I Should Probably Change the Title

Ian hasn't decided if he wants to be home schooled next year or not. I'm voting for NOT. Many parents talk about the joy of homeschooling or how they are in charge of their child's education or how it brings them close to their young children. Personally, I think these parents are crazy and probably drink too much or not enough.

Here's the truth about homeschooling. Most of the time it's okay, not great, but okay. I probably learned more about the Greek Parthenons than Ian and I now know more about time/sequence/rate of speed than I ever, ever needed to know. And I can see how a room full of Ians would drive any teacher to distraction. So I'm hoping that he votes for his education to be put back in the hands of the professionals.

Thus, I'll need to change the title of this. More along the lines of "A Day in the Life of an Overeducated, Non-Employed Woman."  So no, I haven't found a job in Oregon. I get online every other day and check out all the sites that are in my little red book and I diligently mark "7/10/11 - Nothing."  I don't even check at COCC anymore - as I've said before, they'll be sorry they didn't hire me when I'm rich and famous and own my own college and they come looking to me for a job and I don't even look at their resume - I just stick it in a file marked "LOSER."

The people who made me clean my house four times in two weeks and said they were going to put an offer in have now decided that they need to rent their current home before they make an offer on ours. I hate these people. I don't know them, but I hate them. They gave me hope and the possibility of a little bit of spending money and then just jerked the rug out from under me. Maybe they're really nice. Maybe the wife loves horses and reads the same exact books as I do and maybe the husband is dieing from some rare incurable disease and his last wish was to live in our house....it doesn't matter, I don't like them and never will. Unless they buy our house - then I'll think about it.

Ian went to his first skateboarding competition in Denver. He came in next to last in his age group. I'm a mom so I said, "Hey, that's great, you didn't come in last and look at this cool plastic water bottle they gave you."  He was not impressed, but once again, the good thing about Ian (which I think he gets from me) is that nothing keeps him down for very long. So I don't have a job yet - I'll find one or make one...so we don't have the house sold yet-it'll sell or catch on fire. Something good will happen and soon I'll be in Redmond writing about it and not Granby and maybe missing a few things about Granby...maybe.