Because I never got to finish NaVidPoMo, thanks to our internet service being down.
First, the video I was going to post that day:
And, for my daughters. My daughters who have to grow up in a rapists' culture. My daughters, who still seem to need these sentiments. No matter how much we hate that reality.
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Showing posts with label navidpomo. Show all posts
29.3.11
NaVidPoMo: Day Twenty-Nine
I went to get the URL for the one I'd chosen for today, and decided that today, there would be two. Because the second one is beautiful.
24.3.11
NaVidPoMo: Day Twenty-Four
At heart, I still think of the internet as a vehicle for fandom, one way or another...
23.3.11
NaVidPoMo: Day Twenty-Three
March twenty-third is a special day in our household. Six years ago, at 6:28 am, FB made his way out of me and into our lives. I'd say that he slid, but he didn't; he had his head born for a full three minutes ahead of the rest of his body. I heard him cry even as he was still kicking inside me.
Each of my children has a song. I didn't pick the songs, I just recognized them. When they're graduating and we do the somewhat-cheesy slide show with music, I know what songs each will have in the background, and no, they don't get a choice. And for whatever reason, this is FB's song. Love you, my sweet buddy. You're my favorite deputy--and whatever road you choose, I'm right behind you, win or lose. :)
Each of my children has a song. I didn't pick the songs, I just recognized them. When they're graduating and we do the somewhat-cheesy slide show with music, I know what songs each will have in the background, and no, they don't get a choice. And for whatever reason, this is FB's song. Love you, my sweet buddy. You're my favorite deputy--and whatever road you choose, I'm right behind you, win or lose. :)
19.3.11
NaVidPoMo: Day Nineteen
I think most homeschoolers will find at least three or four things with which they agree. I think I've spent the weekend surrounded by those for whom the majority is true. Eek!
17.3.11
15.3.11
NaVidPoMo: Day Fifteen
Beware the Ides of March!
That said, this has nothing to do with Julius Caesar or Roman history. Just plain ol' American history, and it's fun, too. What's for fun than a fiddling Thomas Jefferson?
That said, this has nothing to do with Julius Caesar or Roman history. Just plain ol' American history, and it's fun, too. What's for fun than a fiddling Thomas Jefferson?
14.3.11
NaVidPoMo: Day Fourteen
Because I'm tired. Tired of the looks of disgust, the chortles, the rolling of eyes. Yes, I'm a liberal, and yes, I homeschool. And yes, I wear my politics on my car just as much as many of the conservative homeschoolers. I don't laugh at them, or roll my eyes where they can see, or give their vehicles dirty looks as they sit inside them.
"I know you like to use that word 'liberal' as a crime."
"Because I will pick up that label and I will wear it as a badge of honor."
"I know you like to use that word 'liberal' as a crime."
"Because I will pick up that label and I will wear it as a badge of honor."
12.3.11
NaVidPoMo: Day Twelve
One of the best love stories ever told. Extra bonus points because it's set to music from Love Actually.
