Sunday, September 30, 2007

Great shall be the Peace of thy Children

I'm joining in Ritsumei's great idea of posting a scripture on Sunday.

This one speaks to my heart and lifts my Spirit. I'm so thankful for a Saviour who is concerned with my welfare and provides His sweet comforting Spirit when I need it.

Isaiah 54:11-13 and 3 Nephi 22: 11-13

O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay thy stones with fair colours, and lay thy foundations with sapphires.

And I will make thy windows of agates, and thy gates of carbuncles, and all thy borders of pleasant stones.

And all thy children shall be taught of the LORD; and great shall be the peace of thy children.

Saturday, September 29, 2007


Heyyyy! I'm a Wonder Woman!!! Many thanks to Carrie =)

I hearby name those I think are wonder women:

My Mum, Sandra Smith
My sisters, Caroline and Nicola
My daughter, Emily
A gazillion women at church that I'm not going to even attempt to type up because it's nearly midnight and I'm tired and there's a lot of them.


Candace Salima


I don't know what this lady's name is, but her blog ROCKS and she's an AWESOME homeschooling Mom and has a BIG HUNK of cheese and her husband eats icky things. I think she just may be Jimmie. But don't quote me on that.

Tristi, who is, as always, absolutely inspiring.

Just WHAT is this funny lady's name? And why can I not remember or find out? Is it because I should have been in bed hours ago but the laundry still needs doing? Ten minutes til the Sabbath...

Heidi Miller, who has thrived with her family in Jakarta, Indonesia. Who'd'a'thunk all those years ago when we were employed by Ford, living in Canton, MI, that our family would now be in TN and their family would be in Indonesia? It's a funny old world.

Ms. Parker, whose blog brings peace to my soul. =)

Thanks to you all for your kindness and inspiration. And for making me snort like a little piggy while engulfed in rib-aching laughter. =)

That was fun! =)

Why did I stay away from reading blogs and posting on mine for so long? I have just snorted and giggled my way through the past fifteen minutes reading the Keiser Family blog.

I found this, which I thought would be amusing to fill out:

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet name & current car)
Peanut Eurovan

2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)
Peanut Butter Keebler's M&Ms

3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Purple dragon

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Suzanne Kowloon

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)

7. SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink)
The Yellow Peanut Butter Hot Chocolate. (ROFL! =D)

8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)
Leonard Jock

9. STRIPPER NAME: ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy)
Violet FastBreak

10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names )

I'd have a great witness protection name. Neither my mother nor my father have a middle name.

11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter)
I went to a Catholic Boarding school - didn't have a fifth grade teacher. Just had subject teachers and went from room to room.

Hmmm, after thinking about it a little bit we DID have a sort of kind of "homeroom" teacher, but I can't remember who it was. I've no doubt blocked it because of all the hideous memories.

12. SPY NAME/BOND GIRL: (your favorite season/holiday, flower)
Thanksgiving Morning Glory

13. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”)
Grape shirty skirty

14. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)
Granola Weeping Willow.

15. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”)
The Reading Massive Loud Crashing Booming Lightning and Thunder Tour

Woe is me for I'm not only undone but I'm a whining misery-guts.

Well it's just been an appalling few days and I've been a hermit and haven't wanted to talk or write or anything because I'm downright miserable and wanting to avoid all contact with other humans.

Emily ended up with not only three detentions but also an In-School Suspension because of all her tardies. Luckily her experiences there were not fun and she has declared she'll never be tardy again. Good oh.

Ben argued with me once too often and yelled at me to shut up. The Momma Volcano had a major explosion at that point.

Andrew has discovered whining and screaming. Screaming and whining. Whining and screaming. And when he's not doing that he's talking at me. Non-stop. A wall of words. He obviously needs attention. I'm just not very good at playing with cars on the couch. I've never been good at that kind of thing.

I have felt the past few days like I'm just going to explode. Like I want OUT of here. I've been more miserable this past week than I have since I got over my psychotic depression after Emily was born. THAT was two years of sheer hell I never want to repeat.

Ok, ok, so it's been bad bad bad and I've been miserable miserable miserable and trying to keep it all together and not go nuts and try to be calm and a good Momma and do things good Mommas should know...take care of the family and be there for the children and stuff. My children are not behaving well so obviously they need a bunch of well-adjusted Mommy time and attention. I'm trying to give them that.

Then on Tuesday Ben and I were having a discussion about how much we love the co-op...the very same co-op we were both sooo reluctant to join but eventually did with great trepidation. It turned out it was BRILLIANT and we LOVED it. Half an hour after the conversation about how much we both loved it, the phone rang. The leader of the co-op was in hospital with chest pain. It wasn't a stroke but she has been told to chill out and take it easy. Soooo. No more co-op.

Ok ok ok, so I kind of get it together and Bert and I have a good date last night and this morning we get up early and take Ben to his scout merit badge thing and then he, Andrew and I all go to the farmer's market and then Andrew some shoes because his toes were hanging over his sandals and then get some lunch and then have a drive to beautiful Leiper's Fork and it was very rejuvinating. hooray!

Until we both notice several beautiful properties that we love that are for sale and we're excited until we find they're out of our price range by a huge amount.

And then I'm bummed again.

But THEN I go to the Relief Society Broadcast which was superdedooper and uplifting and great and NOT ONLY THAT but I meet up with a bunch of people I like and end up hanging out with Stacy Shelly...only that's not her name. I keep forgetting her married name because she's the daughter of this great family I knew in Michigan. But ANYWAY, Stacy and I hang out and after the broadcast she says "I'm going to go see if they need help in the kitchen" which would never occur to me because I'm kinda self absorbed and stuff. But anyway I tag along and we work hard and have a GREAT time in the kitchen. Stacy is a riot! =D We have so much fun.

And so I'm feeling great again. Spiritual high. All that. Hooray! =) Maybe I'm an ok person after all???

THEN I come home and wait for Emily to get home from homecoming and she shows me the photos and I realize.....this was a big deal with a WHOLE bunch of girls and they had a cookout and lots of parents were there taking pictures and.....

...we weren't. Because we're clueless.

And I feel like the scummiest parent alive.

Emily insists she told us about the cookout. All I heard was "I'm going over to Carolina's house to get ready" and when I suggested they get ready here the answer was "" So. Ok. That's what I heard. Emily tells me that she gave me all the info. I don't think she did. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I'm wondering why on earth she doesn't want us around her friends or her friend's parents.

And I'm wondering what those parents think about us as Emily's parents....because we're never there....because we don't know about these things...because we're never told.


So. I'm bummed again.

If I don't get out of this mood soon, I can see me spiraling down into that nasty pit of depression again and I don't ever ever want to go there ever again because it was really really bad. So somehow I've got to snap out of it. I'm not sure how. Maybe I need a good night's sleep or something.

How come being the parent of a teenager is so hard?

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Bizarre grading

In talking to Emily's math teacher - who appears to be a very nice lady, btw, I discovered that in Emily's math class they are graded on the attempt to do the problem, not on whether the answer was correct or incorrect. So if Emily attempted 10/10 problems, she would get 100% even if she got every single one of them incorrect.

Now...while I like my daughter to get high grades, this seems a little odd to me. But whatever, I'm not the teacher so ok. If I were the teacher, she'd get 'em right or she wouldn't get the grade...but I guess Emily will learn that way of grading when she goes to college, eh? =)

Does this way of grading seem totally bizarre to anyone else? I guess we only learn if our children have actually understood the material when we see test results. Surely...surely tests aren't marked in that same odd way???? Emily has a math test this morning, so we'll see how that goes.

She also has detention this afternoon, and a raging cold. Life is not looking too rosy for Emily at the moment. *sigh* =( What a horrid couple of days this has been.

Must look on the good side: Ben's enjoying his co-op. His friend, Jack, has a birthday party on Friday. Andrew sees letters all over the place and points out Xs and Ts. He's trying to figure out numbers, often confusing six with nine and one with four and visa versa.

Other good things: Our new dishwasher will be arriving in the middle of October. I've been without a dishwasher for a month now and it's driving me bonkers. Not that I MIND washing dishes most of the time, it's just sometimes I CAN'T BE BOTHERED. Thus, we went with a dishwasher that all but puts the dang things away once it's done washing them. Apparently you can put dishes in there UNRINSED, with BAKED ON FOOD, and it gets them clean. *drools*. Man, hope it lives up to expectations or I'm going to be bummed.

Also, Our new phones should be arriving soon. (Free with a new contract. Hooray for freebies! =)) Hopefully sometime this week. I hope so as not only is my home phone practically dead, but my cell phone is practically dead also and it's difficult for people to get hold of me and visa versa. Though that's not actually a bad thing, really.

I THINK this is our new phone. I'll let you know if I've got it wrong when they arrive.

Ok. I suppose I'd better go do something productive. *sigh*. =(

Sunday, September 16, 2007

And the deception continues

Found out this afternoon that Emily has three detentions because of her many many tardies. She wasn't going to tell us, I don't think. We were just lucky enough to find out.

I went on the k12planet website to find out what the heck was going on. She is doing incredibly well in some classes. However, she has a big fat F in math with a ton of absolute zeros. Not work she's attempted but didn't understand and thus has a low grade...but zeros.

My first reaction was "get it together or I'll homeschool you."

My second reaction is "run run run run run run away." I want OUT of here.

I think it's really dang funny that kids think adults have all the freedom. Hahaha! I'm feeling so trapped right now I could scream.

"Excuse me, but I'm a person too, and I'm sick of telling you to get your life in order. I'm sick of your blind selfishness. I didn't ask for this, and to be absolutely frank I'm sick of your crap." Sorry about the bad language, but I'm really mad.

I'm going to run run run away and hide under my bedcovers just like any other mature adult would do. Hopefully I'll lose this depression in Terry Pratchett or David McCulloch.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Fantasy or madness.

I have a fantasy.....

Me. Small easily kept house. Books. Cross-stitch supplies. Comfort food. Roaring fire.

No mess
No dishes
No kids yelling
(No kids to yell at)
No commitments


I wonder how long it would take me to be utterly bored? Two weeks? Two days? Two hours? =)

Several years? =D

General irritation

Alright, the Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin is really annoying me. Not only has he gone off to England, telling Miss Read that he loved her dearly, but he has also gone in company of one Ralph, who is one of the scummiest human beings on earth.

In the WHOLE ENTIRE TIME Franklin is in London, he writes Miss Read only ONE letter - and that to tell her he's not coming back to America any time soon. He admits this was a mistake. Very big of him, I'm sure.

His friend Ralph had a wife and child in America. He dumps them there and leaves for England with no intention of ever returning to them. !!! He doesn't tell them he's never going to return - he tells them he'll be back soon, but from the first NEVER INTENDED TO. In London he is unable to get a job and lives off Franklin for a while; then shacks up with a woman and lives off her for a while. She has a child and it is not revealed whether it's Ralph's or not. Because she can't support Ralph and the child (Ralph still having no work) he UPS AND LEAVES THEM and goes into the country.

He takes a post as a country teacher, but feeling too embarrassed about this menial position to use his own name he uses FRANKLIN'S name....obviously it's fine for a "Ben Franklin" to be a country teacher, but not for a "Ralph whatever". What the heck?

It just goes to show; there has been unprincipled, selfish, self-centered scumbags in this world ever since Cain.

In other news, Ben and Bert are going camping tonight with Ben's scout troop. Ben is SOOOOOO not looking forward to this as there are several young men in Deacons who are, frankly, out of control and just plain nasty. They think they're being cool and know the type...but in fact are cruel.

An example of this is when they helped out at a local race they ran out of water because they were tipping it all over the other helpers - much to the helpers' annoyance. So what did they do? They held out empty cups for the runners. Can you believe that? That made me SO angry when I heard of it. What a lovely example of the Church that is.

They've basically made Ben's life a misery since we moved here. He half didn't want to become a Deacon because of them. He said to me "Do I have to go on the campout? I really don't want to go. I know they'll tease me." Those little...... Excuse my language, but I'm angry at them. Worst thing is, the scoutleader is the father of one of the boys and does nothing to correct him. Blows my mind! I don't get it because the scoutmaster himself, his wife and all their other children are so sweet - just this one kid has needed a spanking for several years.

Anyway, so Ben's really worried sick about this campout. Bert has talked about his experiences on campouts in his youth and thus has said for years that he would go on any scout campouts with his son(s). Thus, Bert is going with Ben...but Ben is still worried and begging not to go.

It's such a HUGE pity that scouting is so tied in with the Young Men's programme. There are some really incredibly good scouting troops in this area that I would love for Ben to attend...but then why would he need to attend Church activity night if he did that? And that's a dangerous path to head down.

WHY is it that all Ben's non-member friends are lovely, but quite a few of the boys inside the church are awful and making his life a misery?

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Well this sucks

Ok, so Emily is on a curfew which changes depending on where she's going and what she's doing. It's a strict curfew. If she doesn't get in (the phrase is "in the house looking me in the eye") by the time we specify, she's grounded and her phone is taken away.

On Saturday she went to a party. She called to ask if could she go to Lazer Tag in Nashville. The birthday girl's father said he'd get her home on time. I told Emily I didn't think she could make it. I said this in a couple of ways, and made it clear that no matter who was driving she was responsible to be in the house on time. Ultimately I left the decision up to her. She, of course, as I knew she wouldn't, didn't make it on time. So she was grounded and her phone taken away.

Yesterday her phone appeared in her bag. Whoops!!! I just told her to put it on her Dad's dresser. When I later told Bert Emily had taken it, he was Not Pleased. But the matter was dropped as the phone was back on his dresser - we thought.

Sooooo, tonight he comes home and is like "Ok, where's the phone?" All out hunt for the phone. Emily denies knowledge. Bert and Emily are looking for it. Can't find it. So in the end I just sigh and say "Well, Emily, you'd better look in your bag."

"Oh! It's in here" says Emily with a 'now how did that get in here?' kind of voice. I said "ooooooooh, big mistake."

Anyway, all sorts of uncomfortable conniptions ensued and ended with me crying. Bert and Emily went upstairs. I followed a few minutes later to comfort Emily who was crying in the privacy of her room.

Raising teenagers SUCKS. I mean, SUCKS. Emily is a 17 year old junior. Which means she'll be an 18 year old senior. Which is going to SUCK.

Question: How in the world am I going to survive these next two years? Emily thinks she's old enough to be independent but she's not quite and is still in high school. I think I'm going to go mad dealing with all this.

Why am I up at 11.49pm worrying about all this? I have cub scouts tomorrow and I know I'm going to be dead because I KNOW I'm not going to sleep well tonight.

I would like to quote the penguin in Madagascar: "Well, this sucks."

I'm trapped in a wintery, snowy wasteland.

Help help! I'm being repressed!

Just loooove 1969

In 1969 (the year you were born)

Richard Nixon becomes president of the US

Mary Jo Kopechne is killed when Senator Edward Kennedy veers off a narrow bridge on Chappaquiddick Island, crashing into a pond

US astronaut Neil Armstrong becomes the first person to set foot on the moon while commanding the Apollo 11 mission

Breathtaking pictures of Mars are transmitted to earth from NASA's Mariner 7 as it passes within 2,200 miles of the Red Planet

Woodstock music festival begins in upstate NY, featuring performances by Grateful Dead, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jefferson Airplane, and many more artists

250,000 Vietnam War protestors gather in Washington for the largest anti-war rally in US history

The first draft lottery since WWII is held in New York City

The Beatles' performance in public for the last time, on the roof of Apple Records

The Stonewall riots mark the start of the modern gay rights movement in the US

Marilyn Manson, Jennifer Aniston, Renee Zellweger, Edward Norton, Christian Slater, and Linus Torvalds are born

New York Mets win the World Series

New York Jets win Superbowl III

Montreal Canadiens win the Stanley Cup

Sesame Street premieres

Midnight Cowboy wins the Oscar for best picture

David Bowie's debut single, "Space Oddity", becomes a huge hit - in part due to the US landing on the moon

Sharon Tate & the LaBiancas are found murdered by Charles Manson & "family"

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

If you're not English, you might not get it.

A new restaurant is opening in Cool Springs, just a few minutes from us.

Bert and I stared at the name of it in disbelief. "Let's stop in the parking lot and see what comes up, shall we?" he said. How did I marry such a rude man???

Monday, September 10, 2007

Idealism in youth, Cynicism in older years.

One of the books I'm currently reading is The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin.

Being prey to the usual affliction of teenagers (i.e. brain leaking out of the ears) some of his beliefs as a youth were off, while others were right on the money and MAN was he smart. He was, at one point, a vegetarian. I think it remarkable that teenagers often flirt with vegetarianism. I certainly did, and only stopped because I married a meat-and-potatoes man. =D

Anyway, where was I?

Oh yes, vegetarian. However, he really liked fish. Being on a boat at one point in time where they caught and cooked a large amount of cod, he was sorely tempted to eat some. Noticing that there were some little fish inside the big one he said to himself "well, if you eat each other, there's no reason why I can't eat you." And so he did. And enjoyed it.

However, he said,

"So convenient a thing it is to be a reasonable creature, since it enables one to find or make a reason for everything one has a mind to do."

Hahaha! =D =D =D That was not the youth speaking but the older, wiser Franklin. It made me giggle and shake my head. What a cynical thing to say!

Hmmmm. Idealism in youth, cynicism in older years. Which is the more attractive? While there is no doubt that his cynical comment MAY be bitingly true, I find the idealism MUCH more attractive. Cynicism is unattractive and is possibly a sign of a bitter, angry soul who wishes to be thought of as wise and clever.

Saturday, September 08, 2007

slothfulness and irritation

Oh gosh, I've got to get off my BUM. It's 10.50am and I'm still in my nightdress at the computer. *sigh*. Really, I'm totally slothful. I've made a list of things I need to do today and I just SO don't want to do them...and thus I'm procrastinating. However, if I just DO it, do it it right now =D then I won't feel so disappointed in myself.

I have been reading the Word of Wisdom and thinking and studying and have come to the conclusion that the Lord really just doesn't want us to eat oodles of meat. It's mentioned specifically that 'OI! Don't go around stuffing your faces! These things are alive, you know!'

However, Paul also received a vision where the Lord encourages him to "kill and eat". Sooooo.....

My conclusion is this. I will strive to eat a more healthy vegetarian menu, but eating meat occasionally is ok.

I was thinking about our teeth, how they're set up for us to be omnivorous. However I really believe the Lord wants us to be respectful of life and if we don't need to kill to eat...well then, don't!

You know what else bugs me? Apples. The past couple of years whenever I bite into an apple the back of my throat starts ITCHING in an unbelievable manner calculated to drive me bananas.

SO lately I've taken to washing the apples, peeling them and washing them again. While this lessens the symptoms it doesn't eliminate them. I've just eaten 1/8th of a peeled washed apple, and my teeth are buzzing (that's the only way I can describe the bizarre symptom) and the roof of my mouth and my throat, though not reacting as intensely as when I don't peel the apple, are feeling swollen and itchy.

What the heck????

Also, my leg itchiness is back. I do not believe the dermatologist's assertion that it's "Childhood asthma manifesting itself in a different way" because, frankly, I didn't HAVE childhood asthma!!! So what the heck? Why are my legs so intensely itchy?

Maybe I should look into natural remedies, but I'm as skeptical about them as I am about modern medicine.

Alright. Must clean the house now. Let the whining and screaming commence.

Friday, September 07, 2007

get orally acquainted with a bar of soap

This morning I went through a bunch of CDs and plonked them on ITunes. Then Emily wanted me to buy a bunch of songs which I happily did for her. Thereafter I made a list of my favourite songs. Looking at the list, I realized it was rather odd. For your enjoyment, my list:

A Warm Place - Nine Inch Nails
Aaron's Party - Aaron Carter. I joke not. Just seeing those two songs one after the other messes with my head.
Abide with me - Ponchillo
Antmusic - Adam and the Ants
Are you Gonna Be my Girl - Jet
Baba O'Riley - The Who
Battle Hymn of the Republic - Slender
Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve. (I once wrote a not-so-hideous poem to that song.)
Bizarre Love Triangle - New Order
Pluto - Bjork. (On my ipod it's listed as "Bjork - Pluto" thus its placement in the list.)
Blue Monday 88 - New Order
Book of Mormon Stories - Pipedreams

Alright, I can't be bothered to write any more.

I warned Emily that there were some NIN songs on the ipod, but that I'd hand picked them and they weren't icky. I, in fact, went through three CDs and there were four songs that were appropriate - one of which is boring so I might have to dump it. The music is INCREDIBLE, but oh my, the words leave me feeling dirty and icky. Trent Reznor is a terrible potty mouth. He REALLY needs to get orally acquainted with a bar of soap!

Emily declared that she really liked some of NIN's songs. I was suspicious. "WHERE have you been hearing NIN?" say I, ready to whip out the noodles. Apparently, on the radio. "Oh?" (still suspicious) "What song is your favourite?"

"Well," she said, "One I really like is called.."

And I know, I just KNOW which one she was going to say.



"AAAGGGGHHHHHH! What are you doing listening to stuff like that? Do not sully your beautiful mind with that kind of filth!"

"Yeah," She said, "I was listening to it thinking "Man! This is REALLY GOOD" and then it got to this one bit and I went.."

And we both slapped our hands over our mouths at the same time and said "OH!" =D

Bad bad bad get out the soap!

Thing is....thing is, you see, my mood is INCREDIBLY influenced by the music I listen to. So I have to be careful what I listen to.

Even so, it's bizarre that I have Aaron Carter immediately following "A Warm Place".

Bert and I are meant to be going out on a date this evening. It's 7.05pm and he's still not home. *sigh*. We were meant to be going out to eat and then buying new cell phones and a dishwasher as ours are totally kaput. No such luck. =(

Bert arrived! We went to La Guadalajara, which not only has really good Mexican food dead cheap, but also is Mexican owned and run and on a Friday evening has live music. The live music consists of a keyboardist "The Caribbean Cowboy" (who is Mexican) and his singing sister. It's hokey and I LOVE it. =) If Candace manages to make it to Nashville, I may have to take her to La Guadalajara just for the fun of making her giggle. OTOH, it might not be fun for her to sign books after eating Mexican food...

Their salsa, btw, is HEAVY on the cilantro which makes it the best salsa I've ever tasted. And the lettuce is crisp, chilled, clean, and so far different from the limp, moldy and smelly "bag" salads the other restaurants serve.

ANYWAY, after eating (which took about 40 mins) Bert started heading home. Hello? A 40 minute date? I think not! So off we went to Best Buy where I thought I was going to get a new phone. I mean, saying "I need a new phone, mine is dead" and "Please look up stuff about phones because I need one" and "Let's go get me a new phone" were all indicative of the fact that I was expecting to walk out of the store with a phone that actually worked.

Apparently not. I'm not quite sure what else I could have said to have got the point across that I wanted to buy a phone. I am, in fact, still working-phone-less. However, I believe Bert is on the laptop at the moment conducting highly important research on plans and prices and things. =) =) Bless his heart.

Subsequent to the disappointment of Best Buy, we went to the bookshop. I believe this is because I was so disappointed that when I suggested it Bert couldn't say no. =D =D

And thus I spent a merry half hour in Barnes and Noble and ended up buying:

Terry Pratchett's "Thief of Time"


The Student's Vegetarian Cookbook.

Yum yum. =)

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Ok. SFR read, silly tests taken, now it's time to get off my bum and exercise.

Ben's got a good handle on grammar, eh? =) Here's his result:

You Scored an A

You got 10/10 questions correct.

It's pretty obvious that you don't make basic grammatical errors.
If anything, you're annoyed when people make simple mistakes on their blogs.
As far as people with bad grammar go, you know they're only human.
And it's humanity and its current condition that truly disturb you sometimes.

Oh yes, so me. =)

The Part of You That No One Sees

You are balanced, peaceful, and sincere.
You're the type of person who goes along to get along.
And you're definitely afraid of rocking the boat.

Underneath it all, you fear your world falling apart.
You'll put up with a situation that you don't like in fear of changing it.
Disruptive and forceful people intimidate you - and sometimes exploit you.

Ok...I'm a bit addicted to these tests...

Well, maybe I'm not THAT addicted to them, but I've certainly enjoyed taking a few today. It turns out I'm conservative, and so conservative that I should consider running for office, but I'm moderate enough that I think the radical left and the radical right are complete loonies. Uh huh.

This is a test I'm particularly proud of:

Your Vocabulary Score: A

Congratulations on your multifarious vocabulary!
You must be quite an erudite person.

Things I've done today:
1. rolled out of bed. Andrew was "helping" me. =D

2. sorted myself out a bit, but not much

3. fed the children cheerios

4. put on "Cars" for Andrew. Yes, I know it's early in the day to do that. Normally he's not allowed the TV on until homeschool is all done. But today I had no self control.

5. Looked through my email and looked for a carpet and looked at a couple of blogs and took some silly tests.

6. Meanwhile, Ben did his homework from the co-op (I helped him find some stuff on the net)

7. Then he did his scripture study and journal and scripture memorization

8. Then he did his math - which I marked. He, as usual, scored a kazillion percent because he does so many extra credit problems. He gets 100% most days without the extra credit, so what do I give him WITH the extra credit? 150%?

9. Then we did spelling together. He got 99%, but only because he wasn't paying attention and spelled "engineer" "enigeer". I know he knows how to spell that! =D

10. Then he did his Science test on module 3 of Apologia Gen. Science. He scored 91%

11. Then we did music and art appreciation. The next four weeks are dedicated to Johannes Sebastian Bach and Thomas Gainsborough. We listened to Bach's Suite number 2 in B Minor for Flute and Orchestra - BEAUTIFUL! Man, I'm going to LOVE the next four weeks of music appreciation. Bach is my favourite. We studied Gainsborough's "The Painter's Daughters with a Cat (unfinished)". Ben studied the painting then drew it from memory.

12. Then I helped Andrew on the potty. His bum's a bit poorly, poor thing.

13. Ben then practiced his guitar. Uh huh. It's pretty quiet up there.

Now it's time for LUNCH and then Andrew will SLEEP and then I'll read SQUISHED FAMILY ROBINSON with Ben and when Andrew wakes up we'll go to the GAME STORE where Ben will buy METROID PRIME: CORRUPTION with his BIRTHDAY MONEY and some money that he EARNED from WALKING THE DOG.

At some point I'll not only have a SHOWER and get DRESSED but I will stop talking in this SILLY CAPITALS. =D

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Oh I do hope this works...

Your Aura is Blue

Spiritual and calm, you tend to live a quiet but enriching life.
You are very giving of yourself. And it's hard for you to let go of relationships.

The purpose of your life: showing love to other people

Famous blues include: Angelina Jolie, the Dali Lama, Oprah

Careers for you to try: Psychic, Peace Corps Volunteer, Counselor

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Just loooove those books

I find this story quite upsetting. All those beautiful artifacts - gone! So so so sad.

Argh! History isn't evil! You can't destroy the fact that your ancestors are your ancestors.

Is it evil and judgmental of me to look at something like this and look at something like the Taliban destroying the statues of Buddha and draw a line from one to the other with a question mark above it? Is that correlation too simplistic? Goodness knows there's been some nasty undeserved judgments about Mormons; I'd hate to do that to someone else.

Well, this was meant to be quite a long entry with all the news, but there are a few problems to that:

1. Bert is disappearing upstairs to read Terry Pratchett's "Feet of Clay"

2. David McCullough's "1776" calls to me

3. One of my favourite things to do is to read books with Bert

4. There's nothing much to talk about. So therefore I'm running upstairs to snuggle in bed with a book and a husband. Hooray! =)

Did I tell you we went boating with the Facer's, a family we knew from Rochester Hills who have moved just down the road from us? Did I say Christie and I bravely went tubing together? Did I say the kids jumped off a huge cliff?


We actually had visitors around yesterday which is extremely unusual for our hermit-type family. =) It was really fun.


That's about it, really.

I wonder if I should have another lemon bar before I go to bed???? Probably not.

Ni' night.