I am a Christian, homeschooling mom of four lovely children, wife to one hot man. I’m politically minded and very conservative–leaning libertarian. This is the prism through which I blog.
I’m interested in all sorts of flotsam and jetsam. I enjoy a vigorous debate and delightful discussion. I post what interests me and reserve the right to change my mind. We call that learning. My blog motto is: “You cannot go on ‘explaining away’ for ever: you will find that you have explained explanation itself away. You cannot go on ‘seeing through’ things for ever. The whole point of seeing through something is to see something through it.” I also quote an inordinate amount of C.S. Lewis. It’s a thing.
The main characters in my life, nicknamed because they didn’t ask to be publicized.
My Techie Geek or MTG: My wonderful husband who is wicked smart when it comes to all things computer, and more importantly loves God and his family. He’s the best husband and father I know. Yeah, yeah, you think yours is best. Whatever.
Little Miss: My first born has never met a stranger. She’s the typical eldest, full of sunshine and a definite people person. She’s also the one who wants to make sure everyone follows the rules. If there are no rules, she’ll make some up. She’s becoming a lovely young lady and I’m not sure what I’m going to do!
Sprite: Not as outgoing as her sister, but always thinking and analyzing. She’s also becoming a lovely young lady, so different from her sister, but just as delightful and interesting. I can’t wait to see how she’s going to storm the world!
Bulldozer: After two girly-girls, I had a boys-boy. He’s always on the go, full speed ahead. On a sensory processing disorder with him (and seeing sensory issues in 3 other kiddos!), he’s my hugging, cuddling, sweet boy who has developed a passion for building and wants to be an inventor when he grows up. Right now we’re working on “Don’t take things apart without permission.” It’s a good start.
Satchmo: The last caboose to our family train. Satchmo was knick named for his penchant for scat-like growlies when he was non-verbal. He’s still growly, but very verbal. He’s my baby and I don’t want him to grow up. But he is. He has a future in demolitions. Either that or… no. Pretty sure it’s demolitions.
Two psychotic cats. Not being too worried about their privacy, they are Herb (as in Herbicide the plant killer) and Keaggy. That was meant to be a tribute. I didn’t realize at the time, he’s one of the dumber animals on the planet. Sorry Phil.
And finally, Jack the Dog, a Basset Hound mix, rescued by my grandma (who so totally rocks!) and owned by us. Or he owns us. It’s a little muddled.
So there I am in all my odd glory. Enjoy the blog!