I Have No Volume Control

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I do this super cute thing. . . No, seriously. It’s adorable.

Hear me out.

Pun intended.

See. I kinda, sorta in a big way have absolutely no volume control.

CHEA Convention 2015 — Day #2 “I Get Lost”

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Today, I got lost. I was looking for a session called “Preschool Meets Real Life”. I teach kindergarten at church, and I’m always interested in the new tips and tricks and games moms have discovered. And I got lost.

I’m an intelligent human being with an excellent sense of direction. I have never ever been lost.

The map visual described my desired location as the building next door to the Pasadena Convention Center. I saw it through the glass windows. It was right there. Piece of cake.

I just needed to find a way in.

CHEA Day #3 And Some Life Decisions (2014)

Congratulations everyone! We have successfully survived CHEA 2014!

It was fun.

I got a blueberry muffin for breakfast this morning, followed by a nice long shower since we learned our lesson from being an hour early yesterday. Our classes start at 11:30 not 10:30.

The first class I took was called “Homemaking For The Domestically Challenged.” I loved it. The speaker was blond and cute and her husband was right there, handing out papers for the drawing. She talked about time management and organization and cleaning and hospitality and meal planning. I was taking notes the whole time. I love women who can talk about being a mom and wife in a fun sense, as opposed to a dragging her feet in an obligation to be happy to her kids, sense. It pumps me up to see it.

CHEA Day #2 (2014)

CHEA is three days in case you were wondering, though people can come for only one day or two. . We don’t mess around. We do the full three days.

Today started with paper “breakfast bags” from the hotel. A brown bag with a napkin, apple, muffin, granola bar, and a mini bottle of water inside. I ate mine in bed while gathering the will to get up and take a shower.

The convention starts at 8:30 officially, but the classes and workshops we wanted to go to were at 10:30, which made it nice. I still got rushed to get ready because we were going to be late. We walked the twenty minutes there. I went into the Adventure Tower to the Safari room to find it closed with people sitting on the floor in the hallway. I was confused.

“Have they started already?” I asked them in a whisper.

CHEA – Christian Home Educators Association (2014)

I find myself, yet again, in a hotel room.

I’m having strong bouts of deja vu. . A certain 31 day trip across the USA.

However, instead of bunking in for the night just to pack the van and move a state over, we’re staying through the weekend. Where? Why in beautiful Anaheim, California, of course.

2014-05-29 15.04.27It’s really quite obvious why.

Graduation Time!

Outside the Del Taco we usually go to for Taco Tuesday night was a little white trailer set up. It was toward the back of the parking lot and nothing spectacular to look at, except for the long trail of people stretching out and curving to the side, lined up and waiting to get to it.

“Cap and gowns,” my mom said after studying it, “must be for one of those huge high school graduations.”

Cap and gowns. Of course. It’s graduation time.

I get excited for graduations, probably because the thrill of mine is still fresh in my mind. I feel like I view graduations as a married woman would view a wedding. They’re still so happy about their own celebration that to see someone else get as happy doubles their joy.

I don’t know if it shows or not, but I don’t like school. I was ready to graduate by kindergarten when I decided that the “treasure chest” didn’t have as many “treasures” anymore.

But, you may be recalling, you were homeschooled?

I Was Homeschooled

Last week, when I went to the dentist, I had a fun interaction with the guy who did my x-rays. Just to break the silence, he asked me the usual empty questions like “did you get today off in school?” so I replied politely “no,” and that I had graduated already.

“Oh. What school did you go to?”

All my life, I’ve had to mentally and carefully assess my answer to this particular question. There are two ways to go about it: “Citrus Valley Christian Academy,” which is the politically correct answer, but then people want to know where that’s located and blabi-blah. Or, “I’m homeschooled,” which has a 95% success rate of killing any and every would-be conversation, stone dead. It’s really quite magical.

This particular morning I didn’t feel like getting into it, so those two magic words were the ones that came out of my mouth.

He stopped, x-ray-chip-thingy-halfway-to-my-mouth-now-left-suspended-in-air, and looked at me. “What school?”

This is when I knew. We were about to have a moment.