SRKindredSpirits

Happy 15th Anniversary to my ONE friend, my lover, and my hubby! I love you Stephen! "One Friend" I always thought you were the best I guess I always will I always felt that we were blessed And I feel that way still Sometimes we took the hard road But we always saw it through If I had only one friend left I'd want it to be you Sometimes the world was on our side Sometimes it wasn't fair Sometimes it gave a helping hand Sometimes we didn't care 'Cause when we were together It made the dream come true If I had only one friend left I'd want it to be you Someone who understands me And knows me inside out And helps keep me together And believes without a doubt That I could move a mountain Someone to tell it to If I had only one friend left I'd want it to be you Someone who understands me And knows me inside out And helps keep me together And believes without a doubt That I could move a mountain Someone to tell it to If I had only one friend left I'd wan

I've never had a close relationship with my dad, but I have great memories of being a kid ... going to auctions with dad or to the sale barn ( we often came home with a little calf, lamb or piglet ), him taking us to the zoo, getting ice cream cones, Sunday afternoon drives, family bike rides, and traveling - he always liked to drive at night and would let me come up to the front of the van to play the car game with him. Life was good as a kid... but as a tween, that all changed.... Dad and Mom took me away from the friends and family and church that was my whole life. I rebelled in a big way, I even ran away from home. They moved out of state.... and I made some questionable choices. I was no longer welcomed at family gatherings and was pretty much the black sheep of the family..... over the years we just drifted apart.  Since my kids have been born, my dad has been a wonderful Grandpa and I am once again a part of the family, but our relationship has been somewhat tense, and conv

This month, we are back to homeshooling our two youngest kids. Not only was I a homeschool kid, but I have homeschooled my own kids off and on for over 13 yrs. Our oldest daughter has graduated and is in her second semester of college. I firmly believe the number one rule for homeschooling should be this: - Keep It Simple! - This year we are using Gather Round Homeschool Unit Studies and Abeka Math. Our supplies consist of our Unit Study workbooks and Teachers guide, an individual notebook for each of us, my Bible, a planner/calender (I use it to keep track of our days as required by the State), a Chromebook (used for researchand watching videos), Math workbooks, and Reading books.  We keep all our school supplies in a carousel. When school is finished, we put the carousel and our books back on the school shelf in the closet and go on with our day! It is super simple and stress free! Keeping school simple has helped me be a better teacher. No more desks, chairs, white boards, posters

  I cried today.... it's not the first time and I'm sure it won't be the last time.... Our 14 year old son is on the spectrum .  He has never been able to pass a 1st grade reading test. We have had him tested so many times and so many different places. He's been to multiple therapist's, tried four different schools, and many different curriculum, and learning resources, but nothing has helped.  This year, we are back to homeshooling , and we are doing a completely new unit study curriculum called ' Gather Round Homeschool '.  I am super excited about it and feel it will give our kids a boost of confidence and help them learn more about the world around them and help them use their individual skills more! I have been gathering resources to use along with our curriculum. I found these adorable timer bookmarks for the kids and we will be doing alot of reading, national geographic movies, feild trips, crafts and Library time. But, while I was researching, I  ca

  I'm so tired...physically, mentally and every other part of being tired that there could be. I feel like my freedom is slowly forcefully being taken away from me and theres not a thing I can do about it.  I'M really tired of being TOLD WHEN, WHERE AND HOW TO WEAR THE MASK.... If you don't wear it you can't go to certain places because now they require it. I have stopped shopping at stores that require it, but now our whole state is making it a mandate. (I still refuse to wear it though.) It's sad watching our freedoms being taken from us. It's sad that most people are willing to blindly follow such nonsense. I don't want to raise my kids in this world...  heck, I don't even want to live in this kind of world myself. What happened to our individual rights? This isn't about health.... its about, control, politics, and setting us up for a communism take over.... it has nothing to do with health. It's just another way the for the leftists to destro

I was raised conservative, and although church politics, and a total disregard and respect for God from so called christians, keep me away from attending church regularly, I am Independent Fundamental Baptist in my beliefs.   But when it comes to reverence and worship, Catholics know how to do it right . This post may get a bit deep and longer than usual, but it's something that I think is important.  The problem with new-style churches, weather small or mega, isn't just that they're ugly - they actually distort the Faith and lead people away from God. Yes, it is true that the Church is a group of people, rather than a building, and that Moses worshiped in a tent, but to talk of churches as theologically little more than rain shelters is misleading. The Mid West, the Far West and the South are dotted with churches that are simply atrocious that have gone up in recent years. The traditional church communicates the Faith, while the modern one simply doesn't - it is a dang

I twist the wedding band on my left ring finger. I never know what to do with my hands, especially when I’m nervous. Every five years or so, I find myself here.... I’m at a little restaurant twenty plus miles from my home... I'm always here first. I see him at the door before he sees me. I watch him look around the room. My heart is beating fast. The whole scene freezes as he walks towards me. I am transported back 21 years to when I first met him.... so much looks the same, all the memories come flooding back. We used to be in love....we made it look good; we made it look easy. And it was good, but never easy. Life was hard back then. I rise to hug him. Our bodies still fit so well together. I remember his smell, part cologne, part Marlboro cigarettes, and part cinnamon certs. I pull away. We sit, surrounded by the noise of the old folks getting their morning coffee and chatting about the weather. It feels awkward. I never know how I'm supposed to a