Showing posts with label kidlings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kidlings. Show all posts

Monday, April 26, 2010

URF DAY!

Dang. I don't think I've laughed so hard in years. By far, the best Earth Day ever, hands down. The kids and I made Daddy clean the sludge out of the septic tank, while we watched (from upwind of course). Looked like he was enjoyin' himself too much, so I had the oldest sneak up and push him in. Those things are deep!

Great accoustics though. I told him he had to put on a pink tutu and sing "I'm a little teapot" and do the moves before I got the ladder. Then it looked like it was going to snow, so I put the cement cap on and told him it was to protect him from the blizzard. I figured he'd like that - he's wanted a storm cellar for years.

Then the kids and I headed in for some proper Earth Day coloring projects:



Now THAT'S Homeschoolin'!

(Oh - since it's Monday and Earth Day was last Thursday, guess I better let hubby out. Or at least toss him a few MRE's.)

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

One outta five ain't bad

It just slays me, that some day soon, my spawn will cast their righteous lines into a lake that produces fish such as these first four:

Of course, the last one gives me hope. You go girl - keep plodding forward against the raging storm! Way to show that not every person produced by them institutes of higher larnin' is a bedwetting handwringer like my husband.


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Thursday, January 21, 2010

Girl Scouts

It took forever to find a like-minded troop in the area, but patience is a virtue. These kids have a way to go, but they're off to a good start. My 9 yr old taught 'trigger control' on Tuesday - they did pretty well. Next week is muzzle control - no more rookie mistakes like that one on the right:



Beats sellin' cookies any day of the week.

[Edit - y'all can't believe the fan mail this picture generated! I post here for one basic reason - to get people to keep their distance from me. Since now there's talk about callin' the law on us, I guess I have to break with tradition and say something totally true AND totally bereft of any artistic embellishment. So here it is: No, these aren't my kids. They're not kids that my kids play with. I've never met anyone in this picture. I lifted it off the internet.

Now if you'll excuse me, my smart-alec lawyer has overstayed his welcome, and I need to run him off my property.]

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Queen of the Doomer meme

Some folks like to talk about EMP bursts, pandemic quarantines, economic collapses, global famine, food rioters, hurricanes, tornadoes, floods, relatives coming to visit, civil war, or any other natural or manmade disaster that results in the rapid and massive breakdown of social order. Call 'em SHTF scenarios or TEOTWAWKI or whatever you want, they're all the same as a Zombie uprising to me. Just another dang reason for people to show up on my doorstep and annoy me.

Look people, I don't care if you're on fire. I don't care if Obama won a 2nd term and half the states are seceding and the other half are declaring martial law. I realize that you don't get forcibly relocated to a FEMA camp every day, but why do you feel the need to come whine at me about it?


Top 10 responses to "Oh, if something bad happens, I'll just come to your house!"
10. Not without six months of your own supplies, you won't.

9. Yeah, your family means so little to you, I'll be sure to pick up your slack. Why don't you bring all your credit card debt while you're at it.

8. Sweet! We needed a decoy to walk the wire and be the first person shot!

7. Just be sure you show up with a ladder. Not sure how many corpses you'll have to climb over.

6. I may give you the shirt off my back, but try to take it, and I can only spare half a buck worth of subsonic copper hollow-points.

5. Hey, bring all the barter goods you want - I love to haggle. A roll of TP will get you past the dogs.

4. Be sure to bring some good boots, cuz you'll be up to your ankles in horse crap earning your keep.

3. Fine by me. I hear people taste like chicken.

2. Make sure you come early - the first five help me shoot the next fifty.

#1 is a tie:

1. "Don't do that, Mommy will just shoot you and make Daddy bury you in the backyard." (Are my kids great or what?)

1. "What, you thought I was gonna bunker down somewhere people can find me?" (Note found in my empty house)


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Thursday, May 7, 2009

Video proof of neglect and educational negligence!

Here's the product of some random anonymous homeschool group. I don't know any of these people in person, but I sure as heck am one of them.