For the carnivores among us, a new meaning for “PETA” —

People Eating Tasty Animals

Muah ha ha ha!  Oh, how that tickles my funny bone!

The weather is turning a bit cooler and my guy is already thinking deer season.  I hope he has as successful a hunt this year as he did last.  He brought home two deer and we have just a bit of it left.  We’ve really enjoyed the sausage, ground venison, and roasts these last months.  Fourth of July we made venison burgers for our cookout and everyone just loved them.

Our adventures in homeschooling are going pretty well.  One of the wonderful things about home education is the ability to reconfigure things for your child’s needs.  I’ve discovered that my daughter has a very weak grasp of the multiplication tables.  Apparently she learned them well enough to get by last year (and get good grades), but when you ask her what’s 8 x 7, she pauses and it’s obvious that she’s counting in her head — she needs to know it immediately, like she knows her name.  So we’ve set aside the math book for a couple of weeks to focus on getting those tables in her little skull!  Today I had her copy the 2’s, 3’s, and 4’s tables three times each into her spiral notebook and I had her say them out loud as she copied them.  I’m hoping the repetition of copying and repeating them will help them stick.  We’re also working with flashcards and “Wrap Ups” — I’ll keep you posted.

One thing I have come to realize — this is not some glorified “Little House on the Prairie” experience.  It’s hard work and sometimes we don’t get everything done.  A lot of times we don’t get everything done.  We just pick up where we left off and keep on pressing forward.  And while we may not get everything done, I’m fully convinced that the experience we’re sharing is greater than anything the public school system could provide to us. 

Well, tomorrow is math, language, choir, and recorder band, so I’d better sign off for now.  When we’re through with all that, I’ve got to meet with a potential client regarding window treatments . . . I need some sleep if I’m going to be worth anything tomorrow.