I’ve been such a bad blogger! I’m currently sitting in the carline at the high school, waiting for my kids. I think I have time to churn out a short post.

Are you keeping up with current events? I cannot think of another time in my life when so much horror and distress has happened at once.

I realize that this only my perception. And, were it not for the internet, it is quite possible that I wouldn’t know about so many of these things all together at once. It seems like news used to be more spread out; information used to trickle through news outlets and papers. That is no longer the case, and it can be overwhelming.

I mention all of that just to say this: I can’t simply blog while the world is in turmoil. I find myself in stunned silence and disbelief after reading an article or watching a video. Then, I usually make the mistake of reading comments. Ugh. A vast majority of people simply do not need to comment on issues of importance. Flippant comments regarding complex issues only add fuel to an already raging fire.

On the other hand, some problems are black-and-white, right-and-wrong, and the solution is simple. Those are the ones most difficult for me to process.

So many terrible things are happening, and very little seems to be getting done to stop or repair them, which frustrates and angers me, which leads to a dormant blog.

There’s the bell; time to move.

Here’s a picture of Abbey and Noah doing their school work yesterday.


Sometimes it’s good to look stupid

“And David danced before the Lord with all his might…As the ark of the Lord came into the city of David, Michal the daughter of Saul loked out of the window and saw King David leaping and dancing before the Lord, and she despised him in her heart…And David returned to bless his household. But Michal the daughter of Saul came out to meet David and said, “How the king of Israel honored himself today, uncovering himself today before the eyes of his servants’ female servants, as one of the vulgar fellows shamelessly uncovers himself!” And David said to Michal, “It was before the Lord, who chose me above your father and above all his house, to appoint me as prince over Israel, the people of the Lord — and I will make merry before the Lord. I will make myself yet more contemptible than this, and I will be abased in your eyes.”
2 Samuel 6:14, 16, 20-22.

[W[e preach Christ crucified, a stumbling blog to Jews and folly to Gentiles, but to those who are called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God. For the foolishness of God is wiser than men, and the weakness of God is stronger than men.
1 Corinthians 1:23-25

For consider your calling, brothers: not many of you were wise according to worldly standards, not many were powerful, not many were of noble birth. But God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise; God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong; God chose what is low and despised in the world, even things that are not, to bring to nothing things that are, so that no human being might boast in the presence of God.
1 Corinthians 1:26-29

And the natural person does not accept the things of the Spirit of God, for they are folly to him, and he is not able to understand them because they are spiritually discerned.
1 Corinthians 2:14

For although they knew God, they did not honor him as God or give thanks to him, but they became futile in their thinking, and their foolish hearts were darkened. Claiming to be wise, they became fools, and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images resembling mortal man and birds and animals and reptiles.
Romans 1:21-23

First Day of School Pics

I tried to achieve the perfect first-day-of-school photo. I really did. But as my children love to do  whenever I want to create a moment or make a memory “extra special,” they decide it’s the perfect time to be silly. When will I learn?

silly teens 2

I was trying to take individual photos, but the other wouldn’t get out of the way. AND, because it was already 7:15, we didn’t have the luxury of time.

silly teens

So. I demonstrated the pose I wanted. Somehow, my demonstration was hilarious to them (because I am a total spaznerddweeb) and I ended up with this photo.

first day of school

Good enough.


Breakfast is my favorite

healthy breakfast
photo credit: urbanfoodie33

health.com published an article featuring 7 healthy oatmeal recipes. I looked them over and decided that I think I like my own oatmeal recipe best (even though it isn’t really a recipe). Even kids like the way I make my oatmeal! Since tomorrow is the first day of school, I expect to make plenty of this in the morning.

I start with 1/2 cup of oatmeal. I add a spoonful of brown sugar, a handful of raisins, a handful of craisins, a handful of walnuts. Then, I sprinkle it with cinnamon and a touch of nutmeg. I also add a splash of vanilla.

Sometimes I slice up a banana and add it to the bowl. It’s even better when I add something to give it a little crunch, like crisp chunks of apple or dried berries.

Finally, I pour 1 cup of water into the bowl.

Microwave for 1:30.

I enjoy it with 2 cups of hot coffee.

One thing I can never enjoy in oatmeal: chocolate. Yuck!

This bowl of delicious makes me so happy at the beginning of the day. I want to know, what’s your favorite breakfast? Do you like oatmeal? How do you dress up your oatmeal?


Spent too much time in bed this morning, hoping my headache would go away.

Long shower.

2 cups of coffee.

Felt human again.

Put on make-up.

Felt like a woman.

Late lunch.

Did a little schoolwork. Gave math review lessons to Noah and Abbey as we are easing into school this week. Benjamin reviewed math properties for algebra. Hannah reviewed geometric formulas.

Cleaned out one closet.

Threw away metric ton of paper from years of homeschooling. I didn’t even cry.

Purged the bookshelves.

Wondered how I managed to read so many books about biblical womanhood without stabbing my eyeballs.

Cooked dinner.

Hung up the dress clothes.

Created a spreadsheet of all the books I want removed from my home.

Blogged….the streak continues.