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Homeschooling With Dad…


Conversation I overheard between my nine year old daughter and her dad this evening as he was helping her understand some mathematical principles:

Dad: “You’ve got 1 Freaky = 2 Deaky’s; and 1 Deaky = 3/4 Artsy’s; and 1 Artsy = 5 Fartsy’s. Convert 23 Freaky’s to ____ Fartsy’s”

Daughter: “Um…mom doesn’t do it that way…I don’t get it.”

Dad repeats earlier sentence.

Daughter: “So you want me to tell you how many Fartsy’s there are?”

Dad: “Yes. Figure out how many Fartsy’s you get when you convert 23 Freaky’s using the mathematical equation I have given you.”

Daughter: “Um…Okay…well…I guess there are going to be 46 Freaky’s, which would mean I have to multiply .75 Artsy’s…no…wait, I have to reduce here…okay, so I reduce down and then multiply by 5 Fartsy’s…would it be….let’s see (furiously scratching on paper with pencil)….12 Fartsy’s?”

I guess he speaks her language.

Ah…a Clean House and a Day off with the Hubby…

So as you all know, I’m the perpetual procrastinator. Say THAT three times really fast.
You would almost think that I came up with the old motto “Why do today what you can put off until tomorrow?” Yes, I’m that bad. If it’s a project I have no interest in, or it’s cleaning…I put it off until I’m going completely nuts living in or around it.

Saturday, I was being lazy and just surfing the net…couldn’t leave my little corner of the world or I might see the chaos of the rest of the house. Never mind the kids had made a half-hearted attempt at cleaning (which really just meant, “here…let me smear that grape jelly so far into the fibers of the carpet you’ll NEVER get it out!”) or that my husband was getting off work at 11 p.m….I simply was not motivated.

Until I went to a function at our church. We were in the midst of a missions conference this weekend and it ran from Friday-Sunday night. Very cool getting to meet missionaries from all over — we had five families in and each was from a different country – Africa, Madagascar, Ireland, England, and Nehru. We even invited one of them to come over to our house on Sunday after the am service.

Which brings me back to my original subject….I cleaned my house after church Saturday night. The kids and I dragged in around 9 pm and after I got AJ and Abby bathed…Katie and I kicked some housecleaning bootay and got it done before dad got home at 11:15. Except for the folding of the laundry…which can just be thrown on our bed and the door closed. That’s what I’m doing today….folding laundry, my LEAST favorite household chore.

Isn’t it amazing what you can accomplish when you have the prospect of someone else possibly seeing how you live? Yeah…you don’t like it…you even hate for your husband to see it that way…but you and the kids…you could live in it like that for a bit….but you’d NEVER want anyone else to see the pigsty-i-ness of it all.

I think I need the pressure of company to really and thoroughly clean your home properly….either that, or your computer needs to go on the kaputz.

When it Rains, it Pours

You are not going to BELIEVE this.
Yesterday, my husband came home and his pickup was overheating…will NOT hold water or anitfreeze…he hasn’t had time to check it out yet, so he cannot drive it. SO…..he took my car (the only vehicle our entire family of 5 can all ride together in) to an appointment tonight and just called me to tell me…
“I’m okay…but the car isn’t. I was in the middle of a pile-up. Somebody slammed me really hard from behind and pushed me about 20 feet into another car.”
YIKES!!!

First, thank GOD he’s okay. Second…how are we going to get to New Orleans tomorrow? We’re supposed to leave at 10 a.m. Third…I JUST shelled out over a hundred dollars and filled up the gas tank, had the oil and fuel filter changed, washed it and vacuumed it out and Fourth…Satan just does NOT want us going on this trip!

But…we are GOING on this trip because it is going to change the entire course of our family’s tree…no more being broke. No more having a broken attitude. We are going to OVERCOME this crap, okay???

Thanks for letting me vent. We now return to our regularly scheduled programming.
UPDATE: My husband is indeed okay…We will be using my mom’s mini van to drive to New Orleans tomorrow…so we’ll be good to go.

Hope you all have a great weekend!

Update on the Job Situation…

In Hebrews 13:5, it says “I will never leave thee nor forsake thee”
How true those words are. I can testify to that fact now. A few days ago, I was a ball of stress…wound tighter than any rubber band ball ever thought about being.

Floy’s old zone manager told him to go to the HR dept and make his case with her. So he did…he explained that he did not want to be a no-call, no-show, since that was just plain unethical. He had already arranged for trades on two days…but couldn’t find anyone on the Saturday, so she suggested that he just work the trades, and call in on the Saturday. She said worst case scenario, it would be a write-up. They could not fire him without three of them, and he’s never had one, so there ya go.

So…there ya have it. Praise the Lord! I am so excited…we are leaving for New Orleans on Thursday morning and will be back Saturday late….late…late…maybe even Sunday 2-3 am-ish depending on when we leave New Orleans. I’ve been told it’s about a 6-hour drive..but that’s from people who drive like an aviating rodent out of Hades. We’ll most likely go the speed limit and it will take us the regular 7 hours or so.

I’m human, but I’m aspiring to be more…

I am trying insanely hard not to freak out at this moment. I knew this day was coming…but I just didn’t think it would be today.

My husband and I started a new business venture that is not quite yet ready to support us, so he has kept his old job to pay the bills, etc. Next week, we had planned to go to a 2 day school that is 7 hours away from us…everything has been paid for and we’ve had our plans made for over two months. Well, my husband has a new store manager and he has refused to let my DH off for next weekend because Labor Day is one of the biggest holidays of the year for home improvement stores (he works for Lowes) and now my DH is saying he’ll just quit.

Little piece of advice, men: Don’t. Ever. Tell. Your. Wife. You. Are. Going. To. Quit.
We are emotional creatures and security means something to us. (in other words…if you’re gonna do it, just do it) Oh, I know you are all the strong, silent types and have big broad shoulders to bear the brunt of what’s to come…but we women tend to freak out…especially when we just made a HUGE payment out of our checking account to pay off several hospital bills and get out of debt.

Fortunately, I serve a risen Savior who can handle the stress of this situation for me. Me, I’d crack if I didn’t have Jesus…I might crack anyway, but I know He’s going to be there to put me back together again.

Please pray for our family…I want God’s will for our future, for our business, for everything we touch. I do not want to spend one minute outside of His will…it’s a lonely place to be. I have to go for now…I’m taking the kiddos to a birthday party…with an illuionist and everything! Maybe it’ll perk up my spirits.

Date Night, Anyone?

Being married with three kids doesn’t typically afford you the luxury of a night out alone…but every once in a while we manage to sneak one in, provided we are able to wrangle a family member willing to take on 2 toddlers and a 9 year old for more than 17.2 minutes.

My husband and I are both avid readers (hence my love of other people’s blogs) and our absolute F.A.V.O.R.I.T.E. date is to go for coffee (well, before I decided to quit drinking it…and yes, there have been relapses) at our local bookstore and lose about 3 hours looking at books together.

Occasionally, we’ll both find something we just have to have, but more often, it’s about just spending time together. I have to say….I like going to the bookstore because it’s not like the library — people don’t shush you when you talk, you usually have a really comfy seat to sit in, AND you can enjoy coffee while you browse.

We have had some really serious conversations in our bookstore…everything from “Hey…what do you think about having another baby?” to “What kind of business would you want to own if you were a business owner?” We have also made some life changing decisions at the little table for two that sits in the corner by the espresso bar….like “Let’s have another baby” and “Let’s BECOME business owners”…

Boring? Maybe to some…but the nice, relaxing, quiet time together sets the stage for what happens later SO. MUCH. BETTER. that what the norm is. I like our date nights…we haven’t had too many lately, since we started this business…but soon.

What’s your favorite date activity?

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