It is the time of year where I spend every spare (and not-so-spare) moment in front of a computer. The Oklahoma Homeschool Convention is just over a month away and one of my responsibilities is recruiting, scheduling and managing convention volunteers. This year, the best part of the job is that this sweet lady and her darling hubby have agreed to consider taking over these duties, which means we've had the pleasure of their family's company a few times over the last several weeks. It has been such a privilege getting to know this dear family.
If you want to see what I did today instead of mopping the kitchen and unpacking my suitcase, click here. Feel free to nose around and give me whatever feedback you have. I particularly like feedback that includes the words "incredible", "beyond awesome", and "skinny", but of course I just want you to be honest.
If you are a homeschooler in Oklahoma, please consider taking advantage of the opportunities to shop and learn at the convention. From seasoned home educators to those just starting out, we've worked to provide something to encourage everyone. Wanna know something? I have a blog dedicated to OCHEC activities that I've neglected even worse than this one, and that's saying a lot.
And now, with the 3-hour nap I took between 5 and 8 this morning having completely worn off, I'm going to peel my eyeballs away from my MacBook and put myself to bed. Have a blessed Lord's Day.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
If BooMama Can Do It...
...so can I! Lookie here! It's a list! And it must be cute and oh-so-sassy because I've seen it on the most fashionable blogs. I will commence with the list, post haste, lest all the wordiness detract from the impact of aforementioned list.
One more note, real quick: whereas it's Stupid-thirty in the morning, and whereas I'm living the reality that mother's milk is composed entirely of maternal brain cells, this list will be neither orderly nor logical. You've been warned.
1. Watching 24 should qualify as aerobic exercise. I clinch muscle groups which have yet to be named while I watch Jack Bauer single-handedly attempt to save humanity from certain doom. Again. As usual.
B. While I LOVE being a mom, and I'm OVER THE MOON about my five (count 'em, F-I-V-E) (seriously, somebody count 'em, 'cause I might've left one at the library) (HA! I had you thinking we go to the library!) (where was I?) kids, and I am BEYOND GRATEFUL to be able to stay home with them, and I KNOW in my KNOWER that we're supposed to home school...Y'ALL! Doing all these things at once is like juggling cats and I'm getting scratched to pieces! Therefore, henceforth I shall only Mother on Mondays, Teach on Tuesdays, Wash on Wednesdays, Train on Thursdays and File on Fridays. On Saturdays, I shall Sit and on Sundays I will Sing. Man! Am I glad I got THAT worked out!
III. I got home from a trip to Colorado exactly one month ago today. I remembered to tell you about it because THE SUITCASE IS STILL ON THE FLOOR OF MY ROOM. You'll want to come back here to read the rest of my housekeeping tips.
Four. My blog reader runneth over, but I'm reading them here and there as I have a spare moment. I mostly read on my phone, which means that I'm not commenting as much. If your sitemeter stats list a visitor from Oklahoma City using a Mac, assume it's me and try to imagine me nodding, mm-hmmm-ing and muttering the occasional "you go, Girl". Because I totally am.
Cinco. I love Twitter.
The end.
One more note, real quick: whereas it's Stupid-thirty in the morning, and whereas I'm living the reality that mother's milk is composed entirely of maternal brain cells, this list will be neither orderly nor logical. You've been warned.
1. Watching 24 should qualify as aerobic exercise. I clinch muscle groups which have yet to be named while I watch Jack Bauer single-handedly attempt to save humanity from certain doom. Again. As usual.
B. While I LOVE being a mom, and I'm OVER THE MOON about my five (count 'em, F-I-V-E) (seriously, somebody count 'em, 'cause I might've left one at the library) (HA! I had you thinking we go to the library!) (where was I?) kids, and I am BEYOND GRATEFUL to be able to stay home with them, and I KNOW in my KNOWER that we're supposed to home school...Y'ALL! Doing all these things at once is like juggling cats and I'm getting scratched to pieces! Therefore, henceforth I shall only Mother on Mondays, Teach on Tuesdays, Wash on Wednesdays, Train on Thursdays and File on Fridays. On Saturdays, I shall Sit and on Sundays I will Sing. Man! Am I glad I got THAT worked out!
III. I got home from a trip to Colorado exactly one month ago today. I remembered to tell you about it because THE SUITCASE IS STILL ON THE FLOOR OF MY ROOM. You'll want to come back here to read the rest of my housekeeping tips.
Four. My blog reader runneth over, but I'm reading them here and there as I have a spare moment. I mostly read on my phone, which means that I'm not commenting as much. If your sitemeter stats list a visitor from Oklahoma City using a Mac, assume it's me and try to imagine me nodding, mm-hmmm-ing and muttering the occasional "you go, Girl". Because I totally am.
Cinco. I love Twitter.
The end.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Theology of Suffering
Joni Eareckson Tada's message begins about 5 minutes in, and is about 25 minutes long. It's worth the viewing, I think. I hope you agree.
Two of our children have disabilities. I've learned over the last 17+ years that all people have disabilities, only a few of which are visible. All people suffer. Only a few of them do so publicly. May we all have the grace to submit to all of God's sovereign plan, and to deal gently with each other as we participate with Him in our transformation into the likeness of our suffering Savior. Thank God for the suffering "driving me down the road to Calvary, where otherwise I might not naturally be inclined to go."
Two of our children have disabilities. I've learned over the last 17+ years that all people have disabilities, only a few of which are visible. All people suffer. Only a few of them do so publicly. May we all have the grace to submit to all of God's sovereign plan, and to deal gently with each other as we participate with Him in our transformation into the likeness of our suffering Savior. Thank God for the suffering "driving me down the road to Calvary, where otherwise I might not naturally be inclined to go."
Friday, February 27, 2009
Did You Ever Have One Of Those Days?
Hello, folks! Look who didn't fall off the planet!
As usual, it's been so long since I've written that so many things have happened that I don't even know where to begin. Dangit. Again.
So, I'm just going to jump right in. I will tell myself that I'll be a more faithful blogger. And I'll mean it. And we'll see what happens.
Today, little Jesse is 6 months old! How come it seems like it CAN'T possibly be 6 months since he was born? I have personally dispensed every single meal he's ever had. That's something like 1,480 meals. Give or take. Have we discussed my OCD?
Anyway, here's a photo of the child I can't keep from calling Rabbi Shmuly (no particular reason to call him that...I heard it one day and the sound just made me happy)(have we discussed my penchant for weird words?).
In other news, we've enjoyed several weeks of very productive homeschooling; if by "enjoyed" I am understood to mean "the kids are about to mutiny, but I don't care since we're using up tons of paper and it makes me feel like we're getting stuff done." One of the things I'm enjoying most is listening to the Grace to You podcasts of John MacArthur sermons with the older girls each morning. We're practicing note-taking, outlining, summarizing and applying Biblical truth to our lives every day. We use the text of the messages for our Bible study and for copywork.
Because I don't want to overwhelm you with All The Words, I'll quit for now. Maybe I'll be back tomorrow. Maybe it'll be Labor Day. Either way, thanks for reading and be blessed my friends!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Shameless Contest Entry Post
On a day covered in hoary frost, when the roads outside are slicker than kid snot on a cold brass doorknob, I have found an oasis in the midst of the world wide web. That oasis is Oh Amanda. Sometimes I laugh out loud. Sometimes I just nod knowingly. Sometimes I get so behind on my blog reading that I miss entire months of posts, but that doesn’t matter; she’s always there with her archives ready to enable my unhealthy need to snoop into other people’s bidness. Particularly when that snooping is done instead of boring stuff like laundry and mopping. Especially mopping. It’s amazing, really, the lengths to which I will go in order to avoid the hateful task of mopping. Which is odd since a freshly-mopped floor is one of the things I love best in the world.
Speaking of things I love best, Oh Amanda is one of my MOST DEF FAVE Twitter People, or Tweople, or for those of you down wit’ dat, Tweeps. Though we’ve never met in real life, I’m sure we could while away several hours in the comfy chairs at Starbucks, laughing our fool heads off over kids and life in general.
So, here I am at just over 200 words. The challenge was to write 400 words on What Oh Amanda Means To Me. I’m just in it to win a sling from Raspberry Baby, one of many too-too-cute Etsy shops about which I would have known nothing had it not been for Amanda’s tweet which sent me to her blog which inspired me to enter her contest and try to get as many entries as possible. As a bonus, I am sitting here looking all busy and efficient, when, in reality, I am avoiding all manner of actual productive endeavors. I wonder if most efficient-looking folks are actually just creative procrastinators? I wouldn’t be surprised. I usually feel a driving need to organize the files when I’m supposed to be packing to go on vacation.
To summarize, Oh Amanda means smiles and the studious avoidance of stuff resembling work. Not that I was going to work in the first place. Especially not today.
What’s today, you ask? Well, let me tell you: Today, Tuesday, January 27, 2009, I am celebrating another successful trip around the sun. My forty-first trip in a row, for those of you keeping score at home.
PS: Love giveaways? Go HERE
I will now resume my not-blogging for your not-reading pleasure. That is all.
Speaking of things I love best, Oh Amanda is one of my MOST DEF FAVE Twitter People, or Tweople, or for those of you down wit’ dat, Tweeps. Though we’ve never met in real life, I’m sure we could while away several hours in the comfy chairs at Starbucks, laughing our fool heads off over kids and life in general.
So, here I am at just over 200 words. The challenge was to write 400 words on What Oh Amanda Means To Me. I’m just in it to win a sling from Raspberry Baby, one of many too-too-cute Etsy shops about which I would have known nothing had it not been for Amanda’s tweet which sent me to her blog which inspired me to enter her contest and try to get as many entries as possible. As a bonus, I am sitting here looking all busy and efficient, when, in reality, I am avoiding all manner of actual productive endeavors. I wonder if most efficient-looking folks are actually just creative procrastinators? I wouldn’t be surprised. I usually feel a driving need to organize the files when I’m supposed to be packing to go on vacation.
To summarize, Oh Amanda means smiles and the studious avoidance of stuff resembling work. Not that I was going to work in the first place. Especially not today.
What’s today, you ask? Well, let me tell you: Today, Tuesday, January 27, 2009, I am celebrating another successful trip around the sun. My forty-first trip in a row, for those of you keeping score at home.
PS: Love giveaways? Go HERE
I will now resume my not-blogging for your not-reading pleasure. That is all.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Since I'm All About Education
I need to be getting myself ready to take the older girls on a field trip to the Federal Courthouse. But first, I really need to show you something. You're never far from my thoughts, Dear Readers, and when I watch this video (which I do--daily), I wonder if the rest of my virtual loved ones (that's YOU) are equipped to defend themselves should the need arise. And so, without further ado, I bring you Diamond Dave's Ninjy Trainin' School:
Please view the video and be prepared to discuss the finer points tomorrow.
Yours for Trailer Park Safety,
Dana
Please view the video and be prepared to discuss the finer points tomorrow.
Yours for Trailer Park Safety,
Dana
You Never Know WHAT Will Show Up In Your Reader
Hello? Anybody here?
MAN, is it ever dusty!
I have so much I want to write, so many things to ask you guys and a zillion reasons why this little corner of Blogdom has been dark. Maybe I'll get around to that stuff sometime. For now, I want to pop in, say hey (Hey!!) and ramble. Sound good? I thought so.
Tonight, it's just me, Dan, Hannah and Jesse, since my dear friend took the three middle kids to church with their family tonight. This makes me WAY undermotivated to put on my Magic Chef hat, know what I mean? I'm thinking it'll be sandwiches and soup for dinner, unless I can talk Dan into taking us to the Chinese Buffet that just opened. Here's hopin'.
I just looked out the window, and the sunset tonight is peachy-pink. So pretty.
Jesse's taking an impressively long nap, and I'm afraid that if I actually start something productive, he'll wake up. My philosophy of baby naps is this: the length of the nap is inversely proportional to the complexity of what I'm doing. If I'm cleaning out a closet or explaining the difference between volume and mass, that little stinker sleeps about 15 minutes. Surfing the 'net for Maxine cartoons? Sleeps for 3 hours.
Oh, Internets (I'd like to publicly thank Sophie for coining this wonderful term of endearment), there's so much for us to discuss, I hardly know where to start. And, guess what? Jesse's awake, so we'll all have to wait until my next blog post, which I PROMISE will be on or before Labor Day!
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