Fresh beginnings, or endings

C'mon clean slate, don't fail me now! Loving so many things about blogging, yet hating half-of-it with all my heart, leaves me no choice but to begin anew. Hopefully, in time, my life will morph to fit into my new blog, truly, I can see it now.

I wake up bright and early, all set for my day. Blog numero uno satisfies my day's beginning, numero dos is where family and cooking inspiration land, blog tres all about the joys of living in North Dakota (year round), and grownupartists (with a brighter background), blog four.

Er, uh cuatro. Never will I come back here to just be myself, completely naked. Ah yes, I think it's already working...I'm becoming that person, better than I was before.

Homeschooling Mom Alert

I unearthed in my basement the majority (no, all) of my homeschooling inspirational materials. For non-homeschoolers without the art of appreciating a classical teaching aid...u know, u know. So I find, "The Latin-Centered Curriculum", only second favorite to all of my UNSCHOOLING Life Learning magazines.

This morning, as I'm heading to Amazon vs. Barnes and Noble, to buy "How to Read a Book" and "How to Read Slowly", of course as happens only in my delusional lands with no plans...each store has only one of the two items!!!

First thought? Well, of course Super Saver Shipping does it to me every time. However, Evan-Moor totally changed their cover art and I could not recognize them in Amazon's selection no matter how pleasing it would be to some.

So, would bn.com even have the studies on South America, Africa, and Asia that I was seeking? By then of course, it didn't matter. I'd already committed my heart to giving Barnes and Noble a chance. And the new NOOK advertisement that gets more catchy everytime?

Only thing missing was tomato sauce. Honestly, it's going to change my world.

Front page blues

I've had a wreck of a day, most of which I ruined all by myself. I'm never honest about how much I'm suffering from this past year, and most recently from my dad's bombardment on my homemaking, add into that...the unresolved birth sister issues that make everything traumatic.

I just want to remember where to stand in my own life. All the coping tools I used to rely on have been replaced with other versions and theories, which I'm testing out in case of usefulness. Eventually, with prayer AND faith, I'll find that way back home.

Hmm....a new feature!

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Echo, echo, echo
Good morning to myself, my day's wide open. Weather's fine, or so it seems, guess time will tell. Camp today for those who go, not everyone's interested. Cursive writing, and cartoon drawing are what we'll do, if we stay home. Kerplunk!
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Three steps ahead

While I can only muster "do not submit that particular theory" advice to Earl, and reflect slightly enthusiastically on the number of seniors present at open gym today, while regretting my failure to recognize that Saia and Chago are the CHILDREN'S names, the attractive lesbian couple have been broken up for 9 months, and I might have been relating to the incorrect goddess from my ex-Momversation days...

Rebecca's attractive personality is shining brightly enough for the entire internet.

So, thanks be.

What's for sale?

Branding women, like cows, is something Walmart tried. Eleven moms, weren't there? Never met them. From a family-perspective, my own, I'd sooner ask my husband which products we "represent", and not just because it's the Year of the Man, or anything gay and probable like that.

So what, it's the Year of the Man. In all his spectrums, just ask Mens Journal, comparable to no Womens Magazine I've ever laid my hands on. What's next, Pride of the AARP nation, like publicly?

I mean for sure, I'd like to know which purses are REAL this spring, although I'm generally known to make the best of last year's one. I'd change though, could probably recognize a strap length or notice something special in the texture of the fabric.

Linen for me. What, like I'd go rebel chic automatic? It's mainly metal, rustic AND too expensive.

Mona Lisa and Jesus

No idea. Moms who know me know well that I spend my mornings listening to Jim Shearer's countdown on VH1. I am slightly unpleased that MTV is no longer amping up my morning in the same awesome way, but I digress.

I just saw Daniel Merriweather made number THIRTEEN, and yum. That's all, but worth it.

Big plans

My ten-year-old son has endless ambition and energy, yet oftentimes nowhere to spill over. To say he drives me absolutely crazy most days is an understatement, giving me extra reason to focus some of MY excess energy on HIS goals.

Besides eating everything sugar-filled our kitchen has to offer, and planning for the next meal that may, but probably won't, satiate his LIFE HUNGER...again, it's always in my best interest to stay at least one or two steps ahead of him.

I'm reading Mr. Food's Recipes for Busy Moms, the National Geographic Bee's official STUDY GUIDE, and finally figuring out the Hebrew names of the Pentateuch in the Bible. No, seriously. So, busily-inclined day...I'll try not to miss the internet more than spice itself.

Not much to blog about today, at all.

Priscilla knows exactly how it is, one minute you're being wheeled down the hospital corridor, literally shitting your pants, begging for NEEDLES! Alice is over here losing her mind completely, while Daphne's offending her superiors by taping celebrities' REAL personalities in 3-part series.

Rebecca's inviting regular "not famous among twelve-year-olds" to accompany her to HuffPo. And Dooce,...something kind of boring about seeing Drew Barrymore at the White House.

A fruitful day

Unlike Earl, I don't have a wheelbarrow full of regrets in my lifetime. Maybe I don't exist under the same pressure he's been forced to live under, providing for his family AND being funny and creative on cue.

It's most likely where my husband and I veer off each other's courses...my life of luxury and leisure can't really go wrong (except in my head), while our lives can go crashing off-course if he drops even one ball of the seven zillion he keeps juggling.

Hence the compassion I'm trying to add to my repertoire. It's kind of embarrassing when I take an honest look at all I haven't accomplished in my life, and compare it to all I could accomplish if I went back to school or just got a regular job.

These are recent thoughts only, as it's possible that I once homeschooled successfully, might have had all my close friends within handy vicinity, and perhaps felt proud of the choices I've made that landed me here today...complaining and guilt-ridden.

I stole this graphic

Might as well confess it up front, before rules start to apply.