I’ve been wanting to sit down and post something all day. But I find that when I sit, my muscles (and I use that term loosely) harden, making it impossible to rise again. And lifting my arms to type on the the keyboard has just been out of the question. It’s only after a Tylenol PM that I’ve had enough mobility to try it.
So, I’m not responsible for content.
Twice this week I’ve been up at 4:45 AM to arrive promptly at the gym by 5:15 AM. Twice. And it’s only Wednesday. This morning we did the yoga DVD. I thought “piece of cake,” a little deep breathing, a little stretching, I’m home free.
Yoga is dead to me now. First of all, it’s not natural to expect someone to be able to twist into a pretzel, and still exhale. And what is that “dying dog” pose about, anyway?
It’s just wrong.
And worse, I’ve gained a pound.
But, let’s call it muscle. Which weighs more than fat, so I’ve heard.
I am very muscular.
No, I’m not giving up. Because as bad as I feel, it feels good to do something positive by way of relieving stress. Not that a handful of Almond Joys won’t do the same. I’m just sayin’.
In other news, there’s a bit of controversy brewing over the Homeschool Blog Awards site. Nominations have begun this week, and the rules were posted on Monday. A few of the kids in the schoolyard don’t care for the rules. And they are throwing bricks to display their displeasure.
I’m rather vocal about how I avoid conflict. I’ve made it an art form. My favorite coping technique. Which is why God paired me up with Fiddledaddy, I suppose. We balance each other out nicely. He would be captain of the debate team. While I’m the timid hall monitor. Avoiding the bricks. It’s bad, y’all. If I see a girl scout selling cookies, I will cross the street to avoid saying “no.” Well, that may have more to do with my complete absence of will power. Bad example.
I really do forget how protected I feel in my little corner of the blogosphere. My commenters are both homeschoolers and non-homeschoolers, and both Christian and secular. We’ve all found a common ground in that we love our kids, and feel the absolute necessity to laugh at life. To keep from crying in the coffee. You guys are fun. And you keep it clean, in case little eyes are peering over my shoulder.
Because I had to go and teach them to read.
I so appreciate all of you who regularly stop by. You inspire me. And make me laugh. And no one throws any bricks around here. I consider It Coulda Been Worse to be a family friendly blog. Even though I’ve been known to leap over the bounds of good taste. Blogs are a lot about a forum for expressing yourself, wherever you are in your life. Next week I may become really insightful. But I doubt it.
I’ve been privy to some of the more hateful comments that have been lobbed at the gals who put the Homeschool Blog Awards Site together. It’s been eye opening, ot say the least. I’ve followed a few links out of morbid curiosity, and I now wished I hadn’t.
The blogs I regularly visit are ones that are uplifting and inspiring. And really really funny. It’s a personal choice for me. Not something I would even begin to dictate to someone else. As far as the blog awards site goes, I’m just a contributor once a month, so I’m not one of the ones that are putting in all of the time and effort. Those ladies are awesome. They put so much of themselves into the site, and not just to put the awards on, but to support and uplift homeschoolers throughout the rest of the year.
Even within the homeschool community, we have different factions. And we all homeschool for different reasons. I so hope the ugliness that I’ve seen stops. Because, I think we can find a common ground in that we are putting considerable time and effort into our children’s education. And it’s all about the kids.
Coincidentally, I had one of my worst homeschool days ever today. And I began looking into boarding school for my children.
I’m only half kidding.
Military school seems a much better solution.
And that’s as controversial as I’m going to get on Tylenol PM.