Tuesday
Sep112007

Homeschooling Tip of the Day

Mrs. G's son was a reluctant reader. It wasn't until he found these books in the 5th grade that he truly learned the pleasure of curling up with a good book. He would finish one and beg to go to the bookstore to buy the next one. You have never seen a woman get in a Subaru, drive to Barnes & Noble and spend top dollar on a hardback so fast in your life.

Tuesday
Sep112007

Mancake!

This is where you come when you want a slice of Mancake with your coffee...

Mrs. G. just watched the movie Reds again on late night cable. She forgot how much she loved this movie. And the guy on the right is just one of the many reasons why.

Warren Beatty, 1981

Monday
Sep102007

Homeschooling Tip of the Day

This game has been huge hit at Derfwad Manor and in Mrs. G's classes. It offers more excitement and snap than Trivial Pursuit, and Mrs. G's kids adored the opportunity yell CRAP throughout the entire game. Not for the faint of heart. Great with a crowd.

Saturday
Sep082007

Homeschooling Tip of the Day

Don't forget to pass it on! Each September, Mrs. G. and three of her veteran homeschooling mama/ friends host a tea for new homeschooling moms in the area. There is a lot of laughter and a lot of sharing about what works and what doesn't work, a lot of talk about fears and concerns and a lot of encouragement and support...don't forget to help out the newbies. And if there are any newbies out there in blogland who need suport, leave a comment and some of us old hands will come find you.

Friday
Sep072007

Homeschooling Tip of the Day

Best homeschooling magazine around--and the website is wonderful as well. Mrs. G. always feels a little jolt of energy and possibility when she picks up the latest copy.

Friday
Sep072007

Training Day #1

Mrs. G. woke up with the birds, and after a fair amount of groaning and several pokes at her husband to make sure he was aware of her considerable suffering she rolled out of bed. She had wisely slept in her running clothes thus eliminating the potential obstacle of getting dressed and a surefire excuse for staying under the covers. Mrs. G. slipped on her Nikes and headed out the door. She did not even brush her hair, this is how committed Mrs. G. is.

Reader, this is how it went down:

Mrs. G hit the pavement, and warmed up with a brisk five minute walk. She swung her arms with vigor.

 

Then she kicked it up a notch and actually jogged for sixty seconds. Did Mrs. G. obey this stop sign? No! She was feeling reckless and, quite frankly, running like a sixty-year-old woman a bat out of hell.

 

Did Mrs. G. stop jogging to admire this lovely butterfly? No, she did not. Nothing was going to stop her, and this photo was taken two months ago at the zoo so there was actually no butterfly in sight.

 

Mrs. G. was sweating pretty heavily at this point, but, as per her training program, she alternated sixty seconds of jogging and ninety seconds of walking for twenty-two minutes. Go Mrs. G! You can do it! Don't throw yourself in front of that car.

 

On the less brisk walk home, did Mrs. G. sit her somewhat large ass down on this rock for a spell? Yes, yes she did.

 


Did Mrs. G's son later mock her on the very same rock when she told him of her athletic prowess? Yes, yes he did.

 


So, with day one of training down, Mrs. G. crawled onto her bed and congratulated herself on a job well done. No, that is not Mrs. G.'s cat Tonks. Mrs. G. is not a cat blogger. It's a pile of unfolded laundry.

 

That'll do feet. 

Friday
Sep072007

Homeschooling Tip of the Day

This is what the G's studied on Sundays.

Thursday
Sep062007

Mrs. G's Secret Boyfriend #1

Disclaimer: Mrs. G. has been married for almost eighteen years to the same man, Mr. G. He is handsome, kind, and he doesn't do household chores of any kind is a wonderful father. Many, many people (many of whom don't reside at Derfwad Manor) believe he makes the best pasta sauce in the Northwest. He has a secret ingredient, and he will not share it with anyone, because Mr. G. is Sicilian and that's just the way they are.

 

You all may know who he is. Yes, reader, William Jefferson Clinton is Mrs. G's Secret Boyfriend #1. She says secret boyfriend because while her love and esteem for Bill is genuine, he has no idea that Mrs. G. exists. Ahh...Mrs. G. thinks unrequited love is healthy in a longterm marriage she wants to last.
 
 
Yes, Mrs. G. knows Bill is a hound dog and a scoundrel, but there's just something about him that makes her want to invite him over for a big BBQ with all her family and friends. Mrs. G. just knows Bill would man the grill, marinate the ribs and pass out cold beers and coca cola, all the while chatting up the old ladies and making them blush.