It really isn't all that difficult to come up with long lists of bad behavior on both sides:)
But, that is the point that I took from Fischer's writing. We'd all be a lot better off if we took a good hard look in the mirror and fixed the stuff that we (or our side) could improve upon and less time with a magnifying glass on others:)
Personally, I'm quite fond of my" magnifying glass" which I find much more enjoyable to use than the "mirror":) But God calls us to hoist that log-viewing mirror around (and ditch the speck-finding magnifying glass) for a good reason. When we are focused on the magnifying glass, we lose sight of what we are supposed to be doing in the first place.
Well, at least I do:)
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Food fight
My kids fought over dinner tonight. I don't mean they fought with each other. I mean they argued over who would get to finish the main meal.
You don't understand.
This. Does. Not. Happen.
I **really** did not feel like making dinner tonight. This eight o'clock meal time is difficult to generate enthusiasm for. I sat and stared at the computer until it was almost too late to put something together. I had a plan - I always have a plan:) It was going to be Beef and Noodles. Well, can't blame the kids. **I'm** sick of my food. Part of my doldrums stemmed from the unappetizing nature of the dinner plan.
So,I took the round steak and sliced it super thin. Then, I took some potatoes and sliced them paper thin, too. It really didn't take very long. I simply pan fried both entities in tons of yummy olive oil and spared no salt. After both were cooked, I combined for a hash-y looking mess.
That they devoured.
It really was pretty good.
Next time, I think I'll plan ahead and trim the meat and take it to Meijer for thin slicing. I'll also use my food processor to get the potatoes thin. The cheese grater makes me nervous:)
You don't understand.
This. Does. Not. Happen.
I **really** did not feel like making dinner tonight. This eight o'clock meal time is difficult to generate enthusiasm for. I sat and stared at the computer until it was almost too late to put something together. I had a plan - I always have a plan:) It was going to be Beef and Noodles. Well, can't blame the kids. **I'm** sick of my food. Part of my doldrums stemmed from the unappetizing nature of the dinner plan.
So,I took the round steak and sliced it super thin. Then, I took some potatoes and sliced them paper thin, too. It really didn't take very long. I simply pan fried both entities in tons of yummy olive oil and spared no salt. After both were cooked, I combined for a hash-y looking mess.
That they devoured.
It really was pretty good.
Next time, I think I'll plan ahead and trim the meat and take it to Meijer for thin slicing. I'll also use my food processor to get the potatoes thin. The cheese grater makes me nervous:)
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Saturday, December 19, 2009
never say never
This blog title is one of my 2009 "themes."
Several weeks ago, at dinner with two homeschooling families, I declared, "Junior high is the LAST age at which I would send my kids to school." Two weeks later, Rachel (fifth grade) was enrolled (part-time mind you) at Bowling Green Christian Academy. She goes from 9-10:30 each morning.
I've also seen many, many signs (and maybe at some point I'll start writing them down instead of maintaining them as an accumulating "feeling")that Connor needs to move from homeschool into a classroom. We are probably going to apply to St. John's Academy, making about as big a leap as one could make from homeschool: to a rigorous Jesuit school 30 miles away! For junior high, no less:)
Several weeks ago, at dinner with two homeschooling families, I declared, "Junior high is the LAST age at which I would send my kids to school." Two weeks later, Rachel (fifth grade) was enrolled (part-time mind you) at Bowling Green Christian Academy. She goes from 9-10:30 each morning.
I've also seen many, many signs (and maybe at some point I'll start writing them down instead of maintaining them as an accumulating "feeling")that Connor needs to move from homeschool into a classroom. We are probably going to apply to St. John's Academy, making about as big a leap as one could make from homeschool: to a rigorous Jesuit school 30 miles away! For junior high, no less:)
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
So, last week, my friend, Ann, asked me if I blog...
...and I stumbled through my list of reasons I don't blog...blah, blah, blah.
I realized I have no excuse...other than I have a hard time imagining anyone would be interested in what I have to say. So, I read my most recent post: "If my kids were in school..." That was pretty funny. We've had some funny stories this week.
Thus beginnith my return to blogging.
Thad is reading Luke to the kids - one chapter per day - in December, to celebrate Advent. This morning, as he began Luke 8, he started, "Jesus stepped out of his RV, took off his ipod, and said...Oh, huh. Guess when the Bible says, 'Jesus traveled,' that meant he walked. Ok. Let's continue."
He is a funny man. I like him.
I realized I have no excuse...other than I have a hard time imagining anyone would be interested in what I have to say. So, I read my most recent post: "If my kids were in school..." That was pretty funny. We've had some funny stories this week.
Thus beginnith my return to blogging.
Thad is reading Luke to the kids - one chapter per day - in December, to celebrate Advent. This morning, as he began Luke 8, he started, "Jesus stepped out of his RV, took off his ipod, and said...Oh, huh. Guess when the Bible says, 'Jesus traveled,' that meant he walked. Ok. Let's continue."
He is a funny man. I like him.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
If My Kids Were in School...
This week, I talked to several of my friends whose kids have started school (so my friends have time to talk on the phone:). I listened to their stories about what they do when their children are gone and I wondered (in the vein of top ten reasons to homeschool)...
If my kids were in school...I could go to Big Lots alone. Today, Thomas launched off the end of the cart, rocketing the cart back toward me and the cart handle into my abdomen. Oof.
If my kids were in school...I could go to Big Lots alone. I could spend the entire trip not answering one question. "What is next on the list? What are you getting? How many more things? How much longer? Where are we going next? How much longer? What are you getting? Where are you going?"
If my kids were in school...I wouldn't have to share my McGriddle and French Vanilla Cappuccino (candy coffee).
If my kids were in school...I wouldn't feel guilty about an occasional visit to McDonald's.
If my kids were in school... I could go to doctor appointments alone. "Why are we here? How much longer? When are they going to call your name? When are they going to come into the room? What are they going to do? How much longer? Why isn't he coming yet? What is this? How much longer?"
(For the record, I answer all of these questions BEFORE WE LEAVE and they bring plenty of stuff to do while waiting. They still ask a zillion questions.)
If my kids were in school...I could remain delightfully oblivious to how very strange they really are. Today, Rachel showed me how she likes to put her blankey over her head and feed herself grapes through one of the holes in her blanket. What in the world?
If my kids were in school...I could be alone. I like being alone. I was alone for a long time before I married my husband. I was alone before we had children. I like being alone. I don't get lonely. I like being alone. I have a 70+ year old friend and she has absolutely no trouble being around all sorts of people during the day, and she enjoys her quiet evenings at home, alone. Ahhhhhhhhhh. I could be like that.
If my kids were in school...I could eat something besides crusts for lunch.
If my kids were in school...I could eat my lunch without anyone talking about it or touching it.
If my kids were in school...I could have helped clean up flood-damaged homes in Findlay, instead of lamely dropping off a "flood bucket" at our church. (What is a flood bucket? Why are you buying that stuff? Why did the houses flood? Did the water go all the way to the ceiling? Did anyone die? What happened to all their stuff? Is our house going to flood? Will the water go to the ceiling?)
If my kids were in school...my life would be very, very different and sometimes that is very, very compelling:) If I were not 100% convicted this is a better way of life for our children, homeschooling would be a tough sell. It is a ton of work and an inordinate responsibility. Still, the more I read and learn, the longer I want to do this for them. That doesn't stop me from occasionally wondering...If my kids were in school.....
If my kids were in school...I could go to Big Lots alone. Today, Thomas launched off the end of the cart, rocketing the cart back toward me and the cart handle into my abdomen. Oof.
If my kids were in school...I could go to Big Lots alone. I could spend the entire trip not answering one question. "What is next on the list? What are you getting? How many more things? How much longer? Where are we going next? How much longer? What are you getting? Where are you going?"
If my kids were in school...I wouldn't have to share my McGriddle and French Vanilla Cappuccino (candy coffee).
If my kids were in school...I wouldn't feel guilty about an occasional visit to McDonald's.
If my kids were in school... I could go to doctor appointments alone. "Why are we here? How much longer? When are they going to call your name? When are they going to come into the room? What are they going to do? How much longer? Why isn't he coming yet? What is this? How much longer?"
(For the record, I answer all of these questions BEFORE WE LEAVE and they bring plenty of stuff to do while waiting. They still ask a zillion questions.)
If my kids were in school...I could remain delightfully oblivious to how very strange they really are. Today, Rachel showed me how she likes to put her blankey over her head and feed herself grapes through one of the holes in her blanket. What in the world?
If my kids were in school...I could be alone. I like being alone. I was alone for a long time before I married my husband. I was alone before we had children. I like being alone. I don't get lonely. I like being alone. I have a 70+ year old friend and she has absolutely no trouble being around all sorts of people during the day, and she enjoys her quiet evenings at home, alone. Ahhhhhhhhhh. I could be like that.
If my kids were in school...I could eat something besides crusts for lunch.
If my kids were in school...I could eat my lunch without anyone talking about it or touching it.
If my kids were in school...I could have helped clean up flood-damaged homes in Findlay, instead of lamely dropping off a "flood bucket" at our church. (What is a flood bucket? Why are you buying that stuff? Why did the houses flood? Did the water go all the way to the ceiling? Did anyone die? What happened to all their stuff? Is our house going to flood? Will the water go to the ceiling?)
If my kids were in school...my life would be very, very different and sometimes that is very, very compelling:) If I were not 100% convicted this is a better way of life for our children, homeschooling would be a tough sell. It is a ton of work and an inordinate responsibility. Still, the more I read and learn, the longer I want to do this for them. That doesn't stop me from occasionally wondering...If my kids were in school.....
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