tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201475632009-07-10T16:36:14.527-07:00I'm a homeschool mom writing about life in general, my son, my hubby, my pets and home education.Frankiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02443594220588498332noreply@blogger.comBlogger636125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20147563.post-76928051836623713402009-07-10T12:35:00.000-07:002009-07-10T12:42:22.431-07:00

Since I haven't blogged for so long, many may not know that this gorgeous flower is named Tesla. Bob, the electrical engineer, named him after one of his favorite people: Nikola Tesla.It's not our dog's birthday, but it is Mr. Tesla's birthday. Has anyone hit Google today? See the top with the electricity? It's a Tesla coil. That would be one very cool homeschool project! Anyway, if you run your

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Our 8th grade reading list:To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee*Robinson Crusoe, Daniel DefoeOf Mice and Men, John Steinbeck*Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte*The Hiding Place, Corrie ten Boom*The Good Earth, Pearl S. BuckFlowers for Algernon, Daniel KeyesAnimal Farm, George OrwellThe Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy,Douglas AdamsThe Hobbit, J.R.R. TolkienMy Life in Dog Years, Gary Paulsen * and other

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Laura Ingalls Wilder's birthplace.Not the original cabin, this was built in the 70s. This is the site of her home, though. No longer surrounded by Big Woods, but by corn fields. There are still a lot of woods in the area, though.

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Emotionally: Lots better. I'm still not fully recovered from everything, but I am so in a better place. I still get weepy when I see old men in jeans with black tennis shoes. I cried the other night at our town parade when the WWII vets were driven by. I miss my Dad. Yet, life goes on and so have I. I trudged along like I was walking knee-deep in water, then got a little closer to the shore, and

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Why not lump a husband in with the dogs? He'd appreciate my humor!Bob: Nothing new. Same old. Still enjoying his job, although he's very, very busy at work at the moment. He's been my rock through everything. We'll be celebrating our 20th wedding anniversary this September. I cannot remember life without him. I know I wouldn't have fared as well without him. Our precious Apollo and Tesla--they

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Thomas has completed the seventh grade. He has grown up so fast this past year it amazes me. He is one inch shorter than I am. It is very strange standing and being able to look him in the eye. He seems so old now. Not that 13 is old, but he is maturing quickly.At this very moment, he's away at summer camp. The first day he was gone, I missed him fiercely. Now I'm fine, knowing he's having fun.

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Said to the tune of the sweet little girl in the movie Poltergeist!I've done a bit of tweaking to the old blog here. Like the monkeys? We're not monkeying around, though! We've been busy.Will give a long overdue update tomorrow!Frankie =)

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It's March, it's spring fever time. We're in middle school, not too exciting to blog about.I think I'm going to take a blog break for awhile.I'll be back after awhile, when I feel inspiried to write something, anything.

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Even this poor old snowman is sick of winter.

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We've had a mini heat wave in our neck of the woods. It feels lovely! We were out and about Sunday, it was the high 30s, and none of us wore coats.Our back yard is a soupy, wet mess today. This is how I found my doggie this afternoon.

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Whoever coined that term never had to clean up a brand-new gallon of milk from their refrigerator. Yesterday Bob bought two gallons of milk to last us through the week. One leaked all over the entire fridge. We noticed milk dripping on the floor late last night.What a mess. I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. I have a great fear I missed some somewhere and it's going to stink to high heaven.This

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Summer Fae has tagged me. RULES:1. Link to the person who tagged you.2. Post the rules.3. Write six random things about yourself.4. Tag six people.5. Inform the tagees and the person who tagged youRandom Things About Me:I love coffee and drink it all the time. I make one pot of half-caf in the morning and drink decaf the rest of the day. I use just a pinch of fat-free half and half. I must

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Guess what my dear, sweet son wore today? I wish I had snapped a picture of it. He wore his very old jeans that are too short. Shin short. High-waters, as I used to call them. He didn't know what that meant. These jeans were meant to be thrown out because they have holes in them. Fortunately, they were hidden in his closet. We never did get to his room in the big clean-out.Why?My washer is only

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Tonight I am almost giddy. I am so proud our country has finally seen beyond race. I am so proud to be living through this wonderful, historical event. Mostly, I am so full of hope.Tomorrow our school day will be spent watching the television. I told Thomas that he can tell his grandchildren about the day, what he was wearing, what he was doing, and the hope that his mother had. I asked my

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Schools were closed all around us today. Our school was not. Thomas and I spent a good portion of the morning listening to Don't Know Much About History: Everything You Need to Know About American History But Never Learned by Kenneth C. Davis. We are really enjoying this. We did not download this to the Zen, rather we're just listening through our Audible manager. What's really fun is Thomas will

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Apparently, according to all the blogs I read on a daily basis, it is de-lurk day today.I don't know if I have ever asked people to de-lurk and say hello before. I will today. I'd love to say hi to some of my lurkers!Drop me a line!

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Just thought I'd give an update to our cleaning spree. (I know it bores most to tears, but I do go back and read through the blog on occasion, and it's nice to see the reminders.This past week we started school up again, so the big cleaning came to a halt. I putzed in the kitchen, got the cupboards all organized, but the kitchen remained messy because it was the landing spot for stuff.Saturday

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Audrey, the super-sleuth, figured it out. How smart of her to go to the Truman Online Library (hey, she is a librarian) and search. I'm about 98% certain it was Harry S Truman. I've studied his picture, tried to brush the cobwebs out of my brain, and really tried to re-live that day. I think I was stuck on Johnson because he was one of my Dad's favorite presidents. I'm pretty sure it was April of

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When I was a young girl growing up in Cheyenne, Wyoming, I remember my mother making me mad. She made me get my coat on and go to the Cheyenne Airport so I could shake Former President So-and-so's hand.I remember driving out there, parking, and being miserably cold because as usual, the Wyoming wind was whipping. If you've ever been in Cheyenne, or Wyoming for that matter, you know that the wind

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Catherine Called Birdy by Karen CushmanThe Face on the Milk CartonAnimal FarmSwiss Family Robinson: Johann WyssShiloh: Phyllis Reynold’s NaylorRoll of Thunder, Hear My Cry: Mildred TaylorThe Incredible Journey: Sheila BurnfordJohnny Tremain: Esther ForbesThe Fox and the HoundJulie of the Wolves: Jean Craighead GeorgeHeidi: Johanna SpyriGentle Ben Walt MoreyAlice's Adventures in Wonderland

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Well, I'm not done.My kitchen is a horrid mess. But gee, the cupboards are clean, nice and neat. Well, all but two that is.I'm having a wee bit of anxiety right now because we have to start school tomorrow. School? Eeeks, I've almost forgotten how to do school. I have nothing ready. I forget where we are. While we're doing school tomorrow, I'll be fretting about the state of the kitchen.It's a

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I shouldn't be posting this, but it's on my mind and has been since the death of a beautiful 16-year old boy.First off, I am talking about the Travoltas. My heart goes out to the parents and sister because they have experienced every parent's worst nightmare. I feel for them from the bottom of my soul. I really do. I just cannot imagine what they are going through. But, I have questions. I would

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At 4 pm today, the basement was officially done.DONE! DONE! DONE! DONE! DONE!!!!!!!!!!!Now I just have the kitchen and Thomas's room to tackle, but did I mention, the basement is done?We kept finding things to do, and I thought we'd never finish.We re-arranged the furniture, so Thomas now has a gaming area. It will be a comfortable area for watching movies as well. For a "dumpy" basement, it's

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It's Friday, I just checked the blog, and we started this spree one week ago today. Wow--it's all a blur, but wow.Didn't quite get the family room done. We're really close, but we just pooped out. I still haven't done the games. Bob was laughing at me because I've probably spent an entire hour going up to it, looking at it, and walking away. I'll probably just dust most the games off, re-organize

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I just need to whine. I hate doing the family room. Every time I go to the game cupboard I stare at it, move a few games around, then walk away. I don't like to play board games. To me, they're bored games. Yet, we have lot of good games and Thomas likes to play. I asked Bob if he would look them over. Every one of them I'd keep except for his Risk game. I did sneak out the Hungry, Hungry

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