War on Drugs

Leigh —  October 17, 2014 — Leave a comment


This kid makes me laugh out loud at least once a day. Most of the time, it’s when he’s not even trying to be a ham.

While riding in the car the other day, I randomly asked him, “Roarkie, what are you going to say if someone ever asks you if you want to smoke a cigarette?”

I do this from time to time. It’s how I choose to fight the War on Drugs. Little, one-on-one battles, starting about the time they can talk. Sometimes instead of using the phrase “smoke a cigarette,” I might shake it up and ask about drugs or shoplifting or anything I can think of that could possibly ruin their lives forever, but on this given day, the topic was smoking.

“What?” he asked, as he looked up from his Lego sticker book.

“What are you going to say if someone ever asks you if you want to smoke?” I repeated.

“That’s easy.He shrugged like it was a no brainer.I’m just going to tell them ‘No way!’ and then, I’m going to kick them in their private spot.”

Mission accomplished.


Ken recently found an old Edie Brickell CD tucked away on some random shelf in his office, and we have been listening to it in the car for the past couple of weeks.

When you live in the country, you spend a fair amount of time in a car even just to get the basics. Most of our main staples come from either Wal-mart or Home Depot, which is about a thirty minute drive any way you shake it. So, a great deal of our Friday nights are spent making a run to Home Depot to pick up whatever supplies we might need for the upcoming project that weekend.

On our way home from buying a hose and a sack full of bulbs to plant, Ken popped in the newly discovered CD, rolled the windows down, and let the music blare as we cruised down the country roads, winding in between farms and pastures.

That CD has been with us a long time. I mean, a looonnnggg time, as in over twenty years. Man, if it could talk! Actually, it’s probably best that it can’t because then it would blab to everyone about all the heart-broken nights I sang along, tears streaming, cursing love, Ken, and my heart for wanting only him. Continue Reading…

The Field Trip Bug

Leigh —  October 3, 2014 — 1 Comment

What’s this? Two posts in one week! Somebody’s feeling on top of things.

I can only blame it on the break. I definitely have other things I should be doing right now such as packing for this weekend’s camp-out, but there comes a point when your to-do list gets so long that you just chunk it out the window and start flying by the seat of your pants.

That’s what I’m doing here. I’m flying, folks!

In the spirit of our different kind of school week last week, I decided to end it with a killer field trip.

I got word that the Tennessee Aquarium was offering half price tickets to homeschoolers last Monday, and I got hit with the field trip bug.

So I passed out permission slips to all my students, and then I signed them. And just like that, it was decided that we were going on a field trip.DSCN9740 Continue Reading…

Some Kind of Special

Leigh —  October 1, 2014 — 4 Comments

Homeschooling is still going strong, and we’ve been hitting the books like gang-busters these past couple of months. But even when things are going well, it’s nice to shake up the routine every now and then, to put the books away and declare it to be a different kind of school week.

This past week instead of working through math workbooks and word problems, we measured fabric and used our mad division skills to calculate where to cut. We practiced reading comprehension by pulling out a pattern and following instructions step by step.IMG_9731It was a good week.

Heck, anytime I pull out my sewing machine it’s a good week. Can I get an “Amen”? Continue Reading…

Follow the Rules

Leigh —  September 9, 2014 — Leave a comment

I just want to take a minute to pay tribute to our beloved Chick Chick.

May she rest in peace.IMG_9638

(Side note: In this picture she was dust bathing in potting soil. So in case you’re wondering, that’s the black junk caught in her nose.)

She had a very unfortunate mishap with a stick last week that Edie happened to be throwing around the yard.

Now, Edie didn’t throw it directly at the chicken or anything. I mean, that would be cruel, and while one might argue that since we have had such a crummy track record with keeping chickens alive around here that giving us any chickens to care for is an act of cruelty in and of itself, trust me, this death was purely an accident. Continue Reading…