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Mikkimoto’s Guide To Home Schooling

The Madison teachers are back to work after a four day “sick out” while they desperately fought for their rights against Governor Walker’s Attack Budget Bill.

Even though they are now back to the classrooms I have a feeling that even if this “Repair Bill” passes and the teachers lose their collective bargaining rights, there may be many more “sick out’s” or even strikes in the future.

Therefore I have worked diligently on my Home Schooling lesson plan for my one student, ten year old Benjamin.  No one ever said this Princess wasn’t proactive.

Instead of the basic three R’s: Reading, Writing and Arithmetic; Benjamin will learn MY three R’s: Resting, Retrieving and DVRRRR’ing.

8:00 am -  The day begins with self play as the student will be instructed NOT to wake his teacher at any cost. In addition (See? There’s math!) the student will work on home ec as he makes himself breakfast and brews some coffee for the teacher. Extra credit will be given if said coffee is brought to the teacher’s bedside.

9:00 am – Time for science! Look at that mold growing in the shower.  Let’s see how to get rid of mold.  Put on those gloves and scrub scrub!  More extra credit opportunities if you can make the toilet bowl shine!

10:00 am - Social studies; wherein the student will sit patiently with hands folded neatly in his lap and watch as his teacher makes her way around the social media world.  Great lessons will be learned on Facebook, Twitter and of course, YouTube.

11:15 am – More home ec! Let’s head back into the kitchen to make lunch for the teacher.  The student will learn the wonders of tuna salad, grilled cheese (ooh! Careful! HOT! Physics if you will…) and self reliance while making the short run to the bar behind the apartment for take-out.

Noon – Recess!!  The student will be let out into the park while the teacher works on the first “R”, Resting.

1:00 pm – Recess is over.  Student will let himself in as the teacher is still working hard on resting.  Shhh.  Don’t wake the teacher and you might get an A.

1:30 pm – Economics.  Let’s balance the teacher’s checkbook and see if there is money for Brazilian blowouts and new shoes.

2:30 pm – Language arts; aka Reality TV.  Who’s Strange Addiction will make us the most sick?  What home will those House Hunters pick?  And is that bride going to Say Yes to The Dress?

4:00pm – School’s over!  See you tomorrow children!  Or, um, right now since ya know… we’re home and all.

**please note.  I am in no way making fun of Home Schooling.  I have a lot respect for those who choose that route for their children.  I’m merely making great fun at myself and stating what a horrendous home school teacher I would be.

One Year Ago…

A year ago today…

Matt said, “Will you marry me?”

I said, “Oh my God! Oh my God!!”

and Ben said, “What’s going on? What’s happening? Is that a ring? Are you proposing to Mom?”

With just 30 days to go (holy shit! I’ve had leftover pizza longer than that) I’m cool calm and collected.

Which is Bride-Speak for “As long as I can still sleep, can still eat, can still form complete sentences and haven’t taken up residence in the fetal position under the table, I’m rockin’ this bride thing.”

Honestly everything is done. My last dress fitting is tomorrow, along with applying for our marriage license and getting Ben fitted for his tux.

And then all there is to do is hurry up and wait. Oh and pack for Jamaica. But somehow packing flip flops and a swimsuit in the middle of winter in Wisconsin doesn’t seem like a chore.

Thank you for asking me that very important question, Honey.  Saying “YES!” to you was the best word I ever uttered.

*With all the unrest going on in Wisconsin and especially in Madison this week, this “light” post was hard to write.  Until I remembered that although my kid hasn’t had school since Tuesday (and most like won’t until next week) because of teachers rallying to keep their rights and how these extreme budget cuts will effect my paycheck directly, life does go on.  And therefore I have to as well.  (Because this girl is going to the chapel whether she has to walk through picket lines to get there!)

All the while hoping that these politicians (*cough cough* Scott Walker) listen to the people they are supposed to be serving and therefore make the right decisions.

I’m Gonna Vote So Hard

I’ve been pretty quiet this whole midterm election season because there are enough political ads swarming our TV’s and email boxes. Although it has become a great new drinking game. “If the next ad is one of Feingold, DRINK! If it’s for Johnson, SLAM THE WHOLE GLASS!”

But today is D-Day people! I won’t tell you WHO to vote for…

(subliminal hint)

(another very subtle subliminal hint)

I’ll just tell you to vote. Like your life depends on it. Because, guess what? It kinda does.

In all seriousness, if you have questions on where you should vote, how to register or what you need to bring with you, just leave me a comment and I’ll be very happy to help.

(This blog is not paid for by Feingold or Barrett. Nor is it endorsed by them. I just know they are the best choice for Wisconsin. And they are cool dudes.)

“I’d like to buy the world a Coke and keep it company…”

Holy Health Care debates batman! You all did an excellent job of not fighting on March 23rd but were the smashed windows and cut gas lines on the 24th really necessary? It’s quite clear this country needs to hug it out.  Not to mention a Coke and a smile.

Since I am one of those to blame for spouting off my opinions (shocking right?), the next time President Obama is about to pass some major legislation I’m flying myself to a far away island and getting a zip implanted in my lip.

BUT this SO is not a post about Health Care reform, therefore I bring you cute stories of my fabulous kid.

  • Mornings are not a strong suit for Ben and I. We both are a fan of The Sleep and therefore getting ourselves out the door in the morn is much like herding blind belligerent cats. In an effort to help the process, my sweet boy has been making my lunch before I even get downstairs. Today I looked in my lunch box to find a real spoon in there. When I looked confused he said, “It’s more green this way, Mom. Now you can just wash your spoon in the kitchen at work instead of using plastic.” Words literally escaped me as I grabbed his little body and enveloped him in a big Mama hug. TAKE THAT AL GORE!
  • Last night, as we were sitting on the couch watching TV, there was a commercial for a new automatic soap dispenser where you don’t have to use your hands to pump the top. Supposedly there are so many germs on the pump part that with the automatic one you avoid all that.  I, being of mushy brain, said “That’s so cool.” And my son, who is sharp as a tack said, “But after you touch the germy part, you WASH YOUR HANDS and then don’t touch it again, so you why would you get germs on your hands?”  I looked at my boy like he just invited Netflix and Twitter. Since he’s clearly the smart one of this pair I just muttered, “Whoa. You are so right.”

Yes ladies and gentlemen, thankfully THIS is the boy who will one day become the man to pick out my nursing home.

Now can we please get back to updating our Facebook pages with what’s for dinner and what color bra we’re wearing?

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