do everything&lt;br&gt;We just stay at home and plan a lot&lt;br&gt;And if you ask us to do everything&lt;br&gt;We'll just tell you&lt;br&gt;We can't do everything&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom2: Pass the pencils! Who's got the teacher's guide?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom1: Here it is! (holds up shredded paper)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom3: (groans, then smiles with sudden inspiration) Time for&lt;br&gt; recess!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom2: It's definitely time for Scotch tape.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom3: Oh, I don't like that stuff...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom1: Hey, look! I found a crayon!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;By Joelle White and Maura Light, who wrote the chorus and started the whole thing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was originally posted on a Sonlight Forum.
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<pubDate>Fri,  3 Nov 2006 18:11:00 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>Kitchen's a mess, but that's okay.</title>
<description>&lt;br&gt;Jet woke me up this morning with the news that he had made Scooter's cake, and that it was in the oven.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He used one of my cake mixes.&amp;nbsp; The oven was on the right temp but he hadn't turned it on, he only put in a 1/3 cup too much water, he put in all three eggs it called for, and totally skipped the oil.&amp;nbsp; He poured it into the right cake pan, but didn't grease it.&amp;nbsp; From the look of the bowl he used and the counter it was sitting on, he stirred with great energy but still managed to leave large lumps.&amp;nbsp; He used a icetea spoon to stir with.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He is very proud of himself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I guess we'll see how it turns out.&amp;nbsp; I'll let you know.&amp;nbsp;
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<pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2006 06:57:00 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>Blessed</title>
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This has been a crappy year. I mean a REALLY. CRAPPY. YEAR. Except for
Ran-Ran (which is a big deal, I know), this year has been mostly
horribly stressful things happening. And so far there is no sign of a
let up. I'm tired of thinking about it all. So, here's a blessings list.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My husband, who no matter how stressed we are or how difficult things become, never      blames me, always loves me, and whom I never have to worry about deciding it's &quot;all too much&quot; and running off.  He's also very sexy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jet: getting so big and handsome and strong, who loves school and his sisters and &lt;br&gt;     brothers, who helps me around the house, and who tells me he loves me multiple &lt;br&gt;     times everyday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nessa: who still dances and giggles everytime we give her a compliment or we tell &lt;br&gt;     her we love her, who has definate artistic talent, long legs and no sense of &lt;br&gt;     balance&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ya-ya:  my dark, intense child who loves making funny faces and helping with her &lt;br&gt;     little brothers, who would love to be permenantly attatched to my side doing &lt;br&gt;     all I do, the one who always notices when I'm not feeling my best and gives me &lt;br&gt;     tight hugs&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Scooter:  with the biggest, brightest smile, who is thrilled to carry kittens around &lt;br&gt;    no matter how they scratch him, who loves sitting on my lap, or patting me on &lt;br&gt;    the head, who thinks he ought to be able to carry his little brother, who         &lt;br&gt;    climbs everything, and then falls off&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ran-Ran: like all my babies, getting too big too fast, crawling everywhere, pulling &lt;br&gt;    up, with four teeth giving you the cutest smile, which shines without realization of all the pain in the world, grabbing all of the food off my plate and shoving it in his mouth but still loving to nurse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My friends: five of them have driven 600 or more miles one way to visit me.  2 of &lt;br&gt;   those more than once, and plan to again.  I have friends that no matter what I &lt;br&gt;   feel think or do I can call them and I know they will be there, and also here, next to me, if it's bad enough.  That is a really really big deal, and there is no way I can thank them enough.  Now I also have friends here in South Carolina who have come forward and held me when I couldn't stand.  I don't know what I would do without them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My apartment: yeah, I'd rather have a house.  But I have a nice apartment in a safe &lt;br&gt;   neighborhood with a pool and a playground across the street, everything from air &lt;br&gt;   conditioning to the water to the garbage disposal works, so really, I've got it &lt;br&gt;   good.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Our vehicles:  we have two.  Most of our marriage we've only had one.  And yes, the &lt;br&gt;   van broke down, but we found out that we can fix it for only $700 instead of &lt;br&gt;   $1500 like we originally thought, which hurts but is doable.  And we have no debt &lt;br&gt;   on either.  So again, I've got it good.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Our nation: yeah, we have our problems.  But I've been around the world.  There &lt;br&gt;    isn't anywhere better to live than here.  God bless America.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Our health:  Funny, we all have colds right now.  But that's it.  Colds.  My parents, my brothers and sisters, my close friends, my husband, my children, and myself...we are all in pretty good health.  Yeah, we have things such as blood disorders, diabetes, endimetrios, cyclic vomiting, weight problems, atopic dermetitis...but all are treatable if not curable, none of us are expected to keel over anytime soon, none of us are dealing with cancer,etc.  It seems like so many people here or in my other groups, have someone close to them who is either dying or fighting so hard to live.  I don't expect our health to stick around forever, but for right now, I'm thankful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My parents and my sister: we don't always see eye to eye, but I know they love me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I
have more. I'm thankful I have more, but...I have no more time. I'm not
sure I feel &quot;happier&quot; but I am more peaceful. Looking at this list, I
have everything that really matters. And then some. So down with the
depression. Life is good.
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<link>http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Stormimay/221313/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 18 Oct 2006 20:45:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>House</title>
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Well, we put in an application for a rental house today.  We'll find out tomorrow morning if we'll get it.
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<pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 17:54:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>&quot;Mommy, are we going somewhere?&quot;</title>
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&quot;Mommy, are we going somewhere?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yes, we are going to go look at houses.  Won't that be fun?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mommy, I only want to look at a little bit of houses.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pause&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mommy, do you know why I only want to look at a little bit of houses?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Why, honey?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Because if I look at a big lot of houses it will make me starve.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not sure how that would work.....
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<pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2006 17:54:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Sad</title>
<description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wyff4.com/news/10068824/detail.html&quot;&gt;http://www.wyff4.com/news/10068824/deta&lt;wbr&gt;il.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have told my children that they are not under any circurcumstances to step in between me and a gun.
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<link>http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Stormimay/221309/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2006 20:53:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Sorry I haven't been updating</title>
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Lots has happened, but nothing really worth mentioning.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got a haircut and I hate it.&lt;br&gt;Crazy neighbor lady moved, which is good.  Our last week with her was....interesting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We've
given up trying to buy a house. Now we are looking to rent. We may be
moving into my brother-in-law's house, because they may be moving into
his brother-in-law's house, because they may be moving into his mom's
house, who are buying a new house because their 3000 sq ft house has
gotten too small for the three of them. Musical houses.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I would
LOVE to move into my bil's house. If we could, I would love to buy it,
but they are only renting, we'd just be taking over their lease. I love
that house that much though. It's only 1 bath, but that is the only
problem with it and we were looking at buying 1 bathroom houses
anyways. I'll post a description of it IF we end up moving into it. We
aren't holding our breath. If we don't move there we have another
rental picked out. It's not as good. The yard isn't very nice and their
are two steep staircases inside, which I wouldn't mind if my youngest
was 4 or 5. It's also a bit further away than I'd like, but that
wouldn't be a big deal if there weren't the other problems. Other than
those, it is a pretty cool house.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Christmas is coming and I'm not ready.  Today we are going to focus on Christmas, I hope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My
left leg hurts. It's been hurting pretty consistently for 3 days now.
I'm not sure why, or even how to describe the pain. It aches. Not the
muscles, either. I don't have any vericose veins. I really don't know
what's up. It has hurt like this before but never consistently, and not
this badly. The weird thing is nothing I do makes it feel better, or
worse for that matter. It still does everything it is supposed to do.
lol Oh well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hubby is trying to get a new job. This job would
have better pay, better hours and schedule, and much better benefits.
He has already passed the first two hurdles. He has an interview the
18th. We really want him to get this job.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And that's my update.
I'm disappointed in myself; I didn't want this to turn into a daily
journal. I'm too tired to write anything interesting, but I promise my
head is full of it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Two last points: I am setting myself two
goals for this week. I am going to post them here and see if I can keep
myself accountible that way. Ok:&lt;br&gt;1.  I am going to be in bed every night by 10 pm.&lt;br&gt;2.  I am not going to drink any soft drinks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seriously,
those shouldn't be too hard for one week, right? The first one will.
The second one...I don't drink many soft drinks. Less than one a day.
It shouldn't be too hard. It's just the first step I hope to take to
get off of my sugar addiction. We'll see.
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<link>http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Stormimay/221308/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2006 11:40:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Kid's stuff</title>
<description>I have decided that I would be perfectly happy just shopping from these
two places for gifts for my children: www.hearthsong.com and
www.mindwareonline.com&lt;br&gt;
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<link>http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Stormimay/221307/</link>
<pubDate>Tue,  3 Oct 2006 10:46:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>update</title>
<description>School is going well. I've discovered that a schedule of 1 hour on, 30
minutes or so off works well. It leaves me feeling a bit harried, but
the kids get more done and seem to like it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jet
(and I, by default) have started volunteering once a week at a
dogs-only shelter just down the street. I want my kids to think
volunteering and helping the community is a &quot;normal&quot; thing, just part
of any full life.&amp;nbsp; I picked an animal shelter because I thought it would
be better for him to start with animals who wouldn't be offended if he
spoke with child-like frankness to them, lol. I am very proud of him;
there isn't much petting of the dogs involved, just mostly cleaning
really nasty poopy trays (we are there first thing in the morning.)
He's doing great.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anya asked me today if God was inside of our
food so that when we ate it He would get inside of us. Unintended
consequenses of saying &quot;God is everywhere.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Those types of questions are becoming everyday.
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<pubDate>Mon,  2 Oct 2006 07:39:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>this has been a lousy year</title>
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&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Because we aren't stressed enough or&amp;nbsp;
broke enough, and because we socialize far too much, our van broke down
yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Anyone have a free van to offer?
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<link>http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Stormimay/207436/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2006 20:06:00 -0500</pubDate>
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