Every once in a while, I get the pleasure of comparing -yes, and you do it too- our parenting with others' parenting. It never occurred to me that one of my children would get to see the same thing. In general, we have gently guided our children to friends who are from similar families. Families with no substance abuse issues, for instance. Noah was blessed to see and compare two parenting styles last night.
He is participating in a program called Teen Court. Teens are trained to act as judge, counsel and jury in actual misdemeanor trials of accused teenagers. Last night was the first court session of the school year. Noah will sit on juries for half the year, and then probably move to bailiff.
There were three cases on the docket, two curfew violations and possession of paraphernalia (only those under 18 can be tried for this.) The case that he sat on the jury for was one of the curfew violations. It was a good kid, almost an Eagle Scout, good grades...crying in court. He was caught at 3 am in a parking lot. We don't know what for, the prosecutor failed to ask. His parents grounded him for 4 months. He received the lightest sentence to be had, some community service, I think.
The drug paraphernalia case: the kid came to court stoned. His mother simply apologized to the court, no at home punishment. He received the maximum amount of community service. This was his second time. He stated that while he was trying to stop smoking pot, he probably wouldn't.
Noah was amazed that the good kid's parents grounded him for so long. "He's a good kid, Mom!"
I explained to him that good parents parent, and bad parents have a laissez faire attitude about parenting. "They're going to do what they want, so why try?"
I'm pleased that Noah chose to do this. I gave him a choice of Teen Court or debate team. Debate would be good, academically, but this is going to provide him with some experiences that he certainly would not have elsewhere.
Edit:
Sam woke up and took the opportunity to talk to the boys about the cases that Noah heard last night. They talked about liberty and laws which in fringe upon individual liberty. (Q was quit disturbed that a city could pass a law which would supersede the authority of the parent.) When Sam got out of the shower, he said that enjoyed getting teaching opportunities like that :)
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Pet Peeves, Added to
None of the following words are interchangeable.
suppository/supposedly (seen on forum today)
also/instead of (a person very close to me uses also every time that they mean "or", or "instead of")
even/evening (seen on FB, today)
These two sets of words are the most often misused.
accept/except
accept means to take or receive something offered.
except means to with the exclusion of
effect/affect
effect means something that is the result of something
affect means to produce a change in
threw/through
threw is to throw
through is in at one end, side, or surface and out at the other
suppository/supposedly (seen on forum today)
also/instead of (a person very close to me uses also every time that they mean "or", or "instead of")
even/evening (seen on FB, today)
These two sets of words are the most often misused.
accept/except
accept means to take or receive something offered.
except means to with the exclusion of
effect/affect
effect means something that is the result of something
affect means to produce a change in
threw/through
threw is to throw
through is in at one end, side, or surface and out at the other
Even More Government Control of Your Kids
Obama Proposes Longer School Day, Shorter Summer Vacation
Because studies show that spending more time in a classroom makes you more competitive with students from what nations? Singapore, Taiwan, Japan and Hong Kong.
pass
Maybe you think this is a figment of FoxNews' imagination? It's not.
Try 17 articles.
Let me help you see this clearly. This is not within the realm of the President's responsibilities.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
SOOO Much to Do This Week
If you catch me wasting too much time on FB, remind me of this list:
1. school, including ODA
2. football practice
3. Scouts
4. Youth Group
5. Church movie night
6. contact people to get rides for boys
7. clean
8. pack for ladies' retreat, camping and church leader meeting
9. schedule lessons for next week
10. rearrange Netflix queue
11. buy groceries for camping
12. get library books for camping
13. charge camera batteries
14. consent form
15. contact numbers
16. DRIVERS school stuff (for Noah!!!)
17. pet care list
18. child care list
19. pray for my sweet mother-in-love
20. (I'm sure there is something else, but I can't think of it, and I can't really have a list that ends on #19)
1. school, including ODA
2. football practice
3. Scouts
4. Youth Group
5. Church movie night
6. contact people to get rides for boys
7. clean
8. pack for ladies' retreat, camping and church leader meeting
9. schedule lessons for next week
10. rearrange Netflix queue
11. buy groceries for camping
12. get library books for camping
13. charge camera batteries
14. consent form
15. contact numbers
16. DRIVERS school stuff (for Noah!!!)
17. pet care list
18. child care list
19. pray for my sweet mother-in-love
20. (I'm sure there is something else, but I can't think of it, and I can't really have a list that ends on #19)
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Saturday Stream
The boys' football game was canceled today. We forfeited, we don't have enough healthy boys to put on the field.
It's hard to know what to think about illness these days. If you cough, is it H1N1? Does that person across the restaurant, who is coughing, have H1N1? I'm not worried, myself. I have been having this allergy/head cold thing going on for over a week, now. Starting to get used to it. But I do wonder if mamas whose kids are exposed to dozens of kids every day are more concerned about such things, than usual.
In other news, I started beading again. I just love it. The bad thing is that a couple of very large sets of beads were purchased for me and with all those beads, there aren't enough of one kind to do something nice. Moe was making earrings with me the other day. Hobby Lobby has silver beads on sale, so since we don't have a football game today, I guess I'll have to go buy some.
I found that beading is like scrapbooking. You really need to have certain projects in mind when you go shopping. If you don't one of two things will happen. You either leave with nothing because the selection is so overwhelming; or you spend far too much money, because the selection is overwhelming and you can't decided between one and another. Another problem that I have is brown beads. I love them. They are all I want to look at. Which is fine, I guess since most of my current clothes are brown. When I try to think of other colors in my wardrobe, I draw a blank.
Well, I now have three football players (one of our teammates is spending the weekend) who are already planning on being bored. You should see the sad, long faces. We'll have to brainstorm some things to do, that don't involve going over to Team Mate's house and breaking in to steal his game cube.
It's hard to know what to think about illness these days. If you cough, is it H1N1? Does that person across the restaurant, who is coughing, have H1N1? I'm not worried, myself. I have been having this allergy/head cold thing going on for over a week, now. Starting to get used to it. But I do wonder if mamas whose kids are exposed to dozens of kids every day are more concerned about such things, than usual.
In other news, I started beading again. I just love it. The bad thing is that a couple of very large sets of beads were purchased for me and with all those beads, there aren't enough of one kind to do something nice. Moe was making earrings with me the other day. Hobby Lobby has silver beads on sale, so since we don't have a football game today, I guess I'll have to go buy some.
I found that beading is like scrapbooking. You really need to have certain projects in mind when you go shopping. If you don't one of two things will happen. You either leave with nothing because the selection is so overwhelming; or you spend far too much money, because the selection is overwhelming and you can't decided between one and another. Another problem that I have is brown beads. I love them. They are all I want to look at. Which is fine, I guess since most of my current clothes are brown. When I try to think of other colors in my wardrobe, I draw a blank.
Well, I now have three football players (one of our teammates is spending the weekend) who are already planning on being bored. You should see the sad, long faces. We'll have to brainstorm some things to do, that don't involve going over to Team Mate's house and breaking in to steal his game cube.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Mourning Shoes
We had a death yesterday. Snapper the hamster. I cannot say how or why he died. Hamsters do not live very long. Snapper was given to Quinton by a friend from church. His friend didn't want to play with him anymore, "He bites." (Not the only pet that Quinton has been given with those words, I will add.)
Over the past couple of years Quinton would come out and shove him in my face, asking about some part of Snapper's anatomy, or to show me how much food Snapper could pack into his cheeks. I always shrank away. They may be sold as pets, but they are still rodents with rodent teeth and rodent claws.
He came out of his room yesterday, shoved him in my face and said, "Snapper's cold." I could see by looking at his little eye, this was not a healthy hamster. Quinton held him in his hoodie pocket trying to warm him up until he died.
I was expecting a huge show of grief. Every other time that a small pet has died, fish and numerous hermit crabs, the wailing could be heard all over town. He didn't. He got some tissue paper and some painters tape and wrapped Snapper's body up. He employed his brother to help him dig a hole. Quinton buried Snapper.
Yesterday, it was cool and wet outside. Quinton was wearing sweats all day. For some reason, though, he would not put shoes on. He went out in my white flip flops, got the ax and the shovel out of the shed and hacked a hole in the wet ground for his pet.
Over the past couple of years Quinton would come out and shove him in my face, asking about some part of Snapper's anatomy, or to show me how much food Snapper could pack into his cheeks. I always shrank away. They may be sold as pets, but they are still rodents with rodent teeth and rodent claws.
He came out of his room yesterday, shoved him in my face and said, "Snapper's cold." I could see by looking at his little eye, this was not a healthy hamster. Quinton held him in his hoodie pocket trying to warm him up until he died.
I was expecting a huge show of grief. Every other time that a small pet has died, fish and numerous hermit crabs, the wailing could be heard all over town. He didn't. He got some tissue paper and some painters tape and wrapped Snapper's body up. He employed his brother to help him dig a hole. Quinton buried Snapper.
Yesterday, it was cool and wet outside. Quinton was wearing sweats all day. For some reason, though, he would not put shoes on. He went out in my white flip flops, got the ax and the shovel out of the shed and hacked a hole in the wet ground for his pet.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Saturday Stream
Not much streaming through the gray cells this morning, except for snot.
I have been struggling with a head cold since we went to the zoo on Monday. I'm not normally one to blame getting sick on being outside in the rain, and I'm still not going to. BUT...the very next day was when I started snuffling. At this point, I think I have a sinus infection. My sinuses are throbbing and even my teeth are hurting.
Here, give me a pat on the back. I did not get upset over the news all week. I just didn't look. I deleted several feeds from my feed reader, I hid certain people from my FB feeds and even deleted some FB "friends."
We have a football game late this afternoon. The boys only made it to one day of practice this week. I think it'll be ok, though. I hope I feel well enough to go.
I'm working on arranging the music and the PowerPoint to go with it, for church tomorrow. I'm thinking about employing Noah to do the PowerPoint, then I can start giving him computer credit.
Oh AND he announced to me the other day, that he'll be able to get his driving PERMIT in a few months! AAK! I'm actually pretty excited about it. I already have plans for the money he's going to earn working at Scout camp -insurance. He'll be driving the big, old truck. It's got no radio, so nothing to distract him :)
The options for teaching him to drive are quit large, though. So I'm going to spend the next couple of months researching and I'll let you know what I came up with.
That's it, I told you, no stream of consciousness at all. I'm practically unconscious.
I have been struggling with a head cold since we went to the zoo on Monday. I'm not normally one to blame getting sick on being outside in the rain, and I'm still not going to. BUT...the very next day was when I started snuffling. At this point, I think I have a sinus infection. My sinuses are throbbing and even my teeth are hurting.
Here, give me a pat on the back. I did not get upset over the news all week. I just didn't look. I deleted several feeds from my feed reader, I hid certain people from my FB feeds and even deleted some FB "friends."
We have a football game late this afternoon. The boys only made it to one day of practice this week. I think it'll be ok, though. I hope I feel well enough to go.
I'm working on arranging the music and the PowerPoint to go with it, for church tomorrow. I'm thinking about employing Noah to do the PowerPoint, then I can start giving him computer credit.
Oh AND he announced to me the other day, that he'll be able to get his driving PERMIT in a few months! AAK! I'm actually pretty excited about it. I already have plans for the money he's going to earn working at Scout camp -insurance. He'll be driving the big, old truck. It's got no radio, so nothing to distract him :)
The options for teaching him to drive are quit large, though. So I'm going to spend the next couple of months researching and I'll let you know what I came up with.
That's it, I told you, no stream of consciousness at all. I'm practically unconscious.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Whose House Is This, Anyway?
Last night, after football practice, the younger boys ran off to their rooms. Usually, I tell them several times, "Go take off your football stuff, wash up, eat..." But lsat night, they went straight to their rooms. Then, we heard what sounded like construction. Sam went down the hall, "Hey! What are you tearing up?" "We're moving Moe back into my room."
Two years ago, we did the Big Room Swap. We moved Moe into Quinton's room. Earlier this year, I moved him out again and back into the school room/his old room. Now, they have decided that they needed a TOY ROOM. Please understand, we do not have that many toys. Call me "mean mom", I don't believe in lots of toys. We usually buy them one large ticket item. Those items are usually things like bows, shotguns or PSPs. Not lots of plastic toys. Furthermore, when I clean their rooms every so often, I toss a lot of junk. If it's broken, I toss it. You can imagine that the sons in destruction have lots of broken toys. They "blow up" everything.
So, a TOY ROOM. The thing is...there is still a lot of school stuff in there. And now, a freezer and a large desk. I guess I can move my gramma's kitchen table back in there now. It's been living under my bed and sneaking out to run into my toes every once in a while.
They seem to be under some kind of delusion that having a toy room will mean that they will not be sent to their rooms for hours at a time, to clean. Now, they'll jsut be gone twice as long, because first, they'll have to clean the BED room and then they'll have to clean the TOY room.
Toy room indeed...
Two years ago, we did the Big Room Swap. We moved Moe into Quinton's room. Earlier this year, I moved him out again and back into the school room/his old room. Now, they have decided that they needed a TOY ROOM. Please understand, we do not have that many toys. Call me "mean mom", I don't believe in lots of toys. We usually buy them one large ticket item. Those items are usually things like bows, shotguns or PSPs. Not lots of plastic toys. Furthermore, when I clean their rooms every so often, I toss a lot of junk. If it's broken, I toss it. You can imagine that the sons in destruction have lots of broken toys. They "blow up" everything.
So, a TOY ROOM. The thing is...there is still a lot of school stuff in there. And now, a freezer and a large desk. I guess I can move my gramma's kitchen table back in there now. It's been living under my bed and sneaking out to run into my toes every once in a while.
They seem to be under some kind of delusion that having a toy room will mean that they will not be sent to their rooms for hours at a time, to clean. Now, they'll jsut be gone twice as long, because first, they'll have to clean the BED room and then they'll have to clean the TOY room.
Toy room indeed...
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
It's Tuesday. Normally, at this hour, I am trying to beat boredom at the library. Quinton and I seem to have caught cold at the zoo, yesterday. So, I took Noah to classes and came home.
Moe and Quinton got math and grammar done and then we'll all work on literature together.
In the interim, I have been deleting blog feeds, facebook friends, facebook newsfeeds and facebook fan pages. I changed settings on some forums that I visit on occasion, so that I no longer receive notices in my email inbox.
Maybe now, I won't get myself in trouble over religion and politics.
I started to start a new blog called soapbox, because I still felt like ranting and raving over a few things. While I was changing the settings on a forum that is political, in nature, I saw a topic that I had not looked at. It was over changing Christmas in textbooks. How ridiculous. And that's all I'll say.
Moe and Quinton got math and grammar done and then we'll all work on literature together.
In the interim, I have been deleting blog feeds, facebook friends, facebook newsfeeds and facebook fan pages. I changed settings on some forums that I visit on occasion, so that I no longer receive notices in my email inbox.
Maybe now, I won't get myself in trouble over religion and politics.
I started to start a new blog called soapbox, because I still felt like ranting and raving over a few things. While I was changing the settings on a forum that is political, in nature, I saw a topic that I had not looked at. It was over changing Christmas in textbooks. How ridiculous. And that's all I'll say.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
The Lord's Job Description
The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me, Because the LORD has anointed me To bring good news to the afflicted; He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, To proclaim liberty to captives And freedom to prisoners; 2To proclaim the favorable year of the LORD And the day of vengeance of our God; To comfort all who mourn, 3To grant those who mourn in Zion, Giving them a garland instead of ashes, The oil of gladness instead of mourning, The mantle of praise instead of a spirit of fainting So they will be called oaks of righteousness, The planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified.Isaiah 61:1-3
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Saturday Stream, While I'm Waiting
Today was going to be extra busy, but the Lord has blessed us with rain and our football game was canceled. Now, all that I have to do is take Noah to Teen Court training, pick Moe and Quinton up from a sleepover and go to hear an amazing speaker at church :)
This week, I was supposed to be meditating on Philippians 4:8. You know the passage..."Whatsoever things are pure, etc." I tried real hard. Unfortunately, I have this addiction to Facebook. Facebook is a weird thing. There is the obvious social networking. Connecting to friends old and new, far and wide is so much fun. Then there are the sad, pathetic games that I freely admit that I am addicted to. Then...there are the feeds that I get from American Vision and a couple of friends who I don't even know in real life. They are always pointing to some outrageous news item. These items will get your mind right off purity and loveliness. I tried real hard not to read Neal's Nuze, The Cato Institute or The Heritage Foundation. Every time I took a peek, I just became obsessed. I never used to be like this. THEN, there are the "discussions" that I have been sucked into with people who are ignorant of the law and Scripture. I know...you're not supposed to talk religion and politics. Well, I can't help it, I don't have any other hobbies.
Next week, I'm going to focus on the Beattitudes. We'll see if I can develop a bit more self control. And you can expect a treatise contrasting peacemaking with peacekeeping. The two are not interchangeable.
Saturday Stream is kinda turning into Saturday Rant, isn't it?
The boys haven't said or done anything funny this week. In fact...I found out that Quinton has only been doing 4-12 problems out of 22 in Teaching Textbooks for about 80 lessons. sigh... It's all done on the computer. The only thing I was concerned about is that he was working everything in his head. I would tell him every once in a while, "You need to get some paper to work harder problems out." He'd assure me that he could do it in his head. I had no doubt in that. So, yesterday, I told him to sit down and do his math. A few minutes later, he got up. There was a back and forth exchange about his math and he turned the computer off quickly. I got up, turned it back on, pulled up the math program. And there is was in orange and blue...He made a 100% on most days, but by only doing 4-12 of the problems. The program only grades the problems they do. We had to talk about honesty, whether or not he was understanding the math and how he was going to have to go back and work every single problem.
See? Not funny, at all.
This week, I was supposed to be meditating on Philippians 4:8. You know the passage..."Whatsoever things are pure, etc." I tried real hard. Unfortunately, I have this addiction to Facebook. Facebook is a weird thing. There is the obvious social networking. Connecting to friends old and new, far and wide is so much fun. Then there are the sad, pathetic games that I freely admit that I am addicted to. Then...there are the feeds that I get from American Vision and a couple of friends who I don't even know in real life. They are always pointing to some outrageous news item. These items will get your mind right off purity and loveliness. I tried real hard not to read Neal's Nuze, The Cato Institute or The Heritage Foundation. Every time I took a peek, I just became obsessed. I never used to be like this. THEN, there are the "discussions" that I have been sucked into with people who are ignorant of the law and Scripture. I know...you're not supposed to talk religion and politics. Well, I can't help it, I don't have any other hobbies.
Next week, I'm going to focus on the Beattitudes. We'll see if I can develop a bit more self control. And you can expect a treatise contrasting peacemaking with peacekeeping. The two are not interchangeable.
Saturday Stream is kinda turning into Saturday Rant, isn't it?
The boys haven't said or done anything funny this week. In fact...I found out that Quinton has only been doing 4-12 problems out of 22 in Teaching Textbooks for about 80 lessons. sigh... It's all done on the computer. The only thing I was concerned about is that he was working everything in his head. I would tell him every once in a while, "You need to get some paper to work harder problems out." He'd assure me that he could do it in his head. I had no doubt in that. So, yesterday, I told him to sit down and do his math. A few minutes later, he got up. There was a back and forth exchange about his math and he turned the computer off quickly. I got up, turned it back on, pulled up the math program. And there is was in orange and blue...He made a 100% on most days, but by only doing 4-12 of the problems. The program only grades the problems they do. We had to talk about honesty, whether or not he was understanding the math and how he was going to have to go back and work every single problem.
See? Not funny, at all.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Defining Liberty
LIB'ERTY, n. [L. libertas, from liber, free.]
1. Freedom from restraint, in a general sense, and applicable to the body, or to the will or mind. The body is at liberty, when not confined; the will or mind is at liberty, when not checked or controlled. A man enjoys liberty, when no physical force operates to restrain his actions or volitions. 2. Natural liberty, consists in the power of acting as one thinks fit, without any restraint or control, except from the laws of nature. It is a state of exemption from the control of others, and from positive laws and the institutions of social life. This liberty is abridged by the establishment of government. 3. Civil liberty, is the liberty of men in a state of society, or natural liberty, so far only abridged and restrained, as is necessary and expedient for the safety and interest of the society, state or nation. A restraint of natural liberty, not necessary or expedient for the public, is tyranny or oppression. civil liberty is an exemption from the arbitrary will of others, which exemption is secured by established laws, which restrain every man from injuring or controlling another. Hence the restraints of law are essential to civil liberty. The liberty of one depends not so much on the removal of all restraint from him, as on the due restraint upon the liberty of others. In this sentence, the latter word liberty denotes natural liberty. 4. Political liberty, is sometimes used as synonymous with civil liberty. But it more properly designates the liberty of a nation, the freedom of a nation or state from all unjust abridgment of its rights and independence by another nation. Hence we often speak of the political liberties of Europe, or the nations of Europe. 5. Religious liberty, is the free right of adopting and enjoying opinions on religious subjects, and of worshiping the Supreme Being according to the dictates of conscience, without external control. 6. Liberty, in metaphysics, as opposed to necessity, is the power of an agent to do or forbear any particular action, according to the determination or thought of the mind, by which either is preferred to the other. Freedom of the will; exemption from compulsion or restraint in willing or volition. 7. Privilege; exemption; immunity enjoyed by prescription or by grant; with a plural. Thus we speak of the liberties of the commercial cities of Europe. 8. Leave; permission granted. The witness obtained liberty to leave the court. 9. A space in which one is permitted to pass without restraint, and beyond which he may not lawfully pass; with a plural; as the liberties of a prison. 10. Freedom of action or speech beyond the ordinary bounds of civility or decorum. Females should repel all improper liberties. To take the liberty to do or say any thing, to use freedom not specially granted. To set at liberty, to deliver from confinement; to release from restraint. To be at liberty, to be free from restraint. Liberty of the press, is freedom from any restriction on the power to publish books; the free power of publishing what one pleases, subject only to punishment for abusing the privilege, or publishing what is mischievous to the public or injurious to individuals.
Now, THAT's a definition. (Webster's 1828 Dictionary)
Sunday, September 6, 2009
This Week's Exercise
Philippians 4:8
Finally, brethren,
- whatever is true,
- whatever is honorable,
- whatever is right,
- whatever is pure,
- whatever is lovely,
- whatever is of good repute,
- if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things.
Oops! Forgot Saturday Stream
This morning, I realized that I forgot all about Saturday Stream, yesterday. Guess my stream of consciousness was not thinking about blogging. I blame Facebook.
Facebook is starting to get on my nerves. Not enough that I don't check it, because I do. Obsessively. Then, there are those games! Do you know, (you probably do, because at least three of you were with me Friday night) that Friday night I did two things with other girls/ladies/women folk? I went to our homeschool group's moms fellowship. We talked about Facebook. Then I went out to dinner with some of my oldest friends. Guess what we talked about? Do I have to say it?
At the football game yesterday, one of the moms, who happens to be one of my Farmville neighbors, came over during half time to talk about Farmville. And I was all excited to tell her about how I rearranged my Farm Town farm. Yes, I have two farms. They are different. One has cute pink and purple trees, the other one has flowers and a hedge maze.
Look! Here I am talking about Facebook, again!
Well, the only other thing that I've been talking obsessively about is politics. I'm sick of that too. I have been skipping my daily dose of political blogs and news for two days. They just make me angry.
Hey! The youngers had their first football game, yesterday. They lost kinda bad, 30-6. We, of course, think they did pretty well. Except the offensive line wouldn't block and the defensive line seemed to forget why they were out there. Quinton has his dream position. Quarterback. He did well. He didn't hand the ball to the opposing team, once. They did intercept a pass (like he was throwing straight to the kid) and he ran about 30 yards. Beleive me, that was the most yardage in a single (or all the plays combined) play that our team had. And because I'm a mom...I'm kinda ticked that the coach did not play Moe more. We only had 18 kids out there. I think he got his 10 required plays and that's it. He's the fastest kid on their team. He had been forgetting plays, but improved a lot this week during practice. He's just going to have to prove to coach this week during practice that he can do it. He did make an awesome tackle, all by himself, behind the line of scrimmage.
It must be hard to be a coach. You start off wanting to do right by all the kids, but the pressure to perform well is very high.
I have a long Sunday ahead of me. Church. Then, Sam wants me to go sit with one of the boys and sell this blasted popcorn! I'm sick of it, I tell you. I am considering marking it down. We have nine cases left. popcorn? anyone? please buy some popcorn...look, i'll give you some money... I still have school planning for next week and I really wanted to get my floors clean this weekend. Doesn't look like that's going to happen.
Facebook is starting to get on my nerves. Not enough that I don't check it, because I do. Obsessively. Then, there are those games! Do you know, (you probably do, because at least three of you were with me Friday night) that Friday night I did two things with other girls/ladies/women folk? I went to our homeschool group's moms fellowship. We talked about Facebook. Then I went out to dinner with some of my oldest friends. Guess what we talked about? Do I have to say it?
At the football game yesterday, one of the moms, who happens to be one of my Farmville neighbors, came over during half time to talk about Farmville. And I was all excited to tell her about how I rearranged my Farm Town farm. Yes, I have two farms. They are different. One has cute pink and purple trees, the other one has flowers and a hedge maze.
Look! Here I am talking about Facebook, again!
Well, the only other thing that I've been talking obsessively about is politics. I'm sick of that too. I have been skipping my daily dose of political blogs and news for two days. They just make me angry.
Hey! The youngers had their first football game, yesterday. They lost kinda bad, 30-6. We, of course, think they did pretty well. Except the offensive line wouldn't block and the defensive line seemed to forget why they were out there. Quinton has his dream position. Quarterback. He did well. He didn't hand the ball to the opposing team, once. They did intercept a pass (like he was throwing straight to the kid) and he ran about 30 yards. Beleive me, that was the most yardage in a single (or all the plays combined) play that our team had. And because I'm a mom...I'm kinda ticked that the coach did not play Moe more. We only had 18 kids out there. I think he got his 10 required plays and that's it. He's the fastest kid on their team. He had been forgetting plays, but improved a lot this week during practice. He's just going to have to prove to coach this week during practice that he can do it. He did make an awesome tackle, all by himself, behind the line of scrimmage.
It must be hard to be a coach. You start off wanting to do right by all the kids, but the pressure to perform well is very high.
I have a long Sunday ahead of me. Church. Then, Sam wants me to go sit with one of the boys and sell this blasted popcorn! I'm sick of it, I tell you. I am considering marking it down. We have nine cases left. popcorn? anyone? please buy some popcorn...look, i'll give you some money... I still have school planning for next week and I really wanted to get my floors clean this weekend. Doesn't look like that's going to happen.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
If I'm Elected...
Yesterday, at lunch, I was sitting here, doing something dumb like watching Seinfeld on YouTube.("Heellooo" from The Voice, hahaha,) and I could hear the boys talking about electing a student body president. Noah was running because he's the oldest and Moe was running. Not sure why, except that he's as good as anyone else in this house. Quinton obviously was the swing vote. I was so preoccupied with Seinfeld and watching Elaine doing her crazy dance, that I did not realize they elected Moe. I heard talk of promise of a four pack of Monsters. Note: I do not approve of bribing voters, nor do I approve of the boys drinking Monsters.
Later in the afternoon, while they were working on their second (! we are on a roll, I tell you) hands-on project for history, Moe started singing this song (that he made up), "Lawyer, lawyer in the sky...who will you save next?" Then he would ask Quinton a question (sorry, I don't really remember any, they were random though.) Quinton would answer and Moe would sing, "I rest my case." For a little while I thought he was singing about Jesus, who is our advocate in Heaven. (He wasn't.)
As he sang he developed the song to include a "trusty steed." (Think The Lone Ranger, we have a bunch of those $1 videos of old TV shows.)
I asked him later, after supper. Who the lawyer in his song was. It was him. I asked him why "in the sky?" Because he's a super hero lawyer. Of course. And somehow being Super Lawyer in the Sky (he's a defense attorney, btw) is related to being elected student body president. They must have been listening as I was railing about tort reform not ever happening because most elected officials are lawyers. Oh oh oh! I almost forgot! They ran Robertson's Rule of Order to decide on a TV show last night. Beats their usual method of deciding on a show to watch. Usually they beat on each other until I come and intervene.
I am going to have to break down and keep my camera in the dining room, where we are spending most of our time. Then when things like this come up, I can record them. It was pretty funny, ya'll.
Later in the afternoon, while they were working on their second (! we are on a roll, I tell you) hands-on project for history, Moe started singing this song (that he made up), "Lawyer, lawyer in the sky...who will you save next?" Then he would ask Quinton a question (sorry, I don't really remember any, they were random though.) Quinton would answer and Moe would sing, "I rest my case." For a little while I thought he was singing about Jesus, who is our advocate in Heaven. (He wasn't.)
As he sang he developed the song to include a "trusty steed." (Think The Lone Ranger, we have a bunch of those $1 videos of old TV shows.)
I asked him later, after supper. Who the lawyer in his song was. It was him. I asked him why "in the sky?" Because he's a super hero lawyer. Of course. And somehow being Super Lawyer in the Sky (he's a defense attorney, btw) is related to being elected student body president. They must have been listening as I was railing about tort reform not ever happening because most elected officials are lawyers. Oh oh oh! I almost forgot! They ran Robertson's Rule of Order to decide on a TV show last night. Beats their usual method of deciding on a show to watch. Usually they beat on each other until I come and intervene.
I am going to have to break down and keep my camera in the dining room, where we are spending most of our time. Then when things like this come up, I can record them. It was pretty funny, ya'll.
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