tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74774561241136380062024-03-13T04:27:49.570-07:00Bagel's Life @ Home & SchoolChristian * Homemaker * Chef * Seamstress * Scrapbooker * Homeschooler * Photographer * Chauffeur * Referee * Juvenile Guidance Counselor * Coffee Addict..........Did I leave anything out?Bagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-80077519222364343622012-01-31T09:03:00.000-08:002012-01-31T09:03:01.576-08:00My Blog Has MovedI haven't written much here in the past few months, due to the holidays, and a political campaign that suddenly was added to our lives. But mostly, it has been because, I've moved the blog.<br />
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So, if you would like to continue following the parts of my life that I choose to share, come visit me at this address, http://elizabethcully.wordpress.com/<br />
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I look forward to seeing you there!<br />
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EcBagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-5432328040091927912011-10-13T13:32:00.000-07:002011-10-13T13:32:28.003-07:00"WALL-E" Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlMKmAB5NOU/TpdI-SQ-IJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/qsD7UFH1yMM/s1600/DSC09362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlMKmAB5NOU/TpdI-SQ-IJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/qsD7UFH1yMM/s320/DSC09362.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>According to my son, today is "WALL-E" Day. According to him, 3 years ago, we had planned to go see this movie at the "cheap theater" ($1.50 I think) as a family to see this. However, on that day, he was "sportin' a 'tude" and had a bit of a meltdown. So we decided that it would be best if he stayed home, rather than take him and his issues to the theater. So I took my daughter, just the two of us, while the boy stayed home with his father. He finally did get to see the movie, about a month later when it came out on DVD and we bought it. <br />
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We didn't think anything more about it until the following year, on this date, that he said it was "WALL-E" Day and we needed to celebrate by watching the movie, and ever since then, October 13 has been the boy's special "holiday". When he mentioned it last night, my husband wondered aloud just how many years we'd be acknowledging this made up holiday. I reminded him that our daughter was celebrating a stuffed animal's birthday for nearly 4 years before she moved out of that phase (it did provide this mom with an excuse to make chocolate cake though!). <br />
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My grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's back in the mid 80's. By that time, she had had several other health issues as well. My grandpa retired early to stay home and take care of the house and her. She had diabetes, asthma, arthritis, and depression. So she really wasn't up to housekeeping, or much cooking. She wasn't an invalid, but she didn't have the drive or energy to do that (thought her ability to complain was uneffected). So when my grandma was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, my grandpa did was most well spouses do. He joined a support group. And there, is where he met his mistress. She had a husband at home with Alzheimer's (the running "joke" on this is that perhaps, since they met at an Alzheimer's group, they forgot that they were already married). It wasn't long after that, that my grandpa put my grandma into a memory care home...........and then, they started taking day trips together,and started spending the night at each other's homes and his visits to see my grandma were less frequent. Then he told my mom and my aunt and obviously, they had some issues (like, "Um Dad, you're still married"). Well he blew them off, and then, soon, introduced us to her, and she wasted no time being Grandpa's spokesperson, always feeling the need to correct us. Once her presence in Grandpa's life was established, my mom and aunt were asked to return their keys to their parents' house. Grandpa suddenly had an answering machine and rarely returned calls. This was hardest on my aunt, because she lived a mile away from her parents for many years, and they had been her support (if you could call it that) as she had an alcoholic husband. Now, I'll interject here, that I do realize that my grandpa allowed this other woman to influence him. He made the choice to gradually push his children and only grandchild (me) away. I remember how upset my mother was when she'd try to call on a holiday to talk to him and just got the answering machine. Until this woman came along, my mom, her sister and parents called and wrote each other constantly. Now, my mom and aunt were feeling orphaned, abandoned and rejected by their own father. Because they were! This new woman had no interest in my grandpa's family. Eventually, my grandma passed away, and the mistress's husband did too. A month after he died, the mistress married my grandpa (her stuff had been moved into his house long before). Eventually, she tired of my mom and aunt trying to call, and talked my grandpa into selling his house (the one that my mom grew up in) and move to her house out in the country. They only gave us a mailing address, no phone number. My grandpa eventually disinherited his own children because of this woman's influence, and he adopted and bent over backwards for her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. He stopped acknowledging birthdays, didn't send Christmas cards, and didn't come to my wedding. We saw him again the week before my mom died. I had to call information to get his step-daughter's phone number to call her to relay the info to him that his daughter was dying. He and his now wife, came two days later to see her, which I was glad for. However, he totally ignored my aunt who was also there and the wife tried to usher him away from her anytime my aunt tried to talk to him. The didn't sit with the family at the funeral either. They didn't even speak to my aunt until it was discovered that she was dying as well. When my grandpa finally passed away a few years later, the other woman and her family planned his funeral, and were able to have a private good-bye. I got a phone call saying that he had died, and then I have to search the internet to find out where and when the funeral would be. Now this may sound like I'm holding some kind of grudge, but let me point this out. When you bring in another person, you have two selfish people serving themselves That other person is seeking to get rid of your past and anyone and anything from it. What did he have to show for his life when he died? He had no relationship with his family and the few who remained, he had discarded.<br />
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After that lengthy diatribe...........on a more positive note...<br />
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This will probably be much shorter, because these grandparents, were best friends. They had mutual respect and a mutual admiration for each other. After my granddad retired, they had regular date nights in the form of dancing lessons. When the lessons were over, they went out every Friday and Saturday night, to whichever lodge had the best band and danced all night. They worked around the house together. He helped with the housework, and some of the cooking. When they went to shop at the mall, he would sit on one of the benches in the middle and chat with other husbands waiting for their wives, until Grandma came along with shopping bags, which he would take to the car while she continued shopping. They started traveling alot, and saw most of the world. He still called her "Babydoll". They had a warm and pleasant environment in their home, and I loved to go there. After some health issues, my granddad started to slow down a bit, and eventually they decided to move out of the house that he had built (large enough for nearly the whole family to stay in, and where we had had several family gatherings) downsize their belongings, and move to a manufactured home park. By this time, he was getting more forgetful, but he tried to stay busy, even when he could barely walk. All during that time, my grandma felt that it was her job as his wife to care for him, and she loved him. Even when he couldn't remember out names, he knew how we were related to him. When my grandma once asked him, if he knew who she was, he paused and then said, "My Bride". Eventually, it was becoming detrimental to my grandma's health (she wasn't getting the rest that she neededand had some heart concerns). So she made the hard decision, to put him in a facility. She visited him often, and was always concerned that he was being taken care of, that the clothes in his closet her his, and that he was eating. I went to visit him one day and he saw me, smiled and said to the nurse, "That's my granddaughter!". I stayed for about an hour (and by the end of that hour he was calling me by my aunt's name). Soon after, he became ill with pneumonia, and was gone rather quickly. My grandma said more than once, "If I had just kept him home...........". I think that had their roles been reversed, my granddad would have done the same for her. When he passed, he had many friends, family, children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren present, who he had a relationship with (as shown on the slideshow during the service).<br />
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After viewing these two marriages, which one would you want to be in when you're old? The selfish one or the selfless one? Bagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-12798154538427940082011-09-11T22:15:00.000-07:002011-09-11T22:15:21.468-07:0010 Years Ago......I woke up this morning to see Facebook statuses featuring the same question: "Where were you 10 years ago when you heard the news?"<br />
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Ten years ago, when I first awoke, I went to the computer to see what was on the ABCnews website. The first headline was that a plane had crashed into one of the towers of the World Trade Center. My first thoughts were that it was a small plane, like a Cessna and that it was an accident. Then I updated the site and discovered that another plane had hit the second tower, both planes were commercial airplanes, and that this was no longer considered an accident. So I turned on the TV, and called out to my husband, telling him what was going on. At the time, he was working a temp job, so I don't remember if he was getting ready for work or not. My kids were 5 & 3, and had no understanding or interest in the news. Then that first tower fell, and soon after, the second one did as well, and I was shocked and grieved at thinking of all of those lives lost in such a short span of time.<br />
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Bagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-54271773957236142492011-08-24T21:31:00.000-07:002011-08-24T21:32:04.932-07:00Mac & Cheese Freeze!A few weeks ago, I was in the mood to start making meals to freeze and then heat up when the weather starts getting nippier. I had already made and froze a batch of soup, so this time, I thought that I would make some macaroni & cheese.<br />
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I have my mac & cheese (actually I multiplied the recipe by 4, and if I do that again, I'll need to use a larger cooking pot).<br />
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Once frozen, they stack or "stand" nicely in the freezer. I guess you could say that this meal stands on it's own! Haha!<br />
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Bagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-41661109097883648622011-08-22T13:24:00.000-07:002011-08-22T13:27:45.231-07:00Never Too Tired for a Birthday!Our girl had a birthday recently, however, she was away at summer camp when it happened. I packed in her bag a present to open and two packages of Oreos to share with her cabinmates (because I wasn't willing to drive 10 hours to deliver homemade cupcakes). Before she left, she told us that she wanted to open her gifts from us as soon as she came home. I wasn't so sure that she would be up to doing that after a 10-12 hour bus ride home. However, when we picked her up, she was hopped up on Mountain Dew and more than ready to tear into gifts!<br />
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The requested birthday dinner: home made macaroni & cheese and tater tots. Starchy carbs all the way!!<br />
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I could not have done this by myself. After I frosted the cake, my girl scored the Whimpy Kid face onto the cake and I piped the black frosting around it. It turned out very well!<br />
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The birthday girl had help blowing out all of those candles!<br />
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Nephew, "B" loves to play with baby dolls. He and his brother were playing with our dollhouse and furniture (and a few naked Barbies). B was putting the baby in the crib and then rocking it and singing to it. Very cute!<br />
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Bagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-29217900198940381052011-08-19T09:55:00.000-07:002011-08-19T09:55:46.993-07:00Surgery & VicodinThe title probably tells it better than I can.<br />
So just a bit of a disclaimer here, before I go on, if anything is misspelled or just doesn't make any sense, or you can mentally hear me slurring my words in this post, blame it on the Vicodin (ok, twice I've misspelled that word.........and fixed it). <br />
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Once again, this post is in "novel" form (meaning that I have no pictures, and after you read this, you will probably be glad that there aren't any).<br />
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Last weekend, was one of our normal weekends. I went grocery shopping. We ordered a pizza for dinner. We just kind of took it easy on Saturday. On Saturday evening, I went to church. All normal things. Then on the way home from church I started feeling sick, and then the sick feeling became painful. By the time I arrived home, I just needed to get inside and lay down and was feeling badly enough that I didn't want anyone touching me. No matter what position I was in, the sharp pains in my back and abdomen would not go away. My husband kept asking if I needed to go to the doctor. Well, when do you really know? In the past, when I've felt that bad, as soon as I decide to go to the doctor, I start to feel better. By midnight, the pain was still there and I was nauseas as well. So at around midnight, I finally told my husband (just after he had taken some Benedryl and had gone to bed) that I thought that the ER sounded like a good idea. And as soon as we were on our way, the pain started to subside. However, once there, and after explaining my situation several times to ever new person who came to see me, and an ultrasound, and some poking around my abdomen, it was discovered that I was having gall bladder issues (if you've never had a gall bladder attack, it feels like the largest gas bubble that you've ever had). After talking to the on call surgeon, the on duty doctor (who was very nice by the way) decided to admit me for observation. <br />
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In the morning, the surgeon came in and talked to my husband and I and it was determined that the best course of action was to remove the gall bladder, which should only be a day surgery. So, I called my kids at home to see how they were. I asked my daughter how her brother was and she offerred to give him the phone saying that "Mom was on the phone". I heard him in the background ask her, in all seriousness, "She's still alive?". Then later in the afternoon, my daughter called again, and said that she and her brother were outside because when she turned on the gas stove, it smelled like rotten eggs, and she remembered that in commercials for the gas company, the announcer tells you to do that. So my husband went home to investigate and everything was fine (later on, I explained to her that if she smells the rotten eggs when the stove isn't on, is the time she should be leaving the house, and in the future, it might be a good idea to wait to start cooking until a time when a parent is home). <br />
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So Wednesday, was the day for the surgery. I wound up having two separate procedures done (being under anesthesia makes the day go by faster!). The first surgery was for the gall bladder and then the second procedure was to get a stone that was lodged in a duct that the surgeon couldn't get to. The way to get that out was through an endoscopy (camera down my throat) As I was feeling groggy and like someone kicked me in the belly, I was wheeled into a room for the second procedure and the nurse asked me, "Did they tell you what position you're going to need to be in?". No I hadn't heard. Then she tells me, "On your stomach". So I had to scoot on to a table, and roll over onto my stomach with fresh incisions. Fortunately, I was sedated soon after.<br />
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Needless to say, the powers that be felt that it was best that I spend the night in the hospital after all of that "fun". <br />
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So now I'm home, and if I even move a toe, someone is ready to tell me to not move and they'll get me whatever I want. Some time think this an easy thing to do, but it isn't. I'm on pain meds too, which make me feel loopy (which of course makes me want to prove that I'm still coherent). I've been told by several friends who have had this surgery before that I will feel so much better. I hope so!<br />
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Bagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-53769999323500079282011-08-05T09:27:00.000-07:002011-08-05T09:27:16.046-07:00Church camp & Sibling Scavenger HuntFor the past week, my dear girl, Heather, has been away at church camp.............in another state..........in another time zone. This was the first time for her to travel out of state without her parents and, needless to say (but I'll say it anyway), she was a bit anxious and also excited. While she's been gone, we've been able to text each other so I was still able to tell her that I loved her before she went to bed. So, she still seemed close.........sort of. <br />
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It was also the first time that we've been apart on her birthday. She turned 15 this week, while at camp. I sent one gift (a "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" t-shirt) with her so that she would have something to open on her birthday, as well as some Oreos to share with her cabin mates (because this mama wasn't able to travel to another state to bring cupcakes). So here at home, on her birthday, her dad, brother and I had a cupcake in her honor. Before she left for camp, she told me that she wanted to open her gifts as soon as she gets home. That remains to be seen. In the past, when I've picked her up after camp, she looks worn out, sunburned and just about ready to fall over. I'm picking her up this evening, so we'll see if, after a 10 hour trip, she has any energy to open gifts. She might, and then she'll sleep for most of tomorrow.<br />
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As tradition goes around here (sort of because not everyone participates), when someone goes out of town on a trip, be it business or summer camp, I write a short note for each day for the traveler. One year, my husband went away on a business trip and left notes for the kids with clues as to where a gift or treat might be. So my daughter took that idea and has been doing that with her brother. My son, Kylin, never likes it when his sister goes to any kind of overnighter or camp (protesting starts two weeks ahead of time). For the past two camps, at least, she has written a letter to him for every day that she's gone and has left clues for him to find each day's gift. <br />
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This year, she had 7 envelopes taped to her door<br />
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Today is the last day for this little scavenger hunt, and the hunter is still sleeping!<br />
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Yesterday started out as a fairly planned out day. I had a "to do" list all typed out in my phone. The plans included wrapping my nephews birthday present, cleaning the counters in the kitchen, show my son how to really clean a mirror (he thinks that he knows how, but the mirror always tells another story). I was going to cut the kids' hair, pay a bill or two, and make some meals to freeze. The only thing that I did get done was to cut the kids' hair. So at least their hair is no longer blocking their vision. I wound up needing to run a couple of errands. So that changed my plans as well. <br />
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Then, in mid-afternoon, I received a text from Kevin, suggesting that we attend a city council meeting in a small town about 45 minutes away. We, along with some of our friends, started a political watchdog group about a year ago, with the goal of keeping the public aware of discrepancies and such in our local government. Kevin and the other guys have written articles for their blog about them as well (I wrote one about homeschooling). Mostly, I contribute with ideas, and for when meetings were at our house, I made a lot of muffins. So, part of what was going on at this small town was that a significant amount of money was missing and there were some in the town who were petitioning to have the mayor, and the city council recalled. So, we went out to this small town, listened to what the people had to say, and at the same time, it provided another Civics lesson for my kids (who were bored, but they'll remember it when they're adults).<br />
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So for this impromptu trip, it meant dinner-on-the-go, meaning burgers. To keep the ketchup and mustard on those burgers from dripping into the laps of those of us who want to be taken seriously at a meeting, I put those burgers in coffee filters. They're handy for now and make nice "catch-alls" until I can go to a Cash & Carry and get the wax paper burger wraps for future last minute, meals to go.<br />
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I hear a cat meowing at the door at around 6:15. So I get up and get ready to make coffee. However, at least one of these is waiting to greet me.<br />
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So we head downstairs and this is what comes next in our routine.<br />
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I hear a cranky meowing at the front door. So I let Fonzie in and she promptly runs to the door leading to the garage (and the food). So I let her go out there, and just as I think I have a moment to start grinding coffee beans, I hear Oscar meowing, betting to be let out of the front door.<br />
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So, out he goes, to wonder off to our porch furniture and snooze on it, leaving hair on the cushions.<br />
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So now we're back to Aslan. By the time this picture was taken, he had been out in the garage for food, then back into the house, then outside through the back door, then back into the house and now he wants to go back to the garage, as if something about it may have changed since he was there last.<br />
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I kept track as to how often I was opening and closing doors in the morning. The number on this day was 11 times within a one hour period (before I saw any of my human family members). There was a short time frame in which I did get coffee made. <br />
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Bagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-69434892299797891092011-06-14T19:19:00.000-07:002011-06-14T19:19:39.766-07:00Yummy!!I have had a very strong desire to try out The Pioneer Woman's cinnamon roll recipe. Today, since I was going to be home all day, I thought I'd give them a try. Now, one thing that I've noticed about her recipes, is that there tends to be enough to feed a family twice our size. Some of the recipes, I have made using the measurements of ingredients that she recommends. I serve one half and then freeze the other half for a future meal. In the case of the cinnamon rolls, I just "halved" the recipe. So instead of making nearly 50 rolls, I had about 23. Still a bit much for a family of 4, however, tonight, my husband is having some of his friends over, and I'm counting on them to have a few.<br />
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My youngest is now a teenager. However, he is still young at heart.<br />
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He started the day with presents (even before breakfast).<br />
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The theme of his party was "Spongebob Squarepants" and this pillow/throw came from his sister (that third eye on Spongebob is actually the tag........so it's not a mutant version).<br />
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The day was off to a sugary start: Donuts for breakfast!<br />
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Later in the day, the birthday boy wanted to play at the nearby park. His sister, also young at heart sometimes, joined him on the swings (everyone else who were there age and height, were playing basketball nearby and swearing loudly).<br />
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From the park, we took the kids to our local mall, where the birthday boy wanted to buy a case for his new iPhone with the money he had received that morning. We also stopped at the bookstore, which was selling everything for half off and my daughter found a "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" hat for a great deal! Then my husband treated everyone to an Orange Julius (I had forgotten how tasty those were!). Another full dose of sugar...........<br />
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EcBagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-39525402883613229462011-05-23T14:52:00.000-07:002011-05-23T14:52:40.117-07:00Well...............I was planning to write about my son's birthday. He turned 13 last week. However, I'm in more of a sober frame of mind today. One of my kids' favorite children's pastors, "Pastor Ron" passed away yesterday, and it just either doesn't seem appropriate to post about a birthday party just yet. <br />
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My daughter, has been grieving as any normal person would, there have been several tearful bouts around here. For my son, this is probably the first time someone that he's felt close to has passed and the idea of what that means, is going to be a slow realization for him (Autism serves as a bubble that keeps him from really understanding these things right away, at least in his case). Right now, he isn't feeling like he needs to cry, but as he puts it, "I'm just sad in general". <br />
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So, probably in a few days, I'll get back to how we ushered another child into the teen years. <br />
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Before I start any chopping, I start cooking the rice. We bought this rice cooker a few years ago, and I think that it's the most used appliance (other than my stove) in the kitchen. I use Jasmine rice, as it cooks really clean (in that there is absolutely no residue on the lid of the cooker when all is said and done). Once the rice is cooked, put it in an airtight container and let it chill in the refridgerator. <br />
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While the rice cooks, I move to the cutting board and start chopping the onion (I chop it first to get the crying over with). I generally use a medium white or yellow onion, and dice the whole thing.<br />
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First, I sauté the fresh mushrooms, and then set them aside.....<br />
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Then, add a little more oil to the pan and sauté the onions and zucchini! <br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Elizabeth </span></span></i>Bagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-19314806603580893212011-04-10T23:13:00.000-07:002011-04-10T23:13:24.451-07:00Civics Lesson for the HomeschoolerBefore I start, I will be courteous enough, to warn you ahead of time, that there is a shameless plug coming up in this post. If you don't want to see it, I won't be offended if you scroll past it. If you do want to see it, it's there for your enlightenment, so to speak.<br />
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About a year ago, I had posted an entry about how our state, city and transportation commission had decided to rename a stretch of highway, using our tax dollars, against the wishes of the majority of our town's citizens. I also mentioned that my husband and a few other gentlemen came together and organized protests against this move, as well as spoke before our city council and our transportation commission, trying to remind them that the majority of constituents were against this idea. Signatures were gathered in an attempt to get something on the ballot so that things like this can be voted on by the voters, and not have the powers that be, make that decision for us. Unfortunately, we didn't get enough signatures. However, that led to my husband running for office (he garnered about 5 % of the vote). That experience also led him, and 3 other gentlemen (from the original group) to form a local political "watchdog" group, with the intent to bring things to the attention of the public, in order to keep our local government accountable to the public they were elected to serve. <br />
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So that brings me to what prompted the civics lesson. Personally, I think that any opportunity, to take your children to city, county, or state government meetings, that are open to the public, can count as civics lessons. You can teach your children how government is supposed to work, and then take them to the meetings so that they can see how it really works (how good or bad it works, depends on where you live).<br />
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Our local transit district is planning to place a rapid transit bus in an area of town that would be adversely affected by it's installation. The street that it's intended for is lined with businesses that will experience a huge disruption in their income or will be forced to lose or have to move their businesses altogether.<br />
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There have been city council meetings that were open to the public, hearings involving the transit district, and as of this past Tuesday, a hearing before the Metropolitan Policy Committee. My husband, his friends in the watchdog group, and several other business owners spoke, hoping to convince the committee to postpone the plans for this rapid transit line. <br />
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This was my attempt to get them to smile. My girl did a very good job. My boy, looks like he's trying to figure out how to pick on her or something.<br />
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When one goes to speak before a committee such as this one, one needs to get in line, and sign up for their time (which is about 3 minutes long, so speak fast)<br />
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My guess is that since there were only two, that it was either assumed that there wouldn't be a full room, or we wouldn't cause much trouble. In either case, they were right. <br />
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Anyway, two hours and over 40 speakers later, the committee decided that it was time for a break. Since my husband had already spoken, we decided to go on home. <br />
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Now for as much as my daughter was not looking forward to going to this meeting as it would be boring, she did remember what was said, and could discuss it with us a bit. I also saw her page on FB where she was explaining to a friend what the meeting was about. So I guess that counts somewhat toward an essay, written/verbal combo.........perhaps. <br />
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My son probably won't remember much about what was said at the meeting, but he does know what it was about, and he did do a very good job at sitting still and not complaining about how long the meeting was taking. Very good, considering that he didn't bring any drawing paper to keep him occupied.<br />
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Lp Bagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-188214867800058652011-03-10T12:20:00.000-08:002011-03-10T12:20:57.093-08:00House "Rules & Directions"Last Saturday evening, while the kids and I were at church, my husband stayed home and spent the quiet time, hanging up mirrors, pictures and any other wall-hanging that needed a place. Amongst the things needing hanging was my whiteboard/corkboard. I thought that the whiteboard would be handy for writing down things to add to my grocery list or menu or schedule. However, once it was hung, the kids wasted no time in finding the dry-erase markers and filling in the space. <br />
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My son has been pretending that our new kitchen is a department store restaurant and that our pantry (which is around the corner from this board) is an elevator. So like any department store, there is the sign giving directions (just in case anyone who is also living in the house, might lose their way. The picture on the bottom half is my daughter's drawing of the main character from the "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" books. <br />
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Elizabeth Bagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-35955980358001212702011-03-09T11:15:00.000-08:002011-03-09T11:15:11.574-08:00Moving WeekendI'm sorry that it's taken so long to get back to my moving story. I've been busy trying to unpack, keep our lives going, and get back into our school routine (which could be a different blog post because I've noticed some things have changed in the routine since moving).<br />
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So moving day arrives.............We have friends lined up to help us move, and a box of VooDoo Doughnuts and a fresh pot of coffee ready (to keep them happy as our friends). <br />
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The boy spent a lot of time in and around the U-Haul, not wanting to miss out riding in one. I think that to him, this was the equivalent of meeting a celebrity!<br />
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Valentine's Day also fell at the tail end of the moving weekend. Knowing that this was going to happen, I shopped a few weeks earlier and had everything prepared so this "holiday" would still be celebrated. It's also rather nice after a big move, to get some new things for new rooms. The kids received lot's of chocolates, and new books (which was nice for them since their books were still packed and in storage) and trinkets.<br />
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French toast for breakfast! I didn't have anything to cut them into the shape of hearts, but I don't think that my family cared. French toast is always tasty, especially when covered in sugar!<br />
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Bagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-56658911072014951072011-02-18T14:31:00.000-08:002011-02-18T14:31:23.853-08:00Moving Day Approaches!Well, in reality, it came and went............nearly a week ago.<br />
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Last Friday<br />
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We signed the papers, got the keys to the house, and rented a U-Haul. I would never, ever want to work at a U-Haul center. Those trucks were parked sooooo close together, and I was amazed that the employees could drive them out onto the lot without scratching the trucks on either side. <br />
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We took the U-Haul home, much to our son's delight (he had been talking about U-Haul's and drawing pictures of them for at least a week, so he was thrilled to see a "real life" one in our driveway. We loaded up the couches and dining room furniture and as many boxes and containers as the truck would hold, and took them to the new house. As you can see, the boy is resting in the new living room, tired from all of the excitement (and possibly because it was after 10PM).<br />
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Our new dining area, which we fully intend to eat all of our meals in (the rest of the house has carpet, and I'd like to avoid as much food spillage as possible. There is definitely more room to get around. Breathing a sigh of relief!<br />
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Take a look at those shelves! I've never had a cupboard with shelves that swung out. How convenient!<br />
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So that was Friday...........<br />
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I'm still unpacking and we still have a storage unit to empty out, but I will try to post more later.<br />
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Elizabeth Bagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-84350747281705327102011-01-31T22:12:00.000-08:002011-01-31T22:12:14.019-08:00Planning from the PantryWe're less than two weeks away from moving day. So I don't really want to transfer everything from the pantry to the new pantry. So, I'm attempting to plan my meals for the next two weeks, based on what I have on hand. <br />
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I rarely buy this, however I did a few weeks ago, so, why not break it out and treat the kids to some instant pudding! They didn't seem to mind.<br />
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EpBagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-78138446160206774322011-01-24T23:04:00.000-08:002011-01-24T23:04:58.692-08:00BasketballWe aren't really tried and true sports fans. We don't follow really any sporting events on tv or on the radio. However, when the Ducks are playing, we do pay a bit more attention to how their teams are doing. We had the opportunity to buy tickets for the first Lady Ducks basketball game (vs. the OSU Beavers) at the new Matthew Knight Arena. The tickets were only $2 each, so for a family of 4, that was a pretty good deal for entertainment. <br />
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The cool new score board in the middle of the arena!<br />
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Dear Daughter sitting next to her friend and having a fun conversation! I love her smile!<br />
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Occasionally, there would be a sign on the scoreboard that read "MAKE NOISE", which my son loved! Permission to make noise is a great thing for him. So this is the "Noise Meter" to let us know how loud we were. Dear son, enjoyed making noise for a short time and then he was done, and he was ready for everyone else to be done as well.<br />
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I asked what everyone wanted for NYE snacks and Heather asked for Oreos and Nutter Butters. To her, that would be adequate. We also bought a tray of cut veggies, which we wound up not eating. In the past, we've had things for dipping into a fondue, however, since Kevin has switched to a vegan diet, we didn't do that. On top of that, I wound up coming down with a fever and napping for 3 hours in the late afternoon, and that necessitated just getting a pizza. <br />
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Just a little humor from our New Year's Eve. We had some Martinelli's sparkling apple-grape juice to ring in the new year with. However, my son refused to have any, because it's an "alcohol wanna-be" and he's planning to never drink alcohol (Momma has such a good boy!).<br />
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LpBagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-66380093368618479572010-12-31T11:56:00.000-08:002010-12-31T11:56:25.662-08:00It's back again..........The flu bug is back again. Different symptoms than the ones we had last month, but once again, a holiday where we'll truly be relaxing and hanging out at home. It's the kind of bad feeling that makes a grown adult want their mama. Just to be there.<br />
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Now sick parents don't necessarily get the rest that they crave, because the house and kids won't take care of themselves.............or will they? My kids are old enough to fix their own lunches, pick up their own things and fold laundry. Mine are still able to do that, and then like their mother, rest between chores (except my son, who despite a sore throat, desperately wants to go somewhere today). I had planned to go out shopping for New Years treats for tonight, however, since I'd rather snuggle in a blanket and nap, and my husband isn't quite in the place at the moment, he offered to do that shopping for me and I really appreciate it. <br />
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EpBagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-58565931571622333302010-12-29T23:16:00.000-08:002010-12-29T23:16:23.189-08:00Christmas Break is Almost Over.........And I guess I should get caught up before the new year starts.<br />
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My daughter was in a play for our church's dessert theater. She didn't have a speaking part, but she gave a very good performance looking sad and forlorn. She called it her "Chad Dylan Cooper" look (anyone who watches "Sonny With a Chance" will know who that is). <br />
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Happy New Year,<br />
EpBagel's Life @ Home & Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16772407855847042208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477456124113638006.post-27473917909915365282010-12-05T21:55:00.000-08:002010-12-05T21:55:13.799-08:00Day 3Well it was another day to just stay home. Kevin's feeling a bit better (not totally well, but he's further ahead in this bug than I am), so he took care of me today. He bought me a magazine, rubbed my feet, and made dinner. So today, I was able to really rest. <br />
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