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Oh, and that whole homeschooling thing? Yeah, we stopped doing that... for the summer, that is. That's right. School is out, yay! No more pencils, no more books, no more teacher's dirty looks.
No more first grader's dirty looks, either. Or whining. Or staring off into space instead of doing his math worksheet.
Yep, we are ready for our break.
Have a great summer--and spend it with me in MY NEW LOCATION, okay? Okay.
Closin' up shop. (You may have noticed that already, since my feed decided to go nuts when I marked the old posts as invisible a few days ago. How marking posts as invisible translates into "Oh! OH! THIS WEBLOG JUST UPDATED!" is a mystery to me, but I don't pretend to have extensive understanding of feed readers, anyway.)
May 22, 2008
May 1, 2008
Head on over to my BRAND NEW WEBLOG, because it wouldn't be much fun without you all:
And just pretend that I never said that I wasn't going to get a domain of my own.
April 30, 2008
This is a pre-announcement announcement. I'm announcing the upcoming announcement of the address to my new bloggy home. Hopefully, in the next post. Maybe tomorrow. So get those fingers ready for some link-clicking action! Click. Click. Save to bookmarks! Click. Click. Subscribe to feed! Click. Click. KEEP IT UP, YOU'RE DOING GREAT!
In the meantime, I'd like to ask you all to keep me in your thoughts today. We ordered that new Chipmunks movie from Netflix, and it is due to arrive this afternoon. The kids are going to actually want to watch it (the nerve!), which means that I'm going to have to watch it, too. And given that the general consensus among mothers everywhere is that this particular film is about as enjoyable for the average adult as a root canal--I'm afeared*.
*Using this word especially for my hubby, who knows why, and who also happens to be escaping the mental agony of being visited by Alvin, Simon, and Theodore (and Dave) since I plan to reseal the Chipmunk Contagion--I mean, movie--in the Netflix envelope and return it to the mail box and raise that beautiful little red flag POSTHASTE, or to be exact, as soon as the credits begin to roll. It will be ready for the mailman before my husband even gets home from work. (Aside to hubs: I believe this is what is known as "taking one for the team." Reward accordingly. Something chocolatey would be nice.)
January 22, 2008
Tonight I thought I'd post a little about myself, for the benefit of those who always seek out the "about me" pages when they stumble upon a new weblog--like I do. Sure, I could read the person's entire blog and learn a lot about them if time weren't finite and I didn't have to do things like feed my kids or bathe. But I always find it helpful when I can read a condensed version of who a person is and what the weblog is about when getting acquainted.
So here is my brief introduction, beginning with the details that I am clumsy with both in print and in "real life." I am an introvert, small talk is not my forte. Consider yourself warned.
My name is Jamie, and my husband and I have two kids, a boy and a girl -- sorry, you'll have to be satisfied with common nouns for now, until I figure out what secret blog identities to give them.
Our son is six and in the first grade this year, and I teach him at home. He loves his little sister, Star Wars, G.I. Joes, Transformers, making noise, and reading. He is intuitive, tenderhearted, and funny. He is also exasperating, which I think is due mainly to the fact that he is a boy. Our daughter is just over a year old, and I teach her at home too, but right now we are working on things like what is appropriate to lick (a spoon) and what isn't (the dog). She is mostly cute, something of a budding gymnast, and has what I will euphemistically call "spunk." Her special talent is shattering ear drums with frequent and shrill cries of girlish delight, which happen to be many decibels above what the human ear can comfortably tolerate, rendering our whole family partially deaf. So if you ever talk to me in person, and I ask, "WHAT?" a little too loud after everything you say, you'll know why.
We live in Texas, which is obviously bigger and better, but also hotter. I sometimes melt a little, kind of like butter when it sits out on the kitchen counter for too long because somebody forgot to put it back in the fridge. But I will try not to complain too much about the heat (this is much easier to resolve to do during the winter) because Texas is nice to homeschoolers.
Class Notes (which is sort of short for "Classical" as in Classical Education) serves as an outlet for me to write about books, homeschooling, and other random bits. And yes, I know the weblog header is a monstrosity unfit for beholding. I'll replace it with something nicer one of these days. In the meantime, try not to look at it directly.
The end. Or -- goodbye, it was nice meeting you, come back often, and leave comments. Which ever is more socially acceptable.