YIPPEE!!!!

I got a 96% on my first test!!!!!  

Baby Boy hasn't had any tests yet, because his teachers aren't sadists, so I'm savoring this little victory solo.

Oh, and it's in MATH . . . can you believe it? 

I owe it all to Baby Boy.  I had done NO higher math before we started homeschooling and on several occasions since we started community college he's had to help me with my homework (the pupil has surpassed the teacher, naturally), so he totally helped me to ROCK IT!  

Once again, gotta love homeschooling!

Until next time . . .

Gotta Love Grandpa!

Usually on the weekends, Baby Boy gets his "man time" in by spending time with his grandpa, my dad.

I have no idea what they do or where they go . . . it's just guy time.  I can tell he really looks forward to it because he gets all of his homework and chores done in advance so he can stay gone all day and night.  This works for Mom #2 and myself as well as we can enjoy relaxing and catching up on The Young and the Restless via DVR without feeling like we're neglecting him.  It's actually a pretty nice set up. ;-)

Well . . . imagine my surprise when I'm chillin' watching my stories and Baby Boy calls me on the phone and says, "Come out to the driveway for a minute because Papa (that's what we call my dad) wants to tell you something."

I simply imagined that Papa wanted Baby Boy to spend the night or go to fancy restaurant for dinner and wanted me to pack him (yes, he's spoiled) some extra clothes or something like that.

Never, ever, EVER in a million years did I expect to see what I saw . . .

Apparently, on a whim, without consulting parents or anything logistical like that, Papa decided it was time for his grandson to have a brand new car.

I'm very emotionally mixed up in a happy-sad-excited-mortified-appreciative-pissed off sort of way.

Darn that Papa.

When I tried to discuss it with Papa, he just brushed me off with that attitude that the over 50 crowd has.  You know, "it's my money, he's my grandson, and I can do whatever the heck I want."

Yes, that attitude.  I should be a real delight in a few years, LOL.

So now I'm off to make up a whole bunch of rules since giving it back doesn't seem to be an option, but actually it will really be a great big help.  We've been having a heck of a time with Baby Boy and I both in school and Mom #2 working with just one vehicle and a couple of bus passes.  I think this is really where Papa's heart was.  Giving it to the grandson was the only way he could get that vehicle into the family because I certainly wouldn't have taken it from him myself.

As you can see, Baby Boy doesn't that problem. 


Until next time . . .

Here's My Nickel . . . Advise Me!

First let me set the stage:

Picture me in a reclining position, possibly holding an empty bottle of tequila a margarita, and the back of one hand ever-so-gingerly applied to my forehead.

Picture yourselves all ready to listen and advice, because we're such good friends.

I know there are several of you who either are currently going or not too long ago went back to school during the midlife crisis years prime of your lives, and right now I need you . . . or anyone in general who likes to give advice . . . I'm in need of some.

When you are used to being perfectly organized and in charge of everything and everyone around you, how do you adjust to . . . being . . . well . . . not perfectly organized and in charge of everything and everyone around you?

I mean, I've been the CEO of Two Moms' Homeschool for many years.  Many, many years.  I envision  everything.  I research everything.  I organize everything.  I facilitate everything.  I execute everything.  It's my vision, for better or for worse.  I'm a little perplexed at my new position.  It's extremely difficult to be in the little bitty seat that certainly is not the great big desk at the front of the class.

That's problem one.

Also, I thought I was pretty smart.  Actually, really smart, if you don't mind my saying so.  I'm seriously . . .  pretty capable of deep thoughts.  Not all the time.  Not all at once.  I'm not out to hurt myself.  But sometimes, I'm pretty darned profound.  I've just never really believed in heavy rote memorization.  These instructors want me to memorize stuff.  Not just a little stuff.  A bunch of stuff.  I was blessed with the research gene.  Give me a problem, I'll find you a solution.  Get back to me in a day or two, and the solution will be clear.  I've never really seen the value of committing a lot of tidbits to memory.  Let's just say . . . I'm rethinking that strategy.  Really rethinking it. My mind is old.  My mind is dark.  My mind is dusty.  I like lists.  I just made a list last night of all the stuff I want to do today, because if I don't have the list I will forget what I am supposed to do today.  I can't remember stuff.  Stuff doesn't need to be remembered.  Stuff needs to be researched and written down and then referred to when necessary, at least, that's my opinion.  Unfortunately, that is not my instructors' opinion.  

That's problem two.

Finally . . . I am very thorough.  Ok.  I'll admit it.  I AM SLOW.  Everything takes me forever.  I cook slowly.  I clean slowly.  I walk slowly.  I think slowly.  Turns out, I do homework slowly too.  So how do you balance classes, homework, housework, nutritious meals and maintain a sparkling personality with 10 too few hours in the day?  HOW???  I demand do know!  One of you needs to tell me.  This may be my most pressing issue.  I'm really fighting to find a balance here.  Anyone got any pointers?  Oh, and while I'm on the subject, how on earth do you not let this whole school business take over your entire life?  I hope it's because it's all shiny new and different, but I may just be one of those people who is incapable of having more than one event in their lives at one time because I am exhausted.  Mom #2 has been making fun of me because getting dressed and leaving the house 2 to 3 days a week apparently is harder on me than I thought it would be and I really don't like it.

And that's problem three.  

*SIGH*

Other than that, all is going well.  I intend to work through these issues and, although I am a lot of different things, but a quitter is not one of them.  I'm really having a fabulous time; even though one of my classmates called me "Ma'am" last week, bless his 22 year old heart.  I hate him. 



Until next time . . .