Not really random thoughts. I miss my website.
- Assets :: my brain, my face, my bottoms (in short, anything that contributes to my vanity) and probably my bookshelf. ha!
- Concern :: money
- Over the top :: 80's fashion
- Supplies :: office
- Mustache :: itchy kisses with husband
- Doug :: Nickelodeon
- Coach :: me
- Bleachers :: bench warmers
- Stripes :: stars
- Assortment :: candies
We're 11 weeks pregnant as of this writing.
enough said.
A question I seem to ask again and again.
It's the time of the month. And it hasn't come yet. Or so I think it hasn't! I took two pregnancy tests already - excited... longing... anticipating... both showing negative to my dismay.
To tell you the truth, I have this nagging feeling I am :)
Here's a funny quote I'd like to share. I got it from one of Sonlight's newsletters:
"Grandchildren are God's way of rewarding you for NOT killing your teenagers." --Cherry Limeade
I don't have a teenager yet, but when that happens and I'm at my wits end, I will definitely remember this! :D
I have not used this account in a long time and I don't intend to in the future.
My weblog can be found at: http://log.incitata.com.
Later.
Claiming my blog for technorati.
You have $100 to spend online in the next hour. How are you going to spend it?
I'll have to agree with jewel for those homeschooling materials. Although $100 is not enough for the whole Sonlight Core I'd like to buy for next year, I'll just settle on the Getty-Dubay Handwriting materials for now instead.
Forgive me for bragging but when I asked my husband which handwriting material to select for our son, Chuck, he pointed out right away that the nearest to our handwriting was the Getty-Dubay Italics. This surprised me as I just realized how true this was & that when I was selecting the handwritings, Getty-Dubay was the last thing on my mind to pick. Unfortunately, the Handwriting included in the core package my mom bought was the 'Handwriting Without Tears' and to tell you the truth, Chuck's handwriting was far better than the one presented there. I wish we could've gotten the Getty-Dubay instead.
Oh Well! There's always next year :)
I feel like I'll be posting a lot of favorite books since Chuck is just crazy about the read-alouds. We're nearing the last chapter of Charlotte's Web and I must tell you, I don't want it to end.
Everytime we finish a chapter for the day, Chuck would beg to continue one more chapter. Then one more. Then one more. Until I can't take it & just doze off after. You know how reading aloud can take so much of your oxygen thereby making you sleepy? Well, I do this a lot after our Read-Alouds. Chuck's favorite part here is when Fern names her pet. Like Charlotte, he has developed a doting affection towards the pig. It teaches him how to be a friend, how to love as a friend, and how to serve as a friend. I have a mixture of excitement & caution when I read as I don't want to get too attached to the characters myself. I mean you'll forgive me if I don't want to mess up my reading just because I cried endlessly reading the last chapter. I feel like a kid everytime I read aloud to Chuck. It's a wonderful experience! And so is this book, it has an inviting way of making you fall in love with the characters.
I love Pablo Neruda's work. I was just reading another sonnet of his and found it quite cool.
No te amo comi si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secremente, entre la sobra y el alma.Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amare de otra manera,sino así de este mondo en que soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.
Here's the sonnet in english:
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations that fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other waythan this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
