Go Gators!

Yeppers. Gotta love ‘em.
Nope, I’m not a Gator, but Ward Cleaver is. It was a happy night at our house. Simon has a Gator themed bedroom, so he stayed up and watched the whole game with us. Will he ever go there? Who knows. Maybe he will if we move to Florida and he can get in-state tuition. Otherwise? Hmmmmmm.
P.S. I’ve switched back to my old “Rounded” theme that I loved so much. The mood fits right now. I’m sure I’ll change it again. If you recognize my blog by my theme, sorry. I’m fickle.
Never Wrestle with a Pig
Years ago I taught a class that included a segment on interpersonal communications. One of the things I shared with my classes was:
Never wrestle with a pig.
You both get all dirty,
and the pig likes it!
That is so very true.
Homeschool — One Word or Two?
I say homeschool is one word. We are homeschoolers. We like homeschooling. My kids are homeschooled.
The American Heritage Dictionary shows it as one word. If everyone just started using one word (the way we homeschoolers do), it would sure make searching for homeschool articles a lot easier. As it is now, I have to put “home school” and other variations of that in my searches, which results in all sorts of hits on sites about homework and schools and other such junk. Ugh.
Caught in our Jammies!
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a post about Freedom in which I mentioned that the real reason we homeschool is so that we can stay in our jammies all day.
Well, yesterday we were caught in our jammies. Our next door neighbor stopped by at around 11:45 to tell us the wonderful news that they had caught a RAT in their back yard. Can you say ICK?!
Well, she knocked on the door and I poked my nose out. “I’m sorry to interrupt your school…” Then she noticed my pajamas and said, “…or maybe a nap?” I said, “No, we’re just reading a book.” We were reading “McBroom the Rainmaker.” (FYI, the Sid Fleischman “McBroom” books are wonderful. Look for them if you haven’t read them to your kids.)
I was soooooo embarrassed. We were enjoying our lazy morning, heading out for our co-op class from 1:00-3:00 and then Pokemon League from 3:00-6:00, but to our neighbor, we were “napping.” She already thinks we are strange. They moved in 2 years ago (we’ve been here 14 years) and they are a few years younger than us and “childless by choice.” I think that indirectly says that they don’t like kids, but who knows for sure. They definitely give the impression that they don’t like our particular kids, but then again, what next door neighbors of three boys ages 6, 7, and 9 do??
I too was the perfect parent once — but then I had kids.


