For homeschoolers, spring and summer are often planning times, as we start getting ready to order or create materials for the next school year.
Oh, who am I kidding? I never plan ahead. I don’t even plan our week, I just open my teacher’s guide when I feel like doing school and then pick something that looks like fun.
But, there are people who actually do plan ahead, so I just thought I’d let you all know that I updated my homeschool page (the link to it lives over in my sidebar under the “decaf” section).
It has what we’re studying now, as well as some of the things we’ve studied in the past, and a brief comment on what I thought about it.
And links! I linked everything to make it easy to find.
There’s not a whole lot there, since Chloe is somewhere between kindergarten and second grade, so we haven’t been doing this long.
Isn’t that first grade, you ask? (you think I don’t hear you, but I do!)
But you see, if Chloe were in public school she wouldn’t be allowed in first grade because her birthday is in November.
One of these days we’ll move to a state that requires forms and tests and stuff, and then we’ll pick a grade for her, but for now?
Eh, whatever. We do what works.
When I first came up with my tagline, I thought it was just a clever saying. I really had no idea of the power held in that brief phrase. It really should direct and focus your blog, and give readers an idea of what to expect when they first visit your blog. Thankfully my cute saying has served me well in helping to define the identity of my blog, and I have no plans to change it, but sometimes I entertain myself by coming up with new ideas (Sadly, yes, this is what goes on in my head. If my 21-year-old self could see my 31-year-old self, I’m sure she’d wondered what happened!). Here are a few that I have been collecting in my head the past few months…
One more cup and I can keep up with the kids!
Surviving deployment one cup at a time.
What is this ‘too much caffeine’ of which you speak?
Grad school edition…now with 60% more caffeine!
Louisiana edition…now with added chicory!
Does your blog have a tagline? What are some of your favorites?
Yes, you there. Boy who googled “how to ask a girl out for a cup of coffee” in nine different ways.
We want to help you.
Because, honestly? You’re sounding a little desperate.
And my readers, well, we’re girls. Or at least we once were.
So, girls, share your worst pick up experience, best pick up experience or your thoughts on how girls and boys shouldn’t ever speak to each other until they’re 40.
(Anything to help a brother out.)
One random commenter will win a $20 gift card to Starbucks.
(Any excuse to help a sister out to some much-deserved caffeine!)
I’m going out of town for the weekend, so you have til Monday morning to share.
And, Google Boy?
You might want to dial the desperation down just a little.
With Isaac recently home from Iraq, it is amazing how often his deployment comes up in conversation with absolute strangers.
I go to get a pedicure and a little grown-up pampering, and the women ask me if I’m getting ready for a special occasion.
We went to California to see family, and the airline agents and flight attendants all ask about our destination.
And the overwhelming response from people has been to thank us. Not just my husband, but also me for making the sacrifice of living without him. One family even paid for our dinner when we were out on a date. At an expensive Japanese Hibachi restaurant. And it turned out that the man had actually recently had to close his business due to the economy.
We’ve been exceedingly blessed and encouraged by strangers.
But when I was in California I went to a friend’s house. I was alone with her husband for a few minutes and the first thing he said after hi? Was criticism. There wasn’t even a “Glad Isaac is safe and home” or a “How does it feel to have your husband back?” before he started in…
“You know, I really don’t like the direction our military is going…” and he went on for a minute without giving me any chance to respond.
My friend came back into the room and we left, so I never said anything to him, which I’m not sure is good or bad. Because honestly, my opinion is this:
Complain to the lawmakers. Thank the men and women who risk their lives to ensure you have the freedom to complain.
But it does make me wonder. Why is it complete strangers who thank us and encourage us, and friends who attack unexpectedly?
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