Tomorrow I'll Wear Sweatpants: A Poem

     I am currently recovering from having my wisdom teeth pulled.  I am offering you that information ahead of time, not only so that you can understand parts of the poem that I am about to share, but also so that those of you who are fully rested and not on pain medication know why I am in a frame of mind to share it.  So, without further ado, I present the poem that I wrote less than five minutes ago.  :)


Tomorrow I'll Wear Sweatpants

Tomorrow I'll wear sweatpants,
'Cause I don't really care
If people think I look lazy
Because of what I wear.

My plan to wear these sweatpants
Is really quite okay.
Even if I felt all right,
I'd wear them anyway.

Sweatpants are appropriate
To wear around my home.
So I will stay quite comfortable
While I'm choosing not to roam.

My soft and stretchy sweatpants
Will feel so very nice-
Kind of like my jaw feels
When I hold it up to ice.

Yes, tomorrow I'll wear sweatpants
While lounging in my house,
Because all of my uncomfortableness
Is reserved for my mouth

(Epilogue)
Last night I thought my sweatpants
Were the way to go.
Today I say, "Who needs to change?"
P.J.s are comfortable, you know.

Flashback Friday- More homeschooling pics. :)

 

 

 

 

I thought I'd squeeze in one more trip down memory lane, before next week hits and I'm face-to-face with the fact that I have to do college-level work now.  :)  It's not bad, but I still have a few more days where I can pretend I'm in high school, and I've been thinking a lot about how much I've enjoyed being homeschooled thus far.  It's been great!  I have lots of family time, cool field trips,  the ability to write a grammatically correct sentence*, and awesome friends.

 

That brings us to the topic of my post today.

 

 

Through the years, we've been part of a wonderful co-op.  Actually, we're still part of it, but it has changed in scope and shrunk in size as we've gotten older.  Don't worry about the shrinking part: no one died, there was no drama, it was merely that life gets busier and sometimes things have to go.  Anyway, I was looking through some old pictures I'd taken when my first digital camera was new, and I found a lot of cute ones.  I couldn't keep them all to myself.  So, like it or not, here are some pictures of my friends when they were smaller...  and very cute.  I mean, almost as cute as they are today.**

 

 

 

 

Looking at these photos makes me so happy...  I'm thankful for the people God has placed in my life, the ones He's given to me as friends, and some of the ones pictured here are especially dear to me.

 

Who are you thankful for?

 

 

 

*Sorry, public schoolers who also have that ability...  I do know that you exist.  Sometime Facebook makes me overly cynical about the human race and their grammar/spelling skills.

 

**  Nice save, think you not?***

 

***There goes the grammar again!  Thanks A Beka!  lol

Assembly line- October 2007

Wow, I seem to be only reminiscing lately on this blog...  All the flashback posts,  pictures of my pen pal that were taken last year, playing a game where you guess things from old posts.

I could apologize for that.  I won't.  Instead, I'm going to run with the theme, because I have some pictures from a field trip our co-op took in 2007 to share with you.

The entire line in action

 We were running an assembly line!  Well, not really.  We made miniature cars, but that's okay, because we were miniature people.

If memory serves me correctly, we did the activity two or three times, in order to let everyone run a station.  However, there are more of the first assembly line (I think it was the first, anyway) because I was participating in the second. Somehow, though, I have this picture of Max:

Thank you, random citizen who grabbed my camera in order that the second assembly line formation would not be forgotten.

Here's how the assembly line worked, using my much more complete collection of pictures from the first team to illustrate:

The person at station one grabs the body of the car, a piece of wood in a square shape.  I know you can't see the sign for it, but station one is the farthest to the left.  Also, you cannot see the face of the person manning it.  There are at least two possible theories for that.  Either 1) he is a secret agent, or 2) I was a bad photographer.  I am not at liberty to say which one is true.

At station two, the car was elongated.  Stations three and four added the front and back ends of the car, which looked identical.  They also have tabs that will hold the wheels in place, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Close-up of number four, because she's adorable.

On a side note, I find the looks of concentration on their faces amusing.  Although, now that I think about it, there might have been a timer going.  Maybe the teams were racing each other?  I can't remember.







Here we have my beautiful sister.  She's got wheels. Literally.  They're in her hands.

Okay, that was lame.  :)  Moving on.

At station six, we had Nick scurrying to put the last two tires on the car, before handing it off...

To station seven, where the window was placed atop the car, and then Molly took them off the line- they're done!

This picture reminds me that there was also, apparently, a station 8.5 where the person owning that white sleeve cranked the line, causing it to move much like your average grocery store check-out center.  I don't have a not-blurry picture of him.  I'm sorry, since I'm sure you were hoping for one more picture.

Here's exclusive action from an entirely different crew.  Silent film, anyone?

You also get to see how terrible the lighting was...  Exactly what I was trying to disguise with that nostalgic black and white filter.  :)





We have (finally) reached the end of our tour.  Hope you've enjoyed it!

Let's play a game...

I downloaded an app called "Artistry" to my new computer...  It's a little weird, but I thought it might be fun to change up some photos from the blog and see if you can recognize them.  :)  Let's warm up.

Where's this one from?  Who is it?

setting: impressionist

Yep!  It's from my post about Chelsea earlier this month...  I love this picture.  Good memories are associated with it.

Okay, let's move on...  And for these next ones I'm not going to give you any hints.  :)  Leave your guesses in the comments section.  :)

setting: colorist wash

 

 

 

setting: 'toon

Music festival

Allison and I had the opportunity to attend a music festival this past weekend.  We had a lot of a wonderful time...

...At the beach...

...  Listening to bands...



The violinists from Reilly, one of the groups I was excited to see.

...  And hanging out with friends...

 

Allison and I even found these flowers while we were walking around the festival grounds: black-eyed susans and yellow snapdragons. 

 

 

Mon Amie

     It's been almost a year since I saw this girl...

 

 

 

 

 

 

...And it's gonna be a bit longer before I see her again.

 

For those of you who don't know, the lovely girl in the picture above is my pen pal, Chelsea.

Right now, she's in Australia.

 

God has been doing some awesome things in her life over the past couple of years, and I've loved reading about them on her blog.  Now, she's also posting updates about her trip.  I recommend checking it out.  :) 

 

 

I miss this girl!  Even though we don't live in the same state.  :)



 



Flamingo love

 

As a fundraiser at our camp, you can "flamingo" other people's campsites.  As a target, you wake up in the morning to find a bunch of plastic flamingos outside your door.  If you don't like that idea, you can purchase insurance.  It's goofy.

 

My niece, who often stays with us, told Allison and I this year that she really hoped we were flamingoed.  While other people are buying insurance, she's wishing that it happens.  :)

 

Happily for her, her wish was granted, and happily for me, their appearance made her more than happy to pose for some photos.  :)