If kind produces kind, what are you producing?
When I look at my children, I see myself and their dad in so many ways. Good and bad. It helps me to examine myself and to fine tune things in my character that I may find unattractive or unlike-able.
We often laugh when we see personality quirks or characteristics in our children that remind us of ourselves. Sometimes the resemblance is not so funny!
Some things are in their genes without even being exposed to the grandparent they mimic.
We secretly refer to our oldest daughter as "Lois", when she gets bossy or as we say, "biddy". Lois is her paternal grandmother, who she has seen about 4 times in her 15 years. She can't help it. Her genetic makeup is set.
Our youngest daughter pulls "Mary" stunts all the time. The boys have strong "Maxi" tendencies. Maxi has been dead for 10+ years! It's inevitable that our children will carry traits that we have handed them.
Additionally, we teach them with our actions. We can gently guide and formulate unfavorable characteristics to be less glaring. We can teach them how to overcome obstacles we faced during our upbringing.
We also lead by example. If I am kind, I will produce kind children, if I love, my children will love, if I am a hard worker, I believe my children will be hard workers.
Consequently, if I gossip, my children will gossip, if I am bitter, my children will be bitter, and if I don't love others, neither will they.
You get the picture.
It's not rocket science. It's not profound wisdom. But it's true. And when I look at others, I wonder if they realize what they are are producing. When children are heard tearing others apart, you know that's what they hear at home. When children are catty and cruel, it shines a revealing light on where they come from.
Kind produces kind in many environments. It's not limited to family. School, work, church....wherever you are, look around. Take inventory of the kind that is being produced. Is it what you want for your future? Are the people you rub shoulders with the types you want your children looking up to and using as role models?
What is a role model anyway? Isn't it someone you admire and trust? One who exemplifies virtue, honor, and integrity? One who displays the fruit of the spirit which is love, patience, long suffering, kindness, peace, goodness, self-control, joy, and gentleness?
(Galatians 5:22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness and self-control.)
When I think of a role model, or someone I would want to be producing likenesses of, this is what I imagine. I don't demand perfection, we are human and make mistakes. But I do believe we should be at least striving to meet these criteria. I know I fail every day at being the wife, mom, teacher, and friend that I want to be. But I am striving and I won't stop.
I pray we all grasp this thought; and that self-centered-ness and lack of concern for the kind we are producing doesn't cause our fruits to be poorly propagated and to whither and die on the vine.
~Lord, let my life be a living testimony and example of what You want. I am not asking to be great, I am not striving to blow minds with deep thoughts or scholarly expoundings. I simply want your light to shine through me. I want to produce kind in your image. Amen~
Our mission is to help parents and teachers to prepare our little arrows to approach life with bravery and courage; to love learning and God's Word, and to be given the tools to grow and develop into strong individuals, in body, soul, and spirit.
1.16.2013
Seaweed Snacks *Cough Cough*
I have no clue what possessed me to do it. Perhaps it was the whirlwind run to the store for toilet paper with 20 mins to spare before school teacher arrived...or perhaps it was my monthly hormone surge in action...or my undying love for sushi and wasabi tastes...or the fact it was on sale for $.98...or simply a combination of the above but for some odd and ridiculous reason, I thought maybe I would enjoy said post title. Not.so.
I ripped the package open with great hopes....when I saw the homemade green cellophane lying there in little squares and realized I'd paid nearly $1.00 for this box of air my heart sank. It must be tasty though! So I gingerly picked one out of the package, careful not to pinch it's delicate corner too harshly. Perhaps it's sort of like pop rocks or chicherones? You know, airy and flakey with a spicy wasabi kick? I popped it into my mouth trustingly.
The taste that flooded my mouth with just a mere smidge of this-whatever you call it-nearly flipped my insides outside. I am not exaggerating! I frantically reached for my coke zero that I hadn't opened yet. As I madly unscrewed the cap it commenced to baptize me and my console with its contents due to our lively jaunt from store to car moments prior. I didn't care-I poured the soda into my mouth with it still spewing foam everywhere.
What.was.I.thinking? I still don't know. But I know one thing and that is I may be a bean sprout eatin hippy girl at times but the seaweed snack effort was over the top.
Luckily, I had also grabbed a sea salt and chocolate KIND bar which saved my seered taste buds and writhing stomach from further distraught.
Thank.the.lord.
I ripped the package open with great hopes....when I saw the homemade green cellophane lying there in little squares and realized I'd paid nearly $1.00 for this box of air my heart sank. It must be tasty though! So I gingerly picked one out of the package, careful not to pinch it's delicate corner too harshly. Perhaps it's sort of like pop rocks or chicherones? You know, airy and flakey with a spicy wasabi kick? I popped it into my mouth trustingly.
The taste that flooded my mouth with just a mere smidge of this-whatever you call it-nearly flipped my insides outside. I am not exaggerating! I frantically reached for my coke zero that I hadn't opened yet. As I madly unscrewed the cap it commenced to baptize me and my console with its contents due to our lively jaunt from store to car moments prior. I didn't care-I poured the soda into my mouth with it still spewing foam everywhere.
What.was.I.thinking? I still don't know. But I know one thing and that is I may be a bean sprout eatin hippy girl at times but the seaweed snack effort was over the top.
Luckily, I had also grabbed a sea salt and chocolate KIND bar which saved my seered taste buds and writhing stomach from further distraught.
Thank.the.lord.
1.15.2013
Parenting
Where are my manuals? I should have four big, fat, thick ones somewhere around here but they are nowhere to be found.
Yesterday was a doozie of a day. It was Monday-automatic 20 pts off there of course. Then my plan to change up
our routine was received with ball and chain like rebellion. Lazybones did not want to get out of bed due to sore muscles from a weekend of boyish activities. When he finally did wake up, he found the littles had drank all the milk so he had none and that tipped him even further off the kind and courteous chart. After a spat with his siblings, and a meltdown from said siblings, and a meltdown from mom, then prayer together, we pieced our day back as best we could and made some progress.
It was fabulous example of a true Monday. Daddy was working out of town so he was able to escape the mayhem. And the massive pile of clean laundry in my room waiting to be folded and put away. (((Sigh))) No it never ends.
I truly needed God's help yesterday and I'm so glad He helped us get through!
I need His wisdom everyday! In fact I need it again today. When those you count on as friends seem to turn away-I'm thankful that He never turns away. I have so many friends I can trust, but I am grateful I have Him I know I can trust any day or any hour.
I am very sensitive when it comes to my children and their being accepted and loved. We've always had people in our lives who make them feel that way.
When we evangelized, we were spoiled rotten. Seriously. People gave endlessly to our children. We settled in Sacramento when our oldest daughter was 4. We had so many wonderful friends there. It was amazing. So many lifelong friendships were established during that time! I can never never put into words how amazing our friends became during the 5 years we were there. Most of them are faithful and true to this very day-although miles have come between us, there is no question of the depth of our connections there.
I miss it terribly. I fact, tears stream down my face right now I miss it so badly. (Btw I lost all my phone contacts so if you're reading this do text me so I can have your number again-I have Holly and Misha but that's about it)
When we pastored a church, we were the givers, we were the ones making sure everyone felt welcome, we were the ones hosting parties and events, putting Sunday school together to minister to every child we could possibly touch. Our kids learned to be givers. They learned to minister. They learned long suffering, they learned kindness, they learned what it's like to do without. They learned what it's like to have a mama sitting at social services asking for help. They learned what it's like to have nothing in the cupboards until a few random bags were anonymously placed on our front porch. They learned to appreciate canned corn and canned beans. They learned what loneliness is. They learned how to reach out beyond themselves and draw others in. Most of all, they learned to trust God.
Now we are in a new place. A new place with new friends, new experiences, and new challenges. I truly need help with these new changes. I am believing the lessons learned here will be just as valuable as the ones from the past.
As my friends, I implore you to pray for me. :)
Yesterday was a doozie of a day. It was Monday-automatic 20 pts off there of course. Then my plan to change up
our routine was received with ball and chain like rebellion. Lazybones did not want to get out of bed due to sore muscles from a weekend of boyish activities. When he finally did wake up, he found the littles had drank all the milk so he had none and that tipped him even further off the kind and courteous chart. After a spat with his siblings, and a meltdown from said siblings, and a meltdown from mom, then prayer together, we pieced our day back as best we could and made some progress.
It was fabulous example of a true Monday. Daddy was working out of town so he was able to escape the mayhem. And the massive pile of clean laundry in my room waiting to be folded and put away. (((Sigh))) No it never ends.
I truly needed God's help yesterday and I'm so glad He helped us get through!
I need His wisdom everyday! In fact I need it again today. When those you count on as friends seem to turn away-I'm thankful that He never turns away. I have so many friends I can trust, but I am grateful I have Him I know I can trust any day or any hour.
I am very sensitive when it comes to my children and their being accepted and loved. We've always had people in our lives who make them feel that way.
When we evangelized, we were spoiled rotten. Seriously. People gave endlessly to our children. We settled in Sacramento when our oldest daughter was 4. We had so many wonderful friends there. It was amazing. So many lifelong friendships were established during that time! I can never never put into words how amazing our friends became during the 5 years we were there. Most of them are faithful and true to this very day-although miles have come between us, there is no question of the depth of our connections there.
I miss it terribly. I fact, tears stream down my face right now I miss it so badly. (Btw I lost all my phone contacts so if you're reading this do text me so I can have your number again-I have Holly and Misha but that's about it)
When we pastored a church, we were the givers, we were the ones making sure everyone felt welcome, we were the ones hosting parties and events, putting Sunday school together to minister to every child we could possibly touch. Our kids learned to be givers. They learned to minister. They learned long suffering, they learned kindness, they learned what it's like to do without. They learned what it's like to have a mama sitting at social services asking for help. They learned what it's like to have nothing in the cupboards until a few random bags were anonymously placed on our front porch. They learned to appreciate canned corn and canned beans. They learned what loneliness is. They learned how to reach out beyond themselves and draw others in. Most of all, they learned to trust God.
Now we are in a new place. A new place with new friends, new experiences, and new challenges. I truly need help with these new changes. I am believing the lessons learned here will be just as valuable as the ones from the past.
As my friends, I implore you to pray for me. :)
1.13.2013
Self-Control & Social Media Update
Ok I just did one of the hardest things I've ever done. Hah. Seriously I am teaching this body some rules. I had 27 calories left of my 1200 daily allotment; it wasn't that I wanted something "bad", it's just that I didn't really want anything "good" ya know? So I contemplated my dilemma.
I settled...I settled for 1/2 of a cucumber with salt and pepper. As I sliced it up, I remembered a little tub of cream cheese in the fridge and I had a sneaky thought of how good it would taste with my cucumber...no one would know! Surely it wouldn't count up to be much more than 27?!?!
Well, lucky for my hips but not so much for my lips, when I opened the cream cheese it was moldy. So I settled for the cucumber sans cream cheese and a glass of water. #hmph.
I can see where if I don't plan to save some calories for evening time I will struggle.
On another note, I'm looking forward till tomorrow. We are beginning a new schedule routine that includes piano and a new bible study. I'm excited because its taken awhile to acclimate to the new school we are with and I have failed to force extra curricular activities. I am looking forward to making progress with things I feel are more important than academia.
Thirdly, many of you may be missing me on Facebook and Instagram. Please don't fear! I am fine! Without seeming rude and heartless, I really really REALLY needed some space to sort some things out in my life. I also needed to spend some time with my family that I felt social media was robbing me from. Don't get me wrong, social media has its place and I'm not opposed to it in the least. I'm positive I will be back shortly. I just really wanted to simplify my life in a way that I could prioritize some things, set up a better schedule for my kids, and allow for some down time for myself but not to the extent I feel compelled to check it 30 times a day-especially immediately upon awaking! It's totally personal. I have little self control. And I really wanted to prove to myself that I could live without it and then I will weave it back in as I see fit. Won't be long!
I have a little brainstorm brewing too. It's been off and on for a few years now. And....I don't want to take on more than I can chew but I really want to pursue self sufficiency. So stay tuned for this new development!
Tata for now!
I settled...I settled for 1/2 of a cucumber with salt and pepper. As I sliced it up, I remembered a little tub of cream cheese in the fridge and I had a sneaky thought of how good it would taste with my cucumber...no one would know! Surely it wouldn't count up to be much more than 27?!?!
Well, lucky for my hips but not so much for my lips, when I opened the cream cheese it was moldy. So I settled for the cucumber sans cream cheese and a glass of water. #hmph.
I can see where if I don't plan to save some calories for evening time I will struggle.
On another note, I'm looking forward till tomorrow. We are beginning a new schedule routine that includes piano and a new bible study. I'm excited because its taken awhile to acclimate to the new school we are with and I have failed to force extra curricular activities. I am looking forward to making progress with things I feel are more important than academia.
Thirdly, many of you may be missing me on Facebook and Instagram. Please don't fear! I am fine! Without seeming rude and heartless, I really really REALLY needed some space to sort some things out in my life. I also needed to spend some time with my family that I felt social media was robbing me from. Don't get me wrong, social media has its place and I'm not opposed to it in the least. I'm positive I will be back shortly. I just really wanted to simplify my life in a way that I could prioritize some things, set up a better schedule for my kids, and allow for some down time for myself but not to the extent I feel compelled to check it 30 times a day-especially immediately upon awaking! It's totally personal. I have little self control. And I really wanted to prove to myself that I could live without it and then I will weave it back in as I see fit. Won't be long!
I have a little brainstorm brewing too. It's been off and on for a few years now. And....I don't want to take on more than I can chew but I really want to pursue self sufficiency. So stay tuned for this new development!
Tata for now!
Gluten Free/Low Carb Pizza
Wow. My first attempt at something grain and sugar free worked!!!! My only change would be less salt. My bad because I used feta cheese which is naturally salty. I'm really happy because I've never done anything like this before.
Here is the original recipe I was using:
http://mariahealth.blogspot.com/2011/04/pizza-crust-and-facts-on-healthy-choice.html?m=1
I did not have Parmesan cheese so that's why I used feta. I also added too much water and needed some more "grit" so I added 2 tsp of flax meal. It's really good!
I topped it with sugar free tomato sauce, uncured salami, natural Canadian bacon, a little natural sausage (no MSG or nitrates) mozzarella, green onions, mushrooms, and red peppers. Excellente!
Here is the original recipe I was using:
http://mariahealth.blogspot.com/2011/04/pizza-crust-and-facts-on-healthy-choice.html?m=1
I did not have Parmesan cheese so that's why I used feta. I also added too much water and needed some more "grit" so I added 2 tsp of flax meal. It's really good!
I topped it with sugar free tomato sauce, uncured salami, natural Canadian bacon, a little natural sausage (no MSG or nitrates) mozzarella, green onions, mushrooms, and red peppers. Excellente!
1.11.2013
A New Health Adventure
Hah! But of course! It's January! Don't we all embark upon a new health adventure in January some time or another? I honestly didn't intend to hit it for New Years or as a New Year's resolution BUT it is awfully difficult to manhandle the holiday season and put cheese ball, dip, chips, mexican wedding cake cookies, prime rib AND Yorkshire pudding in a headlock! So! New Year's it is!
I am on a mission to change the way we eat...I am doing it drastically for myself, and slowly but surely for my family. Sneaking little changes in here and there so they never really realize what alien came in and whisked their twinkie existence away.
I have a hypothesis that I am testing. I will expound on it more as (if) I see the results I want to see.
It's always been extremely difficult for me to lose weight. Especially after chemo. And especially since I don't love exercise. (Except running!) And especially since I like food.
Nothing I've ever done has resulted in more than a 4-5lb loss and then I give up. But this time I feel what I'm doing is working. The reason I feel it's working (even though I've yet to glance at a scale) is because I don't have any cravings for sugar. I bought my family their "weekly" treat of those irresistible puffy, frosting laden, divine, pink valentine, yummy cookie delicacies tonight and anyone who knows me knows I could polish off a dozen by myself at any given time. However, I wasn't even tempted tonight. Not one fleck of drool. I used to read the phrase, "Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels" and I'd roll my eyes and think, "Oh really? That's NOT what I said last time a umagi sauce dripping-rice filled-creamy crab-tempura fried shrimp-sushi roll was sliding down the hatch." But now I can *almost* relate. Not that I know what skinny feels like! (And certainly not now that I just brought up the sushi thing...*growl* says my inner fat girl)
Anyhow, I will say that it has to do with feeling satiated with fats. It is low carbing but not in a way you eat and eat till you explode with every sort of meat, bacon, eggs and cheese. (Although these are allowed if they are healthy/organic/free range) What we need here are good, healthy fats. Coconut oil and avocados are great sources of these good fats. The key here IMO, is rich, filling food. I will list some more later.
However, I am also counting calories. I am simply keeping track so I can document this experience accurately. Right now I am keeping my rich, fatty food intake to 1200 calories a day. This is not required but this is part of my experiment. I have an app called MyFitnessPal that is great for this.
The basis of my plan was birthed through the reading of a blog authored by Maria Emmerich. I follow her on Pinterest as well. She has several books-that I am pining for. Her premise is grain free/sugar free. I know. Sounds horrendous. Virtuously impossible. Especially for an italiana frenchie like myself. (think Macaroni Grill, Mazziano's, French macaroons, baguettes....I AM of French/Italian stock you know-at least 2%!) But like I said, I'm not having any cravings at all. That could change as soon as the clock strikes midnight of course I'm well aware. But when I read the ill effects the ingredients these products have, it really does make me want to stay far far away.
Anyhow, I'm posting a link below to a very interesting article Maria wrote about soy. I'm blown away and utterly disgusted that I consumed soy milk for so many years while trying to avoid dairy. I have since switched to almond milk. It took some adjusting but I'm completely fine with it now. My downfall is I like the 90 calorie one as opposed to the unsweetened 30. But I'm working with that and tweaking things so my taste buds can adjust. It takes time people! Have patience! These taste buds have been spoiled rotten and have got me into enough trouble. Time to be put under subjection!!!
I made a great smoothie that I'm drinking right now since my dinner of a green salad was so rudely interrupted by a son of mine breaking a favorite coffee mug and slicing his foot on said item thus rendering me the delegated "run to the store to buy butterfly bandages" one. (Another story for another day)
So here's the recipe of my healthy smoothie-it is not low cal but it is low carb and it is nice and fatty for sticking to ribs all night long.
Mocha Raspberry Smoothie
1 cup unsweetened vanilla almond milk
1 tbs organic virgin coconut oil
1 tbs chia seeds-chia is amazing! (Post forthcoming)
1 scoop unflavored whey protein (whey factors-I do unflavored because I am experimenting with sweeteners)
1 tbs unsweetened cocoa powder
1 cup raspberries
1 Truvia packet (I'm not a fan of Truvia although ds 1 uses it in coffee gladly)
Here is the link to the soy article:
http://mariahealth.blogspot.com/2012/05/strawberry-angel-food-cake.html?m=1
Cheers!
I am on a mission to change the way we eat...I am doing it drastically for myself, and slowly but surely for my family. Sneaking little changes in here and there so they never really realize what alien came in and whisked their twinkie existence away.
I have a hypothesis that I am testing. I will expound on it more as (if) I see the results I want to see.
It's always been extremely difficult for me to lose weight. Especially after chemo. And especially since I don't love exercise. (Except running!) And especially since I like food.
Nothing I've ever done has resulted in more than a 4-5lb loss and then I give up. But this time I feel what I'm doing is working. The reason I feel it's working (even though I've yet to glance at a scale) is because I don't have any cravings for sugar. I bought my family their "weekly" treat of those irresistible puffy, frosting laden, divine, pink valentine, yummy cookie delicacies tonight and anyone who knows me knows I could polish off a dozen by myself at any given time. However, I wasn't even tempted tonight. Not one fleck of drool. I used to read the phrase, "Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels" and I'd roll my eyes and think, "Oh really? That's NOT what I said last time a umagi sauce dripping-rice filled-creamy crab-tempura fried shrimp-sushi roll was sliding down the hatch." But now I can *almost* relate. Not that I know what skinny feels like! (And certainly not now that I just brought up the sushi thing...*growl* says my inner fat girl)
Anyhow, I will say that it has to do with feeling satiated with fats. It is low carbing but not in a way you eat and eat till you explode with every sort of meat, bacon, eggs and cheese. (Although these are allowed if they are healthy/organic/free range) What we need here are good, healthy fats. Coconut oil and avocados are great sources of these good fats. The key here IMO, is rich, filling food. I will list some more later.
However, I am also counting calories. I am simply keeping track so I can document this experience accurately. Right now I am keeping my rich, fatty food intake to 1200 calories a day. This is not required but this is part of my experiment. I have an app called MyFitnessPal that is great for this.
The basis of my plan was birthed through the reading of a blog authored by Maria Emmerich. I follow her on Pinterest as well. She has several books-that I am pining for. Her premise is grain free/sugar free. I know. Sounds horrendous. Virtuously impossible. Especially for an italiana frenchie like myself. (think Macaroni Grill, Mazziano's, French macaroons, baguettes....I AM of French/Italian stock you know-at least 2%!) But like I said, I'm not having any cravings at all. That could change as soon as the clock strikes midnight of course I'm well aware. But when I read the ill effects the ingredients these products have, it really does make me want to stay far far away.
Anyhow, I'm posting a link below to a very interesting article Maria wrote about soy. I'm blown away and utterly disgusted that I consumed soy milk for so many years while trying to avoid dairy. I have since switched to almond milk. It took some adjusting but I'm completely fine with it now. My downfall is I like the 90 calorie one as opposed to the unsweetened 30. But I'm working with that and tweaking things so my taste buds can adjust. It takes time people! Have patience! These taste buds have been spoiled rotten and have got me into enough trouble. Time to be put under subjection!!!
I made a great smoothie that I'm drinking right now since my dinner of a green salad was so rudely interrupted by a son of mine breaking a favorite coffee mug and slicing his foot on said item thus rendering me the delegated "run to the store to buy butterfly bandages" one. (Another story for another day)
So here's the recipe of my healthy smoothie-it is not low cal but it is low carb and it is nice and fatty for sticking to ribs all night long.
Mocha Raspberry Smoothie
1 cup unsweetened vanilla almond milk
1 tbs organic virgin coconut oil
1 tbs chia seeds-chia is amazing! (Post forthcoming)
1 scoop unflavored whey protein (whey factors-I do unflavored because I am experimenting with sweeteners)
1 tbs unsweetened cocoa powder
1 cup raspberries
1 Truvia packet (I'm not a fan of Truvia although ds 1 uses it in coffee gladly)
Here is the link to the soy article:
http://mariahealth.blogspot.com/2012/05/strawberry-angel-food-cake.html?m=1
Cheers!
Homeschooling
Homeschooling is definitely not for everyone. I for one am not of the belief that everyone should or can teach their children at home.
Several aspects played into my decision to homeschool my children. Had there been quality and affordable schools when I began this journey I imagine we would have chosen that route. I did not grow up believing I would ever make this decision!
Nevertheless, here we are. 8 years in and not looking back! We have struggled, we have cried, we have searched ourselves, we have examined other options, we have laughed, we have loved, and we continue to do so as we ride this often bumpy wagon train of what we know and have come to love-schooling at home.
This year we have had some major changes in the dynamics of not only our school at home, but also our family life. Having daddy work full-time outside the home has presented challenges as well as blessings. (Yes) We have done some on site classes that have been a joy as well as a hassle at times. All in all, things are well on this homeschool front.
We still need some schedule tweaking. We still struggle with lazybones who don't get up in time to eat breakie with the fam.
Yet I consider our decision one that will be most rewarding in the end as we strive to make things work more efficiently each year we take on.
So here is a list of the pros and cons in my self proclaimed experienced view:
Cons:
1. Kids sense flexibility in a way that is difficult to corral.
2. Even though hubby desires routine, he often distracts and derails our flow. (Sad but true!)
3. Depending on curriculum choice/charter school vs independent-it can be difficult to adhere to a lesson plan and/or difficult to attain goals if there is no one to be accountable to.
4. Messy-house can seem always in disarray
5. Mom never gets a break-mentally or physically. Sometimes it seems someone is always asking something of her.
6. Kids philosophy: "There's always tomorrow!" They have difficulty meeting deadlines and achieving goals. This has been improved through charter teachers's input.
7. Social concerns must take forefront.
Pros:
1. Seeing firsthand the results of your efforts.
2. Being able to hug and kiss your child while he or she reads to you. (Priceless)
3. Knowing they are safe, well-fed and not dealing with bullying.
4. Flexibility if needed.
5. Individual attention-not struggling due to a blanket lesson plan for 30+ kids.
6. A sense of family closeness
7. Having time to teach bible and other character issues we find important.
8. Deep family discussions based on interest led learning as well as state required material.
These are just a tip of the iceberg that came to my mind today as I listened to my children discuss their respected history texts with one another.
Overall, I find homeschooling challenging yet rewarding beyond measure.
Several aspects played into my decision to homeschool my children. Had there been quality and affordable schools when I began this journey I imagine we would have chosen that route. I did not grow up believing I would ever make this decision!
Nevertheless, here we are. 8 years in and not looking back! We have struggled, we have cried, we have searched ourselves, we have examined other options, we have laughed, we have loved, and we continue to do so as we ride this often bumpy wagon train of what we know and have come to love-schooling at home.
This year we have had some major changes in the dynamics of not only our school at home, but also our family life. Having daddy work full-time outside the home has presented challenges as well as blessings. (Yes) We have done some on site classes that have been a joy as well as a hassle at times. All in all, things are well on this homeschool front.
We still need some schedule tweaking. We still struggle with lazybones who don't get up in time to eat breakie with the fam.
Yet I consider our decision one that will be most rewarding in the end as we strive to make things work more efficiently each year we take on.
So here is a list of the pros and cons in my self proclaimed experienced view:
Cons:
1. Kids sense flexibility in a way that is difficult to corral.
2. Even though hubby desires routine, he often distracts and derails our flow. (Sad but true!)
3. Depending on curriculum choice/charter school vs independent-it can be difficult to adhere to a lesson plan and/or difficult to attain goals if there is no one to be accountable to.
4. Messy-house can seem always in disarray
5. Mom never gets a break-mentally or physically. Sometimes it seems someone is always asking something of her.
6. Kids philosophy: "There's always tomorrow!" They have difficulty meeting deadlines and achieving goals. This has been improved through charter teachers's input.
7. Social concerns must take forefront.
Pros:
1. Seeing firsthand the results of your efforts.
2. Being able to hug and kiss your child while he or she reads to you. (Priceless)
3. Knowing they are safe, well-fed and not dealing with bullying.
4. Flexibility if needed.
5. Individual attention-not struggling due to a blanket lesson plan for 30+ kids.
6. A sense of family closeness
7. Having time to teach bible and other character issues we find important.
8. Deep family discussions based on interest led learning as well as state required material.
These are just a tip of the iceberg that came to my mind today as I listened to my children discuss their respected history texts with one another.
Overall, I find homeschooling challenging yet rewarding beyond measure.
1.03.2013
My old blog
I remembered I had another blog several years ago and although I tried to transfer most of it here, I found stuff there I haven't been able to transfer. I'm glad it's still out there in blog land. Maybe someday I'll have it printed. It's got a lot of really meaningful stuff. I feel kinda bad I don't post as much deep stuff here. I think my brain cell neuron things have been fired never to be replaced. Better look into using too much saran wrap in the microwave or other bpa laden things. Anyhow, here's the link so anyone who wants to snoop on my old life can do so. :)
http://karimorgan.typepad.com/my_incredible_journey/
I like this photo I found....
http://karimorgan.typepad.com/my_incredible_journey/
I like this photo I found....
12.26.2012
Blessings...
This song came on the radio today and really touched my heart. I really have no other words right now.
~We pray for blessings, we pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while you hear each spoken need
Yet love is way too much to give us lesser things
'Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if your healing comes through tears?
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know you're near?
What if trials of this life
Are your mercies in disguise?
We pray for wisdom, your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel you near
We doubt your goodness, we doubt your love
As if every promise from your Word is not enough
And all the while you hear each desperate plea
And long that we'd have faith to believe
'Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if your healing comes through tears?
And what if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You're near?
And what if trials of this life
Are your mercies in disguise?
When friends betray us, when darkness seems to win
We know that pain reminds this heart
That this is not, this is not our home
It's not our home
'Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if your healing comes through tears?
And what if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know you're near?
What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst
This world can't satisfy?
And what if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are your mercies in disguise?
~ Laura Story
~We pray for blessings, we pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while you hear each spoken need
Yet love is way too much to give us lesser things
'Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if your healing comes through tears?
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know you're near?
What if trials of this life
Are your mercies in disguise?
We pray for wisdom, your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel you near
We doubt your goodness, we doubt your love
As if every promise from your Word is not enough
And all the while you hear each desperate plea
And long that we'd have faith to believe
'Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if your healing comes through tears?
And what if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You're near?
And what if trials of this life
Are your mercies in disguise?
When friends betray us, when darkness seems to win
We know that pain reminds this heart
That this is not, this is not our home
It's not our home
'Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if your healing comes through tears?
And what if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know you're near?
What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst
This world can't satisfy?
And what if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are your mercies in disguise?
~ Laura Story
10.20.2012
Thankful
Of course it's that time of year...well almost anyway, when we all start expressing the many things we are thankful for. Thanksgiving is a wonderful time indeed; my very favorite holiday in fact, and a time we should focus on all that we have, although I strive to live my entire life in a state of thankfulness-not leashing my thankfulness to merely one season in the year. I love all that involves autumn, fall, thanksgiving, the change of season...all of it births warmth in my soul and for that I am grateful. I'm grateful to be alive to embrace such goodness. I know I'm getting a head start on the season-but that's ok, I can do that if I wish and so I shall.
Tonight I'm especially thankful. If you are a faithful reader or an old friend, then you know my story. I'm thankful for you, I'm thankful I have so many wonderful friends and loved ones who have supported me throughout my journey. I may have some new followers who aren't aware of my circumstances and may not understand why my heart is brimming with gratefulness on a random night like tonight. It just hit me all of the sudden. Emotions do that to me now and then.
The past few weeks have been difficult. They've been awfully heavy. I've dealt with disappointments, fears, worry, unimaginable financial struggle,
anxiety, and more. I could easily say I have been ready to give up on certain things in my life. But I've pushed through and while the storms are not over, I can feel peace in it all and I know it will be alright.
In the midst of my dark and troubled thoughts, I always grasp on to the light of knowing my children are healthy and happy. Tonight it hit me stronger than ever....as I laid down with my precious miracle child. The child who tries every ounce of my patience, yet I love her with every fiber of my being. She was the one I was told to abort. Or I would be dead in 5 years. That was a little over 8 years ago. I'm still here.
I was asked, Why do you need another child when you need to care for the 3 you already have?" Those words were like daggers in my heart. My innocent, unborn child. She was placed in my womb through no thought or action of her own. How could I, a lowly human make the decision to take her life away? She was not aware-nor was I-that not only was she placed in my body, but that an unwelcome guest known for instigating relentless fear and terror was also taking residence in my once strong, vibrant, and healthy body.
That terrible disease we all dread. The big C. It's black and ugly and no one wants it near.
"My dear, congratulations, you are pregnant! Oh yes, and, you have cancer. I'm sorry, you will have to abort your baby I'm afraid." Shock. Unbelief. Terror. Denial. These things I faced head on. And conquered them I might add.
So I was pregnant. And I had breast cancer. Lovely combo. But I was determined to fight and win the battle. No time to waste. I did as much research as I possibly could in the 3 days between my diagnosis and my surgery. Not much time at all. I wish now that I'd been able to do a few things differently but no use crying over spilt milk. I'm here and that's all that matters.
I was pushed into chemotherapy. I didn't know very much about alternative therapy. I had been a nursing major so I knew a little about what I would be facing but not nearly enough.
I had a wonderful network of friends and family who carried me through this dark time.
I delivered a beautiful healthy baby girl 6 months after my diagnosis. I went on and had chemo. She went with me to every appointment. I remember the nurses at the hospital would cry when we came. They said they just could not believe my strength. I'm not too sure what the alternative would be. Perhaps throw a fit? (I'm sure I did plenty of that when no one was looking)
I was very sad I could not nurse my baby. I tried on the "good" side. But my milk never came in. I'd nursed my other babies before her and felt robbed of that special bond with her. But she thrived regardless.
She is amazing. She had one developmental evaluation and passed with flying colors so we never went back.
Tonight, while I lay with her, as I always do, this overwhelming gratefulness flooded my soul. Like I said, I do try to live with a thankful heart, but sometimes life seems to pass by in a rush, and these deep feelings are not expressed. As I stroked her soft cheek, smelled her sweet head, and ran my finger down her profile as I always do with my babes, (I love to feel the shape of their noses-it's just such a miracle to me) my eyes welled up with tears and overflowed, my heart swelled up with emotion, and I wept. I wept in thankfulness.
I could have better clothes, I could have nicer furniture, (baby girl still sleeps on a blow up mattress) we could be able to travel and buy nice things, but none of that matters really, in the whole scheme of things. Of course, I do the proper things people do when they are struggling financially, visualize the poor, starving little Ethiopian children who would be grateful for a crust of bread, whilst my spoiled American kid's turn their noses at my lovingly prepared meals. I explain and purposely admonish them and myself, of the blessings we do have when compared to third world countries. We are indeed blessed. But tonight, that thankfulness runs just a bit deeper. I never want to take what I've been given for granted.
If I've learned anything through all of this, is compassion. I've learned that no one is immune to struggle, pain, and hardship. When I thought my life was perfect, I was presented with circumstances completely out of my control and was given a chance to fight. And fight I did. And fight I do and will continue to do.
I am thankful for the strength I have felt through my faith. My faith has kept me. It has given me peace in the midst of a storm. I can't thank my Maker enough for allowing me to walk through this valley. While I would wish this journey on no one, and would not have chose this myself, I know it has made me a better person, and one who can now reach to others and lift them up when facing uncertainty. I am thankful.
Tonight I'm especially thankful. If you are a faithful reader or an old friend, then you know my story. I'm thankful for you, I'm thankful I have so many wonderful friends and loved ones who have supported me throughout my journey. I may have some new followers who aren't aware of my circumstances and may not understand why my heart is brimming with gratefulness on a random night like tonight. It just hit me all of the sudden. Emotions do that to me now and then.
The past few weeks have been difficult. They've been awfully heavy. I've dealt with disappointments, fears, worry, unimaginable financial struggle,
anxiety, and more. I could easily say I have been ready to give up on certain things in my life. But I've pushed through and while the storms are not over, I can feel peace in it all and I know it will be alright.
In the midst of my dark and troubled thoughts, I always grasp on to the light of knowing my children are healthy and happy. Tonight it hit me stronger than ever....as I laid down with my precious miracle child. The child who tries every ounce of my patience, yet I love her with every fiber of my being. She was the one I was told to abort. Or I would be dead in 5 years. That was a little over 8 years ago. I'm still here.
I was asked, Why do you need another child when you need to care for the 3 you already have?" Those words were like daggers in my heart. My innocent, unborn child. She was placed in my womb through no thought or action of her own. How could I, a lowly human make the decision to take her life away? She was not aware-nor was I-that not only was she placed in my body, but that an unwelcome guest known for instigating relentless fear and terror was also taking residence in my once strong, vibrant, and healthy body.
That terrible disease we all dread. The big C. It's black and ugly and no one wants it near.
"My dear, congratulations, you are pregnant! Oh yes, and, you have cancer. I'm sorry, you will have to abort your baby I'm afraid." Shock. Unbelief. Terror. Denial. These things I faced head on. And conquered them I might add.
So I was pregnant. And I had breast cancer. Lovely combo. But I was determined to fight and win the battle. No time to waste. I did as much research as I possibly could in the 3 days between my diagnosis and my surgery. Not much time at all. I wish now that I'd been able to do a few things differently but no use crying over spilt milk. I'm here and that's all that matters.
I was pushed into chemotherapy. I didn't know very much about alternative therapy. I had been a nursing major so I knew a little about what I would be facing but not nearly enough.
I had a wonderful network of friends and family who carried me through this dark time.
I delivered a beautiful healthy baby girl 6 months after my diagnosis. I went on and had chemo. She went with me to every appointment. I remember the nurses at the hospital would cry when we came. They said they just could not believe my strength. I'm not too sure what the alternative would be. Perhaps throw a fit? (I'm sure I did plenty of that when no one was looking)
I was very sad I could not nurse my baby. I tried on the "good" side. But my milk never came in. I'd nursed my other babies before her and felt robbed of that special bond with her. But she thrived regardless.
She is amazing. She had one developmental evaluation and passed with flying colors so we never went back.
Tonight, while I lay with her, as I always do, this overwhelming gratefulness flooded my soul. Like I said, I do try to live with a thankful heart, but sometimes life seems to pass by in a rush, and these deep feelings are not expressed. As I stroked her soft cheek, smelled her sweet head, and ran my finger down her profile as I always do with my babes, (I love to feel the shape of their noses-it's just such a miracle to me) my eyes welled up with tears and overflowed, my heart swelled up with emotion, and I wept. I wept in thankfulness.
I could have better clothes, I could have nicer furniture, (baby girl still sleeps on a blow up mattress) we could be able to travel and buy nice things, but none of that matters really, in the whole scheme of things. Of course, I do the proper things people do when they are struggling financially, visualize the poor, starving little Ethiopian children who would be grateful for a crust of bread, whilst my spoiled American kid's turn their noses at my lovingly prepared meals. I explain and purposely admonish them and myself, of the blessings we do have when compared to third world countries. We are indeed blessed. But tonight, that thankfulness runs just a bit deeper. I never want to take what I've been given for granted.
If I've learned anything through all of this, is compassion. I've learned that no one is immune to struggle, pain, and hardship. When I thought my life was perfect, I was presented with circumstances completely out of my control and was given a chance to fight. And fight I did. And fight I do and will continue to do.
I am thankful for the strength I have felt through my faith. My faith has kept me. It has given me peace in the midst of a storm. I can't thank my Maker enough for allowing me to walk through this valley. While I would wish this journey on no one, and would not have chose this myself, I know it has made me a better person, and one who can now reach to others and lift them up when facing uncertainty. I am thankful.
9.12.2012
Soup is On! Chicken Tortilla Scrumdillyishioushness
Seriously, when I make this soup, I actually contemplate jumping in the pot myself to just drown in its deliciousness. However, I draw the line at drooling instead.
It's by far one of our family favorites and doesn't last long!
Chicken Tortilla Soup
One whole chicken-no guts
1 whole onion chopped
2 tablespoons ground cumin
4 cloves garlic minced
sea salt
wash chicken and put in large pot with onion, garlic, cumin, and sprinkle with sea salt. ( I don't measure so just do as much as you think you'd like.)
fill pot with water. Bring to boil then simmer for 2 hours
take chicken out and debone it but leave broth in pot.
Add to pot:
1 28 oz can of crushed tomatoes
1 can corn
1 can white hominy
1 can black beans
1 bunch cilantro chopped
1 bunch green onion chopped
2 jalepeno peppers chopped
add chicken meat back in and bring to boil then simmer 5 minutes.
Serve in bowls with thicker tortilla chips like mission brand
garnish with shredded cheese and more cilantro and sour cream.
Mmmmmm...oh salt more to taste if necessary.
It's by far one of our family favorites and doesn't last long!
Chicken Tortilla Soup
One whole chicken-no guts
1 whole onion chopped
2 tablespoons ground cumin
4 cloves garlic minced
sea salt
wash chicken and put in large pot with onion, garlic, cumin, and sprinkle with sea salt. ( I don't measure so just do as much as you think you'd like.)
fill pot with water. Bring to boil then simmer for 2 hours
take chicken out and debone it but leave broth in pot.
Add to pot:
1 28 oz can of crushed tomatoes
1 can corn
1 can white hominy
1 can black beans
1 bunch cilantro chopped
1 bunch green onion chopped
2 jalepeno peppers chopped
add chicken meat back in and bring to boil then simmer 5 minutes.
Serve in bowls with thicker tortilla chips like mission brand
garnish with shredded cheese and more cilantro and sour cream.
Mmmmmm...oh salt more to taste if necessary.
Good Bye Diet~Hello Gingerbread...Waffles
The words "Fall", "Autumn", "Winter", "Christmas", "Holiday", "Special", "Family" and I could go on, absolutely cannot exist without this one word. One measly little word. I bet you cant guess what it is! Well....it's "Gingerbread". The very sound makes one's mouth water. (does it not? You know you just salivated with gluttony! Hah! Gotcha!) Seriously though, if I was told I could never have gingerbread again, I may as well keel over and die.
Gingerbread has an interesting history. It's name originates from the term "gingered bread". During the Middle Ages, when food was scarce, mothers would take old, yucky, stale bread and treat it with sugar and ginger, to make it palatable for their hungry children. Can you imagine? Thus, "gingerbread" was invented.
Gingerbread is a classic holiday tradition, and one that I (obviously) render mandatory in all aspects of celebratory events.
To take this love to another level, another delicacy has been married to this classic flavor. Waffles. Gingerbread. Gingerbread Waffles. Yes. Yes indeed. Hurry up holiday season! (although sometimes we deem an ordinary evening a holiday as we indulge in this family favorite-for dinner, yes indeed)
So here is the recipe. And this one is a very old classic.
Gingerbread Waffles
First, slice bananas into a bowl of whipped cream to spoon over waffles....mmmmm....mouth is watering right now...
Ok...
1/4 cup butter (real not margarine!)
1/2 cup brown sugar firmly packed
1/2 cup light molasses
2 eggs separated
1 cup milk
2 cups sifted all purpose flour
1 1/12 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. cinnamon
1 tsp. ginger
1/4 tsp. allspice
3/4 tsp. salt
Cream butter and brown sugar until light and fluffy; beat in molasses, egg yolks and milk.
Sift together flour, baking powder, cinnamon, ginger, allspice, and salt.
Beat egg whites until they form soft peaks.
Stir dry ingredients into mixture just enough to moisten all ingredients.
Fold in egg whites
Bake in waffle iron till lightly browned. (my preference is to NOT use the Belgian waffle style iron, but that is personal)
Now...you cannot forget the next part. You must use REAL maple syrup, sliced bananas, and whipped cream to top these off adequately. You must! If you don't, you're no friend of mine! ;)
Gingerbread has an interesting history. It's name originates from the term "gingered bread". During the Middle Ages, when food was scarce, mothers would take old, yucky, stale bread and treat it with sugar and ginger, to make it palatable for their hungry children. Can you imagine? Thus, "gingerbread" was invented.
Gingerbread is a classic holiday tradition, and one that I (obviously) render mandatory in all aspects of celebratory events.
To take this love to another level, another delicacy has been married to this classic flavor. Waffles. Gingerbread. Gingerbread Waffles. Yes. Yes indeed. Hurry up holiday season! (although sometimes we deem an ordinary evening a holiday as we indulge in this family favorite-for dinner, yes indeed)
So here is the recipe. And this one is a very old classic.
Gingerbread Waffles
First, slice bananas into a bowl of whipped cream to spoon over waffles....mmmmm....mouth is watering right now...
Ok...
1/4 cup butter (real not margarine!)
1/2 cup brown sugar firmly packed
1/2 cup light molasses
2 eggs separated
1 cup milk
2 cups sifted all purpose flour
1 1/12 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. cinnamon
1 tsp. ginger
1/4 tsp. allspice
3/4 tsp. salt
Cream butter and brown sugar until light and fluffy; beat in molasses, egg yolks and milk.
Sift together flour, baking powder, cinnamon, ginger, allspice, and salt.
Beat egg whites until they form soft peaks.
Stir dry ingredients into mixture just enough to moisten all ingredients.
Fold in egg whites
Bake in waffle iron till lightly browned. (my preference is to NOT use the Belgian waffle style iron, but that is personal)
Now...you cannot forget the next part. You must use REAL maple syrup, sliced bananas, and whipped cream to top these off adequately. You must! If you don't, you're no friend of mine! ;)
More Autumn Love~Jalapeño-Ginger-Butternut Squash Soup
Is that rain I hear? Ahhhhh...is that a fall breeze rustling the trees? No? Nope it's only the sprinkler beating the side of my house and the trees are bending heavily as they droop pathetically in the melting heat. 95 degrees today to be precise. But that won't keep me from planning and scheming for the days that are soon to come~regardless of the seemingly ending Indian summer. So, in the midst of my sweat, I submit to you my faithful readers, (all 2 of you) yet another mouth watering and utterly divine autumn recipe. This one is tried and true. It's from Sunset so how can it be bad? Do try it!
Jalapeño-Ginger Butternut Squash Soup
From Sunset
This smooth-and-spicy butternut squash soup becomes a quick weeknight dinner when you use packages of peeled and cut squash, sold in the produce aisle of most grocery stores.
Yield:
Makes 6 to 8 servings
Ingredients:
2 tablespoons olive oil
6 cloves garlic, chopped
2 tablespoons grated ginger
1 jalapeño chile, seeded and chopped
1 tablespoon salt
1/4 teaspoon cayenne
4 pounds butternut squash, peeled and cut into 2-in. cubes
3 cups chicken broth
1 tablespoon light brown sugar
3 tablespoons heavy whipping cream
Crème fraîche (optional)
Preparation:
1. Heat olive oil in a 4- to 5-qt. pot over high heat. Add garlic, ginger, jalapeño, and salt. Cook, stirring constantly, until fragrant but not yet browned, 1 to 2 minutes. Add cayenne and cook, stirring, for 30 seconds. Add squash, broth, brown sugar, and 3 cups water. Bring to a boil, lower heat to a simmer, and cook, stirring occasionally, until squash is tender, about 20 minutes.
2. In a blender, purée the soup in batches until smooth, then pour back into the pot. Stir in cream and adjust seasonings to taste. Serve hot, with a swirl of crème fraîche if you like.
Jalapeño-Ginger Butternut Squash Soup
From Sunset
This smooth-and-spicy butternut squash soup becomes a quick weeknight dinner when you use packages of peeled and cut squash, sold in the produce aisle of most grocery stores.
Yield:
Makes 6 to 8 servings
Ingredients:
2 tablespoons olive oil
6 cloves garlic, chopped
2 tablespoons grated ginger
1 jalapeño chile, seeded and chopped
1 tablespoon salt
1/4 teaspoon cayenne
4 pounds butternut squash, peeled and cut into 2-in. cubes
3 cups chicken broth
1 tablespoon light brown sugar
3 tablespoons heavy whipping cream
Crème fraîche (optional)
Preparation:
1. Heat olive oil in a 4- to 5-qt. pot over high heat. Add garlic, ginger, jalapeño, and salt. Cook, stirring constantly, until fragrant but not yet browned, 1 to 2 minutes. Add cayenne and cook, stirring, for 30 seconds. Add squash, broth, brown sugar, and 3 cups water. Bring to a boil, lower heat to a simmer, and cook, stirring occasionally, until squash is tender, about 20 minutes.
2. In a blender, purée the soup in batches until smooth, then pour back into the pot. Stir in cream and adjust seasonings to taste. Serve hot, with a swirl of crème fraîche if you like.
9.10.2012
It's that time of year, when Pumpkin Soup Dreams abound...
Ahhhhh my favorite time of year is almost here...it's the time if year when as I drive past trees I'm peering at their branches hoping for a glimpse of color change...I sniff the morning breeze hoping it indicates rainfall...and dream of lovely scarves, leg warmers, apple cider, and....of course, pumpkin soup!
Pumpkin Soup is a family favorite in our home-and this recipe is absolutely to die for. So give it a try-eat some and freeze some for later! Most of all...enjoy the season and cherish every moment.
Pumpkin Soup
1/4 lb sliced mushrooms
1/4 cup chopped onion
2 tbs. unsalted butter
2 tbs. flour
1 tbs. curry powder
3 cups chicken broth
1lb can of pumplkin puree (plain not spiced)
1 tbs. honey
1 pinch freshly grated nutmeg
salt and freshly ground black pepper
1 cup whipping cream
2 tbs. chopped green onions
In a large heavy saucepan, cook mushrooms and onion in the butter, stirring over moderate heat, for 3 minutes. The onion should be soft, bot brown.
Add the flour and curry powder. Cook over low heat for 5 minutes stirring constantly.
Remove pan from heat, add chicken broth while wisking. (whew!)
Stir in the pumpkin, honey, nutmeg and salt and pepper to taste.
Simmer soup, stirring occasionally for 15 minutes.
Add whipping cream and heat until soup is hot not boiling.
Add green onions for garnish.
*sluurrrrrpppp*
8.24.2012
Aloha to Summer
Well summer is finally coming to an end. Thank the good Lord for that miraculous news. The increasingly warm temperatures are certainly not my cup of tea!
I don't usually despise summer as much as I do now; however, the past 2 summers back to back have been filled with nothing but stress and heartache for this little red hen. We have moved BOTH summers in the raging heat. And this time there was no pool to ward off the stickies. I'm not one to usually complain but wowzers....I am certainly thankful to be settled and getting back into a somewhat normal routine.
Routine has been something that seems to have eluded me for a very long time. Years in fact. Just when a routine begins to form, something always succeeds in derailing my plan and chaos inevitably dominates. Pathetic. (confessions of a 7 year veteran homeschool mom)
This year, a lot of changes have been made and I'm hoping and believing they are for the better.
The kids are now enrolled in a charter school that provides site based enrichment classes as well as math classes for the older two.
This is something they have been asking to do for quite some time. They wanted more social interaction and we needed more structure than I was able to develop and maintain.
So, even though it definitely appears rigid, I truly believe it will propel us to greater accomplishments and more effective completion of goals.
A lot of people think just because we homeschool, we don't get up early. False! We have just as much school work to get done as anyone else plus farm/household chores so it's very important that we start our mornings out bright and early.
On Mondays, everyone is home-we lay out our weekly plan, and tackle it with gusto. We start with devotions at breakfast, and then begin our studies. Ava has phonics, and then she and Caeden work on their "Little House on the Prairie" nature study guide. This is something we've chosen to add to our core curriculum. We also have some reading/writing exercises we do in addition to our school mandated lessons.
Each child has a lesson plan written out by their teacher at school. This is also a new thing for us and something I am finding EVER so helpful. My biggest problem was writing lesson plans and STICKING to them. This eliminates that problem as I don't have a choice! LOL (more confessions)
On Tuesdays, all the kids have classes at the school! For example, my 9 year old, has Guitar at 8:30, Piano at 9:10, Robotics at 10:00, Art at 11:00, and Science at 1:30. Busy day! The other kids have similar schedules. It works out nicely for me; I am able to drop them off and then do much needed deep cleaning at home or weekly farm chores before heading back into town to pick my hunnies up. It really is nice for a mom like me who can't bear to send her loves off to school full time, but needs a breather and some space.
The only problem we have had so far is that the teacher doesn't really take into consideration that the kids are tied up all day with classes, and she still assigns lengthy homework assignments for that day. We are working through this glitch by doubling up on other days but if it poses a problem I will talk to her about it.
Tuesday nights are bible study nights at church so it's a very busy day and one that must be planned out carefully.
Wednesday everyone is home again except my Ellie Wren has Spanish lab in the afternoons.
On Thursdays, Chandler has Art and Math in the afternoons. He doesn't get out till 4:00, but his buddy goes to the school next door and they walk home together-usually stopping for a milk shake from the local hamburger walk up joint. It makes my heart glad to know my kids have "places to go and people to see". I was feeling really heavy hearted for a few days because I noticed my sons were not making friends as quickly as I would have liked. I observed Chandler eating lunch all alone while all the other boys were sitting at another table laughing and having a good time. My heart just nearly ripped from my chest. I know it's typical "new kid" stuff, but it's just so sad to watch. But I know it will get better in time.
On Fridays, Ellie goes to classes on campus all day. She also gets picked up from school by her teacher with another student (her friend) and they go to the library to discuss her work etc. Being a 9th grader, she can walk to Subway, Jamba, or Panda...she really likes that. Yesterday she said, " Fridays are my favorite, because I get to go places all day...then I get to go to youth...I think Fridays are really fun" It was so cute, I kept thinking about her saying that all day-and then today she said it again! It makes me happy to know she is happy.
The rest of us just work really hard on Friday finishing up the weeks assignments. Today was really stressful. Probably my fault because I decided to make cinnamon rolls for breakfast. Not only was it hectic and messy, our brains were in sugar/carb highs and no one wanted to focus! LOL but we made it through.
So there is our new school year schedule in a nutshell! I'm still working on squeezing in some more activities such as field trips and craft/cooking/science experiment activities. And a better chore schedule. :)
I don't usually despise summer as much as I do now; however, the past 2 summers back to back have been filled with nothing but stress and heartache for this little red hen. We have moved BOTH summers in the raging heat. And this time there was no pool to ward off the stickies. I'm not one to usually complain but wowzers....I am certainly thankful to be settled and getting back into a somewhat normal routine.
Routine has been something that seems to have eluded me for a very long time. Years in fact. Just when a routine begins to form, something always succeeds in derailing my plan and chaos inevitably dominates. Pathetic. (confessions of a 7 year veteran homeschool mom)
This year, a lot of changes have been made and I'm hoping and believing they are for the better.
The kids are now enrolled in a charter school that provides site based enrichment classes as well as math classes for the older two.
This is something they have been asking to do for quite some time. They wanted more social interaction and we needed more structure than I was able to develop and maintain.
So, even though it definitely appears rigid, I truly believe it will propel us to greater accomplishments and more effective completion of goals.
A lot of people think just because we homeschool, we don't get up early. False! We have just as much school work to get done as anyone else plus farm/household chores so it's very important that we start our mornings out bright and early.
On Mondays, everyone is home-we lay out our weekly plan, and tackle it with gusto. We start with devotions at breakfast, and then begin our studies. Ava has phonics, and then she and Caeden work on their "Little House on the Prairie" nature study guide. This is something we've chosen to add to our core curriculum. We also have some reading/writing exercises we do in addition to our school mandated lessons.
Each child has a lesson plan written out by their teacher at school. This is also a new thing for us and something I am finding EVER so helpful. My biggest problem was writing lesson plans and STICKING to them. This eliminates that problem as I don't have a choice! LOL (more confessions)
On Tuesdays, all the kids have classes at the school! For example, my 9 year old, has Guitar at 8:30, Piano at 9:10, Robotics at 10:00, Art at 11:00, and Science at 1:30. Busy day! The other kids have similar schedules. It works out nicely for me; I am able to drop them off and then do much needed deep cleaning at home or weekly farm chores before heading back into town to pick my hunnies up. It really is nice for a mom like me who can't bear to send her loves off to school full time, but needs a breather and some space.
The only problem we have had so far is that the teacher doesn't really take into consideration that the kids are tied up all day with classes, and she still assigns lengthy homework assignments for that day. We are working through this glitch by doubling up on other days but if it poses a problem I will talk to her about it.
Tuesday nights are bible study nights at church so it's a very busy day and one that must be planned out carefully.
Wednesday everyone is home again except my Ellie Wren has Spanish lab in the afternoons.
On Thursdays, Chandler has Art and Math in the afternoons. He doesn't get out till 4:00, but his buddy goes to the school next door and they walk home together-usually stopping for a milk shake from the local hamburger walk up joint. It makes my heart glad to know my kids have "places to go and people to see". I was feeling really heavy hearted for a few days because I noticed my sons were not making friends as quickly as I would have liked. I observed Chandler eating lunch all alone while all the other boys were sitting at another table laughing and having a good time. My heart just nearly ripped from my chest. I know it's typical "new kid" stuff, but it's just so sad to watch. But I know it will get better in time.
On Fridays, Ellie goes to classes on campus all day. She also gets picked up from school by her teacher with another student (her friend) and they go to the library to discuss her work etc. Being a 9th grader, she can walk to Subway, Jamba, or Panda...she really likes that. Yesterday she said, " Fridays are my favorite, because I get to go places all day...then I get to go to youth...I think Fridays are really fun" It was so cute, I kept thinking about her saying that all day-and then today she said it again! It makes me happy to know she is happy.
The rest of us just work really hard on Friday finishing up the weeks assignments. Today was really stressful. Probably my fault because I decided to make cinnamon rolls for breakfast. Not only was it hectic and messy, our brains were in sugar/carb highs and no one wanted to focus! LOL but we made it through.
So there is our new school year schedule in a nutshell! I'm still working on squeezing in some more activities such as field trips and craft/cooking/science experiment activities. And a better chore schedule. :)
6.19.2012
Moving...the bane of my existence.
Yes we are moving again. I am not excited in the least about that fact; however, I am very happy with the reasoning behind the move.
We are embarking on a new venture in life. One that does not include pastoring a church of our own. We recently resigned the church we have pastored for 5.5 years. The feelings are bittersweet; I will cherish the learning experiences and relationships built while in Chowchilla, but I am ready to see what else is in store. We are moving to Sanger, CA. where we will attend Life Tabernacle pastored by Dean Domingues. The kids are excited to finally have a youth group to belong to. They will also be attending a charter school that they can be a part of campus based classes and they are very happy about that.
My husband is working for Acro Energy as an energy consultant. It is different that's for sure. I will be trying to get on as a sub thru Sanger Unified and also completing my teaching credential. I am also entertaining the thought of an MA in Speech/Language Pathology. That's a 5 year trek however, so it seems in my best interest to obtain the credential first. I will also be opening an etsy store and doing photography for supplemental income.
Please pray we find the perfect home and that everything goes smoothly. I am a little overwhelmed right now and covet your prayers.
Aside from that, we just returned from a glorious week in Santa Maria for Jr Youth Camp. The kids had a blast and I came home beyond wasted. It was Ava's first year as a camper. She was certainly in her element! It was awesome to see them make new friends and experience God each night.
The next few weeks will be busy while we plan and organize our life to prepare for the changes ahead. We will also be preparing to send our oldest daughter to a youth conference in Tulsa, Oklahoma called PEAK. She is elated! I can't believe my baby girl will be flying across the nation without her mum and dad. She will be flying with friends and chaperones will be awaiting their arrival. None-the-less I will be relieved once she returns home safe and sound.
So that's the latest in a nutshell! Love you all!
We are embarking on a new venture in life. One that does not include pastoring a church of our own. We recently resigned the church we have pastored for 5.5 years. The feelings are bittersweet; I will cherish the learning experiences and relationships built while in Chowchilla, but I am ready to see what else is in store. We are moving to Sanger, CA. where we will attend Life Tabernacle pastored by Dean Domingues. The kids are excited to finally have a youth group to belong to. They will also be attending a charter school that they can be a part of campus based classes and they are very happy about that.
My husband is working for Acro Energy as an energy consultant. It is different that's for sure. I will be trying to get on as a sub thru Sanger Unified and also completing my teaching credential. I am also entertaining the thought of an MA in Speech/Language Pathology. That's a 5 year trek however, so it seems in my best interest to obtain the credential first. I will also be opening an etsy store and doing photography for supplemental income.
Please pray we find the perfect home and that everything goes smoothly. I am a little overwhelmed right now and covet your prayers.
Aside from that, we just returned from a glorious week in Santa Maria for Jr Youth Camp. The kids had a blast and I came home beyond wasted. It was Ava's first year as a camper. She was certainly in her element! It was awesome to see them make new friends and experience God each night.
The next few weeks will be busy while we plan and organize our life to prepare for the changes ahead. We will also be preparing to send our oldest daughter to a youth conference in Tulsa, Oklahoma called PEAK. She is elated! I can't believe my baby girl will be flying across the nation without her mum and dad. She will be flying with friends and chaperones will be awaiting their arrival. None-the-less I will be relieved once she returns home safe and sound.
So that's the latest in a nutshell! Love you all!
1.19.2012
Running Love
This is a very exciting post for me. Normally, I do not like to discuss any "new" activities that perhaps may end up being a fly by night thing that I dibble with and then let evaporate into the abyss of past attempts of something awesome.
I do believe this post however, is relevant and acceptable as I have surpassed a personal goal of mine and do not see myself turning back now!
I believe I mentioned ever so briefly a few months ago that I had taken up running as a sport. Yes I did.
Anyway, over 6 months ago, I began running. It was a slow start. I began by purchasing a Couch to 5K app for my iPhone. I literally thought I was going to die the first week.
But I pushed thorough and was making fairly good progress. But then, we found out we had to move. And at that point, I wasn't grounded enough in the sport to really stay dedicated and I slacked off. Our new home was in a different neighborhood and it took me over 2 months to venture out. And then I hated it, I hated the streets with all the psycho dogs, I hated the tweaker pedestrians I encountered, I hated the uneven pavement and it was hot. Just too many odds were against this hobby.
But...we moved again. This time, to a great little neighborhood. But then I injured my soleus muscle. Somehow, while carrying heavy boxes upstairs I pulled it and it was extremely painful not only to run on, but to walk and do average activities. I did a lot of research and found some ways to treat the injury and over the course of a few weeks it got better. And I kept running in spite of it.
On one of my ventures, I found the coolest country pathway along the bank of a canal we call the slough. It's a redneck creek but it's peaceful and solitary. I don't go alone for now my husband is interested in running!
Anyway, I am amazed at how quickly I have been able to advance. When I thought I would die the first week, to be able to run an entire mile without stopping blows my mind. I can't help but grin as I sprint across the street as I never dreamed I'd have the strength or energy to do so.
I still have a long ways to go, I'm nowhere near my mentors Misha and Julie but I'm getting closer and closer every day!
I will be running my first half marathon in April with my husband, my brother Gabe, my sister in law Jaime, my friend Michele, and her husband, Jason. We have quite the group planning on running this race!
I am so excited and proud to be able to say I have made it to this point. I don't plan to talk about running here too often but occasionally I may post about a new hurdle I've crossed.
I would just like to say to anyone who would like to start getting in shape and taking up some sort of sport, that nothing should hold you back from your dreams. I had to realize that the clock is not going to stop for me. If I am going to be happy and healthy it is up to me and I have to put that into my life. And then begins to be a part of life you can't imagine living without. I encourage you today to jump in and try. You will not regret it.
Wishing you health and happiness!
I do believe this post however, is relevant and acceptable as I have surpassed a personal goal of mine and do not see myself turning back now!
I believe I mentioned ever so briefly a few months ago that I had taken up running as a sport. Yes I did.
Anyway, over 6 months ago, I began running. It was a slow start. I began by purchasing a Couch to 5K app for my iPhone. I literally thought I was going to die the first week.
But I pushed thorough and was making fairly good progress. But then, we found out we had to move. And at that point, I wasn't grounded enough in the sport to really stay dedicated and I slacked off. Our new home was in a different neighborhood and it took me over 2 months to venture out. And then I hated it, I hated the streets with all the psycho dogs, I hated the tweaker pedestrians I encountered, I hated the uneven pavement and it was hot. Just too many odds were against this hobby.
But...we moved again. This time, to a great little neighborhood. But then I injured my soleus muscle. Somehow, while carrying heavy boxes upstairs I pulled it and it was extremely painful not only to run on, but to walk and do average activities. I did a lot of research and found some ways to treat the injury and over the course of a few weeks it got better. And I kept running in spite of it.
On one of my ventures, I found the coolest country pathway along the bank of a canal we call the slough. It's a redneck creek but it's peaceful and solitary. I don't go alone for now my husband is interested in running!
Anyway, I am amazed at how quickly I have been able to advance. When I thought I would die the first week, to be able to run an entire mile without stopping blows my mind. I can't help but grin as I sprint across the street as I never dreamed I'd have the strength or energy to do so.
I still have a long ways to go, I'm nowhere near my mentors Misha and Julie but I'm getting closer and closer every day!
I will be running my first half marathon in April with my husband, my brother Gabe, my sister in law Jaime, my friend Michele, and her husband, Jason. We have quite the group planning on running this race!
I am so excited and proud to be able to say I have made it to this point. I don't plan to talk about running here too often but occasionally I may post about a new hurdle I've crossed.
I would just like to say to anyone who would like to start getting in shape and taking up some sort of sport, that nothing should hold you back from your dreams. I had to realize that the clock is not going to stop for me. If I am going to be happy and healthy it is up to me and I have to put that into my life. And then begins to be a part of life you can't imagine living without. I encourage you today to jump in and try. You will not regret it.
Wishing you health and happiness!
1.12.2012
Pertinent Information Regarding Business and Finances
This post has been brewing for some time now, and although I've already posted once today, I feel the need to air myself out in order to set the record straight.
I know for a fact that I am not alone in my feelings and that I speak for many people in various areas of business.
Especially my photog friends. I have several friends who have become very successful in their photography businesses and I am certain the feeling is mutual as to the remarks and comments received regarding their pay scale.
Most people have not a clue how expensive photography equipment is. Just to enlighten one should there be any un-informed, ONE lens worthy of fine portraiture bears a price tag of NO LESS than $1300. That's just a lens, no camera, no CF card, no tripod, no filters, no reflectors, nothing but a lens.
That's not to mention the cost of advertising and the expense of editing software, a computer good enough to handle large files, a calibrated monitor and the list goes on and on. Then there's skill building expenses and website design costs. We are talking thousands of dollars invested in a business and yet people have the audacity to make comments like "must be nice to rake in $4000 for a wedding-not bad for one days work"
These remarks chap my everlivin' hide! Some people have no idea of the hours, blood, sweat, and tears an individual has invested into their business. It did not create itself overnight without hard work and dedication.
Anyway, I do a little photography on the side here and there, mostly as a hobby because I enjoy it. But with my busy lifestyle and schedule, I can't afford to do pro bono work so I do charge nominal fees to warrant my time and I still get people acting like I'm rolling in extra cash with 2-3 little shindigs a year.
That wasn't even what I wanted to talk about in this post-that's just a smidge.
My primary direction is that of my business in breeding Australian Labradoodles. Yes, I breed them. Does that mean I just own a girl and a boy and let them get after it in the backyard, pop out some pups then turn around and sell them for $2500 a piece? Absolutely 100% emphatic NO.
Let's back up a bit. First of all, 8 years ago we lost our house due to sickness and job loss. While we have not starved (obviously) we have struggled financially ever since. We believe God is for us and will bless us if we are in alignment with His perfect will and purpose for our lives. Just like anyone, we are continually striving to find that place with Him.
Through much prayer and research, I was led to the opportunity to begin breeding these dogs. Now mind you, you can read all about our start at www.theaustralianlabradoodles.com
I am not going to go into the details here as to why someone would pay $2500 for a dog, that's up to you to research because frankly, I don't care if you understand that or not. It's a fact that people do indeed buy these dogs for that amount of money just like they will shell out $10,000 for a ring or $50,000 for a wedding. People who have money want to spend it. That's not to say however, that it's a market to jump into and expect that sort of profit to drop into your bank account. There are many aspects to be aware of and that is what I'd like to address here in this post.
First of all, when I began researching this breed, I wanted my first dog to come directly from Australia. That would cost me a mere $25,000. That didn't include a website, and all the other necessities for starting a business. I did not have that sort of money lying around to invest. So I prayed about it. I kept researching and looking into local breeders. I found one in the US I thought I would buy. My dad was going to help me make the purchase and then I'd pay him back. An intact (not spayed or neutered) Australian Labradoodle here in the states costs anywhere between $8,000-$15,000. However, at the last minute, the breeder backed out of the deal. I really don't know why but I do know you have to create a camaraderie with the breeders around. Kinda like a new kid on the block-you have to fit in and if you don't, well, then breeders back out of deals with you because they don't know you and are hesitant to let you in their circle. Crazy I know but it's a fact.
So apparently I wasn't there yet.
So I gave it even more time. And prayer. My kids really wanted a dog. I really wanted them to have one. But I also needed a way to make some sort of income at the same time. Kept praying.
Eventually, I came in contact with another breeder who agreed to take me in as sort of an apprentice. She allowed me to purchase a dog from her and make payments. So my first female dog cost $9,000. I know I know it's crazy but that's just how it is so get over it. ;)
Now, when I breed my dog: I do not own a male. I don't want to own a male for reasons I won't delve into here. So when I breed her I pay a stud fee. A stud fee is never less than $1500. Plus artificial insemination cost because otherwise each dog needs expensive testing in order to be physical. (yes, it's mandatory testing protocol in order to belong to the founders association-another area I will refrain from expounding upon)
So count that $150 plus travel expenses to and from San Diego as that's the only canine Cryobank in California.
Oh and in order for a dog to be bred in the first place, he or she must go through a series of very expensive tests. To the tune of 3-4 tests at $400 each. Yes indeed.
Oh and don't forget, in order to do AI, the female dog needs progesterone testing done to accurately time the breeding and that test is $90. Usually several tests are needed.
Ok so the dog is bred and now we have 4 puppies to sell. $2500 each or $2750 if they are rare colors. (all mine happen to be this time)
We spay them which is $120 each. We microchip them which is $50 each. We give them all their shots, we de-worm them, we start their basic training, and we do much much more in order to ensure our customers get the best start with their new dog. It adds up people! Not only do the expenses add up, have you noticed there is also a lot of knowledge required to do this? This did not evolve overnight. This took years and years of research and learning and gleaning from books and websites to become knowledgeable enough to enter this arena.
So, if one is inclined to do that research and become educated in this business then by all means go for it!
Now, I didn't spell out all the costs to have everyone counting it out and doing the math as there is still profit in the business. But a dog can only have 2 litters per year. Even if we net $8,000 per litter how would you like to live in $16,000 for your years salary? It ISN'T pie in the sky folks!
There are weeks when we live on $50 that comes into our church. Our church is very small and does not support us full time. My husband has worked many jobs to supplement our income but things do not always go as planned. So while we are grateful for this opportunity to supplement what we do have coming in, it's not by any stretch of the imagination something that's dumping great loads of wealth in our laps.
So the next time someone refers to my dog as "moneybags" I'll direct them here! And in turn make mention of their job that pays a regular salary with benefits and bonuses...we all work hard for our money and it doesn't come easy to anyone that I know for sure!
I sincerely hope I've enlightened someone as to the wherewithal when it comes to breeding animals. It's simply a job like anyone else's. With costs, overhead, ups and downs. It's not easy street or a quick money maker.
(((sigh))) I feel so much lighter now!
I know for a fact that I am not alone in my feelings and that I speak for many people in various areas of business.
Especially my photog friends. I have several friends who have become very successful in their photography businesses and I am certain the feeling is mutual as to the remarks and comments received regarding their pay scale.
Most people have not a clue how expensive photography equipment is. Just to enlighten one should there be any un-informed, ONE lens worthy of fine portraiture bears a price tag of NO LESS than $1300. That's just a lens, no camera, no CF card, no tripod, no filters, no reflectors, nothing but a lens.
That's not to mention the cost of advertising and the expense of editing software, a computer good enough to handle large files, a calibrated monitor and the list goes on and on. Then there's skill building expenses and website design costs. We are talking thousands of dollars invested in a business and yet people have the audacity to make comments like "must be nice to rake in $4000 for a wedding-not bad for one days work"
These remarks chap my everlivin' hide! Some people have no idea of the hours, blood, sweat, and tears an individual has invested into their business. It did not create itself overnight without hard work and dedication.
Anyway, I do a little photography on the side here and there, mostly as a hobby because I enjoy it. But with my busy lifestyle and schedule, I can't afford to do pro bono work so I do charge nominal fees to warrant my time and I still get people acting like I'm rolling in extra cash with 2-3 little shindigs a year.
That wasn't even what I wanted to talk about in this post-that's just a smidge.
My primary direction is that of my business in breeding Australian Labradoodles. Yes, I breed them. Does that mean I just own a girl and a boy and let them get after it in the backyard, pop out some pups then turn around and sell them for $2500 a piece? Absolutely 100% emphatic NO.
Let's back up a bit. First of all, 8 years ago we lost our house due to sickness and job loss. While we have not starved (obviously) we have struggled financially ever since. We believe God is for us and will bless us if we are in alignment with His perfect will and purpose for our lives. Just like anyone, we are continually striving to find that place with Him.
Through much prayer and research, I was led to the opportunity to begin breeding these dogs. Now mind you, you can read all about our start at www.theaustralianlabradoodles.com
I am not going to go into the details here as to why someone would pay $2500 for a dog, that's up to you to research because frankly, I don't care if you understand that or not. It's a fact that people do indeed buy these dogs for that amount of money just like they will shell out $10,000 for a ring or $50,000 for a wedding. People who have money want to spend it. That's not to say however, that it's a market to jump into and expect that sort of profit to drop into your bank account. There are many aspects to be aware of and that is what I'd like to address here in this post.
First of all, when I began researching this breed, I wanted my first dog to come directly from Australia. That would cost me a mere $25,000. That didn't include a website, and all the other necessities for starting a business. I did not have that sort of money lying around to invest. So I prayed about it. I kept researching and looking into local breeders. I found one in the US I thought I would buy. My dad was going to help me make the purchase and then I'd pay him back. An intact (not spayed or neutered) Australian Labradoodle here in the states costs anywhere between $8,000-$15,000. However, at the last minute, the breeder backed out of the deal. I really don't know why but I do know you have to create a camaraderie with the breeders around. Kinda like a new kid on the block-you have to fit in and if you don't, well, then breeders back out of deals with you because they don't know you and are hesitant to let you in their circle. Crazy I know but it's a fact.
So apparently I wasn't there yet.
So I gave it even more time. And prayer. My kids really wanted a dog. I really wanted them to have one. But I also needed a way to make some sort of income at the same time. Kept praying.
Eventually, I came in contact with another breeder who agreed to take me in as sort of an apprentice. She allowed me to purchase a dog from her and make payments. So my first female dog cost $9,000. I know I know it's crazy but that's just how it is so get over it. ;)
Now, when I breed my dog: I do not own a male. I don't want to own a male for reasons I won't delve into here. So when I breed her I pay a stud fee. A stud fee is never less than $1500. Plus artificial insemination cost because otherwise each dog needs expensive testing in order to be physical. (yes, it's mandatory testing protocol in order to belong to the founders association-another area I will refrain from expounding upon)
So count that $150 plus travel expenses to and from San Diego as that's the only canine Cryobank in California.
Oh and in order for a dog to be bred in the first place, he or she must go through a series of very expensive tests. To the tune of 3-4 tests at $400 each. Yes indeed.
Oh and don't forget, in order to do AI, the female dog needs progesterone testing done to accurately time the breeding and that test is $90. Usually several tests are needed.
Ok so the dog is bred and now we have 4 puppies to sell. $2500 each or $2750 if they are rare colors. (all mine happen to be this time)
We spay them which is $120 each. We microchip them which is $50 each. We give them all their shots, we de-worm them, we start their basic training, and we do much much more in order to ensure our customers get the best start with their new dog. It adds up people! Not only do the expenses add up, have you noticed there is also a lot of knowledge required to do this? This did not evolve overnight. This took years and years of research and learning and gleaning from books and websites to become knowledgeable enough to enter this arena.
So, if one is inclined to do that research and become educated in this business then by all means go for it!
Now, I didn't spell out all the costs to have everyone counting it out and doing the math as there is still profit in the business. But a dog can only have 2 litters per year. Even if we net $8,000 per litter how would you like to live in $16,000 for your years salary? It ISN'T pie in the sky folks!
There are weeks when we live on $50 that comes into our church. Our church is very small and does not support us full time. My husband has worked many jobs to supplement our income but things do not always go as planned. So while we are grateful for this opportunity to supplement what we do have coming in, it's not by any stretch of the imagination something that's dumping great loads of wealth in our laps.
So the next time someone refers to my dog as "moneybags" I'll direct them here! And in turn make mention of their job that pays a regular salary with benefits and bonuses...we all work hard for our money and it doesn't come easy to anyone that I know for sure!
I sincerely hope I've enlightened someone as to the wherewithal when it comes to breeding animals. It's simply a job like anyone else's. With costs, overhead, ups and downs. It's not easy street or a quick money maker.
(((sigh))) I feel so much lighter now!
Natural Cleaning Stuff
Ahhhhh who does not like a sparkling clean and shiny house???? I am a fool for one that's for sure. I love cleaning supplies and new gadgets and gizmos that make life easier and my house cleaner.
I also have an infatuation with bleach. Ajax, Comet, Chlorox....you get the picture, I super duper love to scrub with these products. Unfortunately, however, bleach is NOT my friend. I have absolutely failed at making our relationship work. My husband tells me "Just don't wear your good stuff while cleaning!" I-M-P-O-S-S-I-B-L-E.
I clean every single day. I would have to stay in my grubs 24/7 if I was to stay out of my "good stuff" while cleaning.
Anyhow, it's been bothering me how I can't seem to find a balance between my love for bleachiness and keeping my wardrobe intact.
Today, however, I was routinely scrubbing my kitchen when I realized to my dismay I was completely out of bleach and Comet. I had a sink with junk I really wanted out and I also had a pot I had just made rice in that had some black flecks I wanted to disappear.
I remembered though, that I had a box of Borax in my laundry room awaiting its use in my MIY laundry detergent plan. I've used Borax for many things, mostly for carpet cleaning. It's also useful for sprinkling around a place you may think rodents or insects are entering. (thank God I'm not needing it for that right now.)
Anyhow, Borax is nothing new to our household but since my love lies in bleachy products I usually reach for them instead when the need arises.
So I thought, "Well lets give this a shot and see what happens."
Oh. My. Word. It was absolutely 100% better than bleach! I used a small chunk of it to scrub the black stuff out of the pot. It effortlessly came off-and mind you before I'd scrubbed and scrubbed with hot water, dishsoap, and a scrubber to no avail.
I then got really excited. I sprinkled it all over the sink area. Then decided the grout needed scrubbing too. And the stove. And the fridge. Sheesh! See what happens when I get excited about a product? I go ape!
Once the kitchen was nice and clean, I dried everything down then used windex to shine it up. Then I put half a lemon down the garbage disposal. Then I put a new scentsy block in my scentsy warmer. Faerie Blossom to be exact. A clean and fruity smell.
Now I am at the park basking in the sunshine knowing my kitchen is glowing with non toxic cleanliness. And my dog is trying to lick me to death while I type. I think she is rather proud of me too.
Since I'm blogging with my phone I can't insert the photos where I want to in this post but here are some shots anyway. :)
I also have an infatuation with bleach. Ajax, Comet, Chlorox....you get the picture, I super duper love to scrub with these products. Unfortunately, however, bleach is NOT my friend. I have absolutely failed at making our relationship work. My husband tells me "Just don't wear your good stuff while cleaning!" I-M-P-O-S-S-I-B-L-E.
I clean every single day. I would have to stay in my grubs 24/7 if I was to stay out of my "good stuff" while cleaning.
Anyhow, it's been bothering me how I can't seem to find a balance between my love for bleachiness and keeping my wardrobe intact.
Today, however, I was routinely scrubbing my kitchen when I realized to my dismay I was completely out of bleach and Comet. I had a sink with junk I really wanted out and I also had a pot I had just made rice in that had some black flecks I wanted to disappear.
I remembered though, that I had a box of Borax in my laundry room awaiting its use in my MIY laundry detergent plan. I've used Borax for many things, mostly for carpet cleaning. It's also useful for sprinkling around a place you may think rodents or insects are entering. (thank God I'm not needing it for that right now.)
Anyhow, Borax is nothing new to our household but since my love lies in bleachy products I usually reach for them instead when the need arises.
So I thought, "Well lets give this a shot and see what happens."
Oh. My. Word. It was absolutely 100% better than bleach! I used a small chunk of it to scrub the black stuff out of the pot. It effortlessly came off-and mind you before I'd scrubbed and scrubbed with hot water, dishsoap, and a scrubber to no avail.
I then got really excited. I sprinkled it all over the sink area. Then decided the grout needed scrubbing too. And the stove. And the fridge. Sheesh! See what happens when I get excited about a product? I go ape!
Once the kitchen was nice and clean, I dried everything down then used windex to shine it up. Then I put half a lemon down the garbage disposal. Then I put a new scentsy block in my scentsy warmer. Faerie Blossom to be exact. A clean and fruity smell.
Now I am at the park basking in the sunshine knowing my kitchen is glowing with non toxic cleanliness. And my dog is trying to lick me to death while I type. I think she is rather proud of me too.
Since I'm blogging with my phone I can't insert the photos where I want to in this post but here are some shots anyway. :)
1.03.2012
Gaaahhh Bah Humbug on New Years!
Ok ok I'm alright really I am...I do appreciate the "New Year" and the "fresh start" as some call it...but come on who are we kiddin', whether a year is a bad one or a good one it's not the year to be blamed, it's just life and life happens no matter what day, week, month, or year it is.
And new years resolutions are DUMB! Ha! Sorry to rain on anyone's parade but how many people do you know have EVER stuck a resolution out? Like an important one I mean? Reading the bible and exercise, and spending more time with family; those are great but it's awfully sad to think one needs a "new year" to increase something they should already be doing faithfully and if not surely should step up to the plate before having to label it a "New Years Resolution"! Gahhhh now you know MY take on resolutions. I don't dig 'em.
Right now, although there are many areas in my life that need tackling, I am in REST mode, I have spun my wheels, I've cooked my fingers off, I've sewed till I'm seeing needles and thread every minute, I've scrubbed and cleaned till I'm blue in the face, I've delivered puppies and cared for them (and still must) the last thing I need to do is tack on more chores. Hehehe...don't get me wrong, I'm still running-as I was before Jan 1, I still pray and read my bible, I'm spending time with the kids playing games and all that good stuff. The problem is I don't WANT to get back to reality just yet. The holidays came and went so fast for me I'm still sort of savoring them and reflecting.
I'm making a plan though, that I am. I'm making a plan for next year. A very precise and thought out plan to ensure full enjoyment of the season no matter what. Believe it or not, Ava and I began a project for a gift for next year! No longer will I procrastinate and find myself frantically sewing and scrambling for gifts. Nope.
So in a sense I guess you could say I'm moving on but I'm not going to commit to being happy about it.
Let me add one more thing that I am going to delve much deeper into in the next few weeks. For some strange reason, the New Year hoopla does not bring me sheer joy and happiness. While I can enjoy the idea for a bit, it very often triggers a serious feeling of panic and anxiety. I know it's ridiculous because sadly, the holidays do as well. But that, I must say, is my own fault. It's my own fault for not preparing and planning like I should and allowing things to pile up on me in an overwhelming manner. So, this anxiousness I tend to experience after its all said and done is cultivated by the hullabaloo people create regarding "fresh starts" etc....I get worried that I will make a plan, try to change something drastic, and FAIL. Yep, me, the wonder woman...I fear failing. It doesn't mean I don't start new plans or try anything new; I'm just saying I struggle with anxiety over these seemingly petty, yet so important things. Over plans and the thought of trying to fix something needing fixing in my world.
Okay, enough about anxiety because like I said I'm going to cover that in depth very soon and I don't want to spoil my plan. But I said all of that to simply interject my opposition of resolutions and the END of the holiday season.
Give me a week or two and I'm sure I'll bounce back to my regular super girl self but today I'm just a muddle of mess.
I love you all and thank you for letting me be me. :)
And new years resolutions are DUMB! Ha! Sorry to rain on anyone's parade but how many people do you know have EVER stuck a resolution out? Like an important one I mean? Reading the bible and exercise, and spending more time with family; those are great but it's awfully sad to think one needs a "new year" to increase something they should already be doing faithfully and if not surely should step up to the plate before having to label it a "New Years Resolution"! Gahhhh now you know MY take on resolutions. I don't dig 'em.
Right now, although there are many areas in my life that need tackling, I am in REST mode, I have spun my wheels, I've cooked my fingers off, I've sewed till I'm seeing needles and thread every minute, I've scrubbed and cleaned till I'm blue in the face, I've delivered puppies and cared for them (and still must) the last thing I need to do is tack on more chores. Hehehe...don't get me wrong, I'm still running-as I was before Jan 1, I still pray and read my bible, I'm spending time with the kids playing games and all that good stuff. The problem is I don't WANT to get back to reality just yet. The holidays came and went so fast for me I'm still sort of savoring them and reflecting.
I'm making a plan though, that I am. I'm making a plan for next year. A very precise and thought out plan to ensure full enjoyment of the season no matter what. Believe it or not, Ava and I began a project for a gift for next year! No longer will I procrastinate and find myself frantically sewing and scrambling for gifts. Nope.
So in a sense I guess you could say I'm moving on but I'm not going to commit to being happy about it.
Let me add one more thing that I am going to delve much deeper into in the next few weeks. For some strange reason, the New Year hoopla does not bring me sheer joy and happiness. While I can enjoy the idea for a bit, it very often triggers a serious feeling of panic and anxiety. I know it's ridiculous because sadly, the holidays do as well. But that, I must say, is my own fault. It's my own fault for not preparing and planning like I should and allowing things to pile up on me in an overwhelming manner. So, this anxiousness I tend to experience after its all said and done is cultivated by the hullabaloo people create regarding "fresh starts" etc....I get worried that I will make a plan, try to change something drastic, and FAIL. Yep, me, the wonder woman...I fear failing. It doesn't mean I don't start new plans or try anything new; I'm just saying I struggle with anxiety over these seemingly petty, yet so important things. Over plans and the thought of trying to fix something needing fixing in my world.
Okay, enough about anxiety because like I said I'm going to cover that in depth very soon and I don't want to spoil my plan. But I said all of that to simply interject my opposition of resolutions and the END of the holiday season.
Give me a week or two and I'm sure I'll bounce back to my regular super girl self but today I'm just a muddle of mess.
I love you all and thank you for letting me be me. :)
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