21 November, 2014

Oct. Field Trips

We've been busy little bees this fall & I took very few pictures, so you'll just have to take my word for it. I started school a bit early on the same day w/ another friend. A promised playdate was motivation to wrap up our first school day successfully & we went to her house to play. She & I were thrilled, all of the children kind of underwhelmed. "Meh. School." I didn't let that bring me down, we've been in a looser but on track schedule than ever. This is my 4th formal year as homeschooling mom & I am just now kind of feeling like I know what I'm doing. We had 2 field trips in Oct. that were fun, low budget & broke the monotony. The historical society has a bunch of 18th century re-enactors who put out 12 real neat informative booths for grade schoolers about mountain life during the Revolutionary War. The Overmountain Man March is our county's historical pride. I disremember all of them, but they showcased blacksmithing, traditional music, weapons, textiles, a play, crops, tanning & some others. There were 12 stations, that I know. We rotated by sound of musket fire. Leora picked that week to potty train herself. (I swear I didn't initiate, she's spooky smart.)So I had to run her stroller back & forth to the porta potty (YUCK for a baby!)& she was holding her muscles EVERY SINGLE TIME. It's not convenient out of the house, but I do enjoy 1 load of nap & night diapers as opposed to 3 all day intermixed w/ poo's. No more scrubbing! She just pats her hip & says "Oh!" in a certain tone I've come to recognize. Our second trip was the RenFaire; the children loved it, especially Victor who has not had his hair cut in almost a year in an attempt to grow it our "mid-evil style." Again, home school passes at $9.00 a ticket rather than the usual $21.00. The girls loved the clothes (we were all dressed up, save Mike). Victor liked the jousting best. Mike & I enjoyed bread bowels of soup like we used to eat at Busch Gardens & the glassblowing demonstrations. I became a goodwyfe rather than a housewife (same thing + or - 400 years.) I got to wear my hoopskirt & other things I rarely wear & got comments of approval from professional faire riggers. I aimed to fit in w/ the peasantry, & might have been the only one; everyone loves to deck out in finery but my sewing skills are not up to it.

25 September, 2014

Hola, All I Have is Christ

 I'm not sure if I'm back to blogging or not, so don't get excited. I remember a lot of feelings from my childhood; not a whole lot of actual events, I just mostly lived in my head & books. But looking at Victor I wondered how I would feel at 8 if blogging had existed & mom had put our lives up to see. My life was very different from his but I know I would have hated being put on display w/ every fiber of my being. Hence the hiatus.

So, I don't know where this will be going. I do like the accountability & inspiration I see on home school themed blogs; it's something to think about. I dislike the taking & posting of a million pictures, another blog turn off. Pictures have become cheap & I think an underlying source of societal narcissism. Hey, that sounds like a blog post topic. Maybe.

I'm taking some free classes through canvas.net. One of them is immersion conversational spanish (Cada Dia) & we were supposed to find la cancion en espanol, y disfrutes de las canciones de sus amigos. I copied that, but I understood it to mean finding a song in spanish, & post the video to your classmates/ friends. I found this animation on a spanish/ english playlist late last night & couldn't find it in spanish but we sing the song at church. It reminded me of Ray Boltz's Pledge Allegiance to the Lamb, but I do love this song.

10 April, 2014

Frozen Wash

My mom sent Frozen over in the mail last weekend, along w/ the sound track. We made it our Sat. movie & w/ Mike doing clinicals, the soundtrack must have played 6-8 hours straight. Thanks mom!

I had heard the "Let it Go" song before watching & liked it. However when watching the movie, the opening, "Frozen Heart" moved to my favorite spot. I like men's ensembles, & this has a fun ethnic/ peasant vibe to it. BUT listening to it in the back ground for hours straight made me a little loopy. I discovered that this is a natural laundry song! Here is the song if you don't know it.

My adaptation begins w/ the rapid washer plunging up & down & picking up on

Born of soap & water clear,
the laundry pile declining
There's dirt & stains impressed right here
They meet on the washboard shining!

So plunge through the water
Plunge again
Scrub on the board
Make a din

Grass stains, blood & oil shan't win
Scrub the stains apart!
On the final rinse depart.
 "Hyup! Ho!
Soak & wash; go!"
"Hyup! Ho!
 Rinse & hang; go!"

 Constant! Eternal! Millenia old!
 Wash day at home will clean your clothes.
Soak & wash once!
Rinse twice again!
Wring, hang & let the sun begin!


It's silly, but unlike my "Do you want to build a smoothie?" song, I finished it, lol. Happy poetry month!

28 March, 2014

I've Been Relieved

I decided to put Victor on morning jobs duty because I was stretched too thin. He came out w/ me every day for the month of Feb. for job training. He is slow but thorough so I try to have him out there a little earlier. We work very differently. Whereas I throw clothes on & literally run from yard to animals back & forth, he takes 20 min. to get out of bed & dressed, 10 more min. to put his gear on & then walks hunched over, hands in his pockets trying to conserve warmth by not moving, stepping as slow as you can imagine. I wanted to scream. It was not unusual for breakfast to be finished around 10:00 during Feb.
I'm so proud of him though. He grains the goats, hays them, bottle feeds the baby, mucks out their shed, fills the waters, releases the chickens & collects eggs from professional hens who lay in the morning like they should. We have only a few of those. We had a lot of great conversations & I enjoyed hanging out w/ him. Charlotte would be inside babysitting while I was training him & still be in pj's when we came back in to have coffee together.
So now I'm babysitting & making things like waffles & banana bread for breakfast. Months of oatmeal are gone & everyone is happy about that. I send Charlotte out to help him & do chicken things after she's done the bathroom as it is more like drudgery for him w/out company. He's seeing early morning things that he didn't know about & really enjoys the new goat. I think he's also proud of being big enough so that the goats don't try to butt him anymore. Hooray for manhood!

20 March, 2014

A Coat Hanger Necklace for Abortion Supporters...No Really

The main purpose of my blog is for out of state family to keep tabs on us & see what we're up to. Well, what I've been up to is subscribing to The Matt Walsh Blog this week. I'm looking through some past entries trying to find something to disagree on him w/, but coming up short. Anyway, this mornings post was just a mental double take. I paid to have babies murdered & all I got was this coat hanger necklace?

Proverbs 6:16,17
These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him:
17A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood,

I paid to have babies murdered and all I got was this coat hanger necklace?

In these lean times, we must be discerning about the causes to which we donate our energy and money.
Sure, we’d like to give to every worthy charity and needy neighbor, but alas our resources are finite.
So, do we perhaps give a portion of our expendable income to a homeless shelter or soup kitchen? Do we give to starving children in Africa? Do we put our money towards education for the disadvantaged?
Do we concentrate on nurturing, sheltering, clothing, protecting, blessing, and loving our fellow human beings? Or do we negate the need for such things by opting to fund the extermination of the very sorts of humans that might end up requiring our charity, should they be permitted to exist in the first place?
Do we feed them, treating them like hungry friends, or do we fumigate, treating them like swarming cockroaches?
If the ease and efficiency of the latter option appeal to you, The DC Abortion Fund is here to help. They are an “all volunteer, non-profit” organization dedicated to offering abortion grants to underprivileged women. No word on whether they are the sort of non-profit that doesn’t turn a profit, or the sort of non-profit that, like Planned Parenthood, rakes in over a billion dollars a year (half from taxpayers), pays their executives enormous six figure salaries, and banks a large but totally non-profitable profit.
Whatever the case, as the website stipulates, their services are needed because women face a “multitude of state and national restrictions designed to deny their access” to abortion.
True enough. Think of the rigorous controls they have in places like Pennsylvania, where a serial killer was able to operate a well known baby butchery in plain sight for three decades, with nothing stopping him from keeping baby corpses in his fridge, or drowning babies in the toilet, or segregating his waiting room based on race, or drugging women with dangerous narcotic cocktails, or perforating their insides with unsterilized equipment leaving some of them dead or permanently infertile.
Imagine what he could have done without all of those restrictions cramping his style.
Luckily, The DC Abortion Fund — much like Gosnell himself — likes to keep it classy. That’s why they offer a gift to anyone who chooses to donate to their organization:
coat hanger
A coat hanger pendant.
Yes, really, a coat hanger pendant.
How might this be described? Well, some particularly sensitive folks may use a word like “offensive,” or “despicable,” or “disgusting,” or “maniacal,” or “crass,” or “psychotic,” or “evil,” or “degrading,” or “repugnant,” or “repulsive,” or “vulgar, or even “debasing and cruel,” but not everyone shares these sentiments.
Pro-choicers have taken to Twitter to express their gratitude for the unique opportunity to fund a child’s murder AND sport a fashionable piece of jewelry to commemorate the occasion:
Who wouldn’t want to help, Colleen?
Personally, I love this idea.
I wish more abortion groups would be this honest and forthright about their intentions and their character.
In fact, I love the idea so much that I’d like to offer a few suggestions for future fundraising incentives.
Here’s one:
Next year, maybe they should give a KKK medal to their loyal donors.
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This spiffy accessory could represent the abortion movement’s startling success at doing something that the KKK could only dream of accomplishing: the mass genocide of an entire generation of black people.
For some strange reason, pro-choicers were silent last week when news broke that, in 2012, more black babies were aborted in New York City than born. Overall, black people make up 13 percent of the population, but 30 – 35 percent of abortions, as even this pro-choice website will attest. Since 1973, it’s estimated that about 16 million black people have been killed through abortion.
Could anyone possibly argue that the black population has benefited from such a steep reduction in its numbers? Could anyone pretend to have great concern for minority groups while actively promoting policies that will lead directly to their extinction?
Abortion has been unquestionably devastating to the black race, and the same political party that enthusiastically supports it is the same political party that owned slaves, opposed civil rights, and founded the KKK.
Coincidence, I suppose.
Hey, here’s another nifty idea:
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This breast cancer ribbon could remind donors that they are helping to increase breast cancer across the nation. Despite the assertions of biased academics and media types, the link between abortion and breast cancer is well established. A meta-analysis by Chinese researchers, published in a peer reviewed journal called Cancer Causes and Control, found that women had a 44 percent increased risk of breast cancer after an abortion. After two abortions it jumped to 76 percent. After three, the risk went to 89 percent.
Indeed, out of the 70-some studies on the abortion-cancer link, over fifty of them found an association.
Or how ’bout this:
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A heart necklace represents the unborn child’s heartbeat, which can be heard only a few weeks after gestation (although it doesn’t count as ‘alive’ until an arbitrary point sometime later). The vast majority of abortions happen after the baby’s heartbeat can be detected.
Here’s another idea:
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This is a pendant with a literary quote from a Jack Kerouac novel, but when I see it I can’t help but think of pro-choicers. Specifically, I can’t help but think of the common abortion enthusiast’s claim that a “fetus” is a human but not a person.
This is confusion at its most confused.
They realize that the unborn child’s status as a human cannot be denied. It is not up for debate. It is a scientific reality, and the conversation is long since settled. Instead, they try to draw a distinction between “human” and “person.” This is a dubious argument, mostly because the dictionary defines “person” this way: “a human being.”
If you really want to parse these concepts, you might say that a person is the actual self of a human being. In other words, it would be accurate to say that a dead human is still a human but not a person. Or else, the corpse is a human corpse, but it is not itself a person. Now, is an unborn human the same as a dead human? No, of course not. “Unborn” is really just a matter of development and physical location, whereas “dead” is a much more permanent and non-negotiable situation.
The question becomes this: does the fetus have a self? If it does then it is a person. If it is a person then it has rights. Here we get to the most confused bit of confusion in the perpetually confused pro-choice position. They claim that the fetus — though it exists, and is alive, and is human — has no self. But how can this be? Trace your own self back through your timeline. Retrace all of your steps. Go backwards through your entire existence and your path will lead you directly to your fetal state. I can follow the Path of You, right to the point when the Reality of You went from a mere potential to a solid actual. That point is, and can only be, conception.
YOU were once a fetus. The fetus was YOU. YOU were the fetus. How could you be you but not you at the same time? How could you be the potentiality of you, but also the actuality of you, all at once? How can ANYTHING be at once fully potential and fully actual? How can I be potentially me and actually me? How can you track your existence back to the existence of a thing that was you, but wasn’t you?
My head hurts.
Maybe this is a bit too abstract for a fundraiser giveaway.
Maybe this is better:
coat hanger
Perhaps the coat hanger is the best idea, after all.
I’m not sure what they were going for, but to me it symbolizes the myth of the “safe” abortion. We pretend that the clinics provide a less hazardous experience than back alleys and coat hangers, but it’s all a charade. A show. A merciless ploy, and women are the victims.
“Safe” abortions have killed at least 400 women.
The “reproductive health care industry” funnels them through, takes their money, and spits them out the other end, leaving many (all) to deal with the very real consequences. According to the Elliot Institute, 31 percent of post abortive women report physical complications, while 65 percent suffer from PTSD.
A peer reviewed study, published in the British Journal of Psychiatry, found that women who’ve had abortions suffer from an 81 percent higher risk of mental health problems.
Worst of all, the suicide rate among these women is tragic and startling.
Safe for who, exactly?
Safe for the abortionists, I guess.
Every once in a very, very long while one of them might find their prestigious baby-killing career cut short by a misguided anti-abortion vigilante, but this is an extreme rarity. For the most part, they make out pretty well. The same can’t be said for their victims — both mother and child — but at least someone’s making a few bucks out of the deal, right?
Actually, the Bible would suggest a very different sort of necklace to these abortionists:
As Jesus said, “whoever causes harm to one of the little ones, it would be better if a millstone were hung around his neck and he were drowned in the depth of the sea.”
Well, maybe that’s a fundraiser for a different year.

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18 March, 2014

My Chameleon

Charlotte is in this imitative phase that is adorable or annoying depending on who you are. She decided to be Mike this morning & opened a book to pretend it was the computer, had a little cup of pretend coffee & went outside to have a pretend cigarette. Fiona the Feral was startled at this change. This is adorable.

But it's annoying if you're Miranda & were already having a successful princess game by making a flight of royal stairs to your royal counter throne. Charlotte is a show stealer but not on purpose. She's passionate & wholly involved in whatever world she's created. I think most of our conflict (& she is the main conflict initiator) stems from her running into reality.

16 March, 2014

K.P. Yohannon on Head Covering.

I first heard of K.P Yohannon when my aunt gave me the book Revolution In World Missions.  Not my usual kind of book, but it was from such a different (indigenous) perspective than I usually get & he gives his testimony in such an engaging style I devoured it. So I was pleased to stumble over his new little Head Coverings book. Most people know I already cover but if there's a sister out there who has been thinking of it (or never given it a thought!) this is a neat little booklet for some exploration on the topic.

Apparently there's a movement! http://www.headcoveringmovement.com/