Jess isn't much of a dog person (she sleeps in past my breakfast time, 4:30 am). I'm kind of jealous of all the horses she hangs around. She doesn't brush my mane! But then, I am known as a flea tourist bus, so how can you blame her?
Oh, this page is supposed to be about her? . . .
Well, when she isn't wasting all her time on this internet device, she reads encyclopedias and sings "Umbrella Beach" by Owl City off key. Even while she's playing backup piano or guitar, she still can't hit that one note in the back...
Jesus Christ is her Lord. She is my lord. It's a hierarchy or something.
The only movies you catch her watching are My Friend Flicka, Secretariat, Thunderhead, Dreamer, National Velvet, April Love (horse musical circa 1957), Angel and the Badman, Open Range, Food Inc, Fresh, and Heartland. Okay, Heartland isn't a movie, but the amount of time she spends watching that show? It's worst than waiting for someone to finish watching the director's cut of Titanic so you can use the computer.
And now for the boring stuff:
We homeschool together. She does Algebra 2, I do the whining. She reads the dictionary, I roll my eyes and moan. It's an equal partnership. Our relatives complain that we are unsocialized. Whatever. We [she] may only have enough Facebook friends to count on my toenails, but the few friends [okay, not on Facebook] we do have are dear and indispensable. We aren't afraid to speak out in a crowd, but we hold back and make sure we say the right thing.
Sigh. She tells me I have to take out this 'we' stuff and make it about her. She didn't read the fine print in that 'Homeschooler Equal Partnership' contract.