Our Family Vacation to Houston Part 16
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When we got up to leave the evening session of the homeschool conference, I looked back at Jason, who had left and come back to sit behind me in the middle of the last session. He wasn’t moving. Finally, . . . → Read More: Would Vacation Be Complete without a Trip to the ER?
My husband fell playing basketball the other night and ended up with a stiff neck. I handed him some meds and an ice pack and wished him to feel better in the morning.
Would you believe I woke up with a stiff neck the next morning? In spite of the fact that I had a . . . → Read More: The Power of Suggestion
We lived in a little East Texas town with a population of about twelve hundred for a couple of years. While we were there, my husband let me plant roses to my heart’s content, and I enjoyed taking care of them.
We were going to Nebraska for a long weekend, so I made sure to . . . → Read More: Tempted to Lie
My husband finished his last final for his last class toward his master’s degree a couple of weeks ago. We are all a little dazed. Is it really over? All five years of hard work? Nevertheless it’s true!
Those last few weeks were very stressful for him. He ended up having something go wrong at . . . → Read More: Weightlifting, Sore Muscles, and My Crazy Man
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My mom Frieda teaches college English. Today she is sharing some over-the-top true excuses she has received from some of her students.
Somehow students don’t seem to understand that a grade is something they must earn. Here . . . → Read More: Students’ Excuses
The door bell rang. I ran to the door and opened it, something I NEVER do. I am religious about opening the door only if I know who it is. This time, however, I was expecting something in the mail, and it was the time of day the mailman usually comes, so I thought for . . . → Read More: The Door-to-Door Salesman from the Local Gang
The other day Joy, age six, came pounding down the stairs during quiet time. She was wailing and flailing, but that is the usual drama we see several times a day.
“Joy, you are not supposed to be out of your room at quiet time.”
More wailing. More flailing.
“What is the matter?”
Finally . . . → Read More: I Lost My Jewel
North bound on Highway 121 I hum or sing a merry tune. I laugh with the kids or think about things relaxed, enjoying the drive. But then I come up on my exit. It’s the Williams D Tate Avenue exit, and this is where I morph. “Sh,” I tell the kids as I sit . . . → Read More: Crazy Woman Driver