Riddled with Bullets

• First day of our home school co-op for this semester: everything went well. I'm definitely looking forward to my mom keeping Baby J most of these Fridays. It'll make the day easier on him and easier on me. He did good today though. Even got his morning nap in (in the arms of a mommy who hasn't had tiny babies in a long time-- That's the good thing about being around a bunch of home schoolers, lots of mommies who love children) when I had to leave him in the nursery one class period.
• Started Lovely K's Teaching Textbooks math yesterday and she LOVED it. She did five lessons the first day. I am so glad I went with this. Three cheers for Teaching Textbooks! Now I have to listen to Big E whine all year because his math isn't so cool. I told him he could do Teaching Textbooks next year....but you know how far away a year seems to a seven year old.
  
• Terrible headache today. Made me thankful that I don't have them often. And I am very thankful that it didn't turn into a migraine. I can hardly function when one of those shows up. Thanks be to God who is so very gracious to me.
• I find myself thinking from time to time that I should share things of a more spiritual nature with you guys on here. Some blogs I read are like devotionals or something, but if I ever type up a post like that, I usually end up deleting it instead of posting it. Why do I feel uncomfortable sharing that sort of thing? I always wonder if what I say will be misconstrued or misunderstood. I don't want to seem hypocritical. And besides, that's like the most personal part of me. Hard for me to share that. I'm sure you think, after the minutia that I go on and on about here on Ordinary Days that it's not hard for me to share anything.....but it is. That's just how I am.
  
• I've got friends turning 40 left and right. I've got a husband that is headed at that milestone at break neck speed. I have what I hope will seem like a long and winding road before I get there myself, but it's just so weird for "my friends" to be hitting 40. I thought we were all still teenagers.....just heavy, graying teenagers....
• Now the song "The Long and Winding Road" is stuck in my head. The Beatles did have some beautiful songs. I watched Paul McCartney get some presidential award the other night (with my boys in the room with me) and all these people sang his songs to him. It was interesting. I wonder who will be the last Beatle standing. We're down to Paul and Ringo.
  
• My friend and I used to joke about how nice it is to be the last living person from a given situation. Like when my grandmother's siblings were down to just the one remaining brother (he's gone now too), we were saying how that last person gets to say whatever they want about the way things were "back in the day" and no one can say otherwise. And with the dementia that always shows up for the last few years in that branch of my family, who knows what really happened and what didn't. They could have all been making up stories for the last forty years and we wouldn't know any better. So if you want your side of the story to be the one that goes down in the books, you need to outlive your siblings. Or your spouse. Or whoever it is that has a different version of "what happened" than you.
• Having said that, if Ringo is the last man standing, do you think he'll suddenly claim to have written all the songs? Talk about how he did it all and John and Paul bullied him into silence, making him promise not to tell. Who would believe that?
  
• Notice anything different about the tone of my writing when I use bullets?
• Casablanca was on TV tonight. I kind of meant to watch it but I knew it wouldn't work out that way. Can you believe I have never watched that whole movie? I don't really know what it's about other than some man and woman hiding out during some war on, I think, as island. (Are they on an island?) Are you laughing at me for ever calling myself a lover of old movies since I haven't watched this well-known classic? I have also never watched Miracle on 34th Street though I mean to do it each Christmas. Come on over and we'll watch them together. I'll make a big bowl of pop corn.
  

Have a lovely weekend, Dear Reader!