I printed off some writing steps that I found on a homeschool blog. I wish I remembered which one.
I love these steps, so I decided to laminate them. Once they were protected, I taped them to the dining room window.
Since we don’t have a dedicated school room, we do some work at the kitchen table. Since my daughter will have writing assignments this year, I wanted to have the steps available for her to use when she is completing assignments.
It’s little things like this, that individualizes our school. We get to choose how we decorate our “class”.
Today was like any other day at the office. Well it was, until someone chose to make garlic bread and make me REALLY hungry. Having Celiac’s Disease, I couldn’t partake in the glorious garlic-filled aroma that now permeated the office. I returned to my office, shut the door, hoping to seal off some of the intoxicating smell that comes from garlic.
It didn’t work; sadly.
So here I am, sitting at my desk, thinking about the gluten-free caesar salad I had waiting for me this lunch-hour. To say it paled in comparison to garlic and butter, dripping from glutenous bread, would be an understatement. It’s hard trying not consume anything gluten when it smells as if Heaven is relocating to your nose.
I had to make a lunch adjustment. I took myself to the store to pick up an Udi’s gluten-free pizza. After all, $7.00 for a frozen pizza is better than $20.00 for the same pizza from the local pizza place. Don’t get me started on the over-charging restaurants get away with because it’s “gluten-free”.
I make my way back to the office, preheat the oven, and return when I hear it’s at temperature. I notice thick plumes of smoke coming up from the burner. That can’t be good. I open the oven just enough to have clouds of smoke escape and cloud the office halls along with a burnt smell.
Dang it! Now, I’m gonna get blamed for this one. I quickly throw in my pizza and rationalize it’s only 12 minutes of cooking time. I start to return to my office and see exactly how much smoke is lingering in the halls. It was probably an unnecessary assumption that the smoke detector would go off and then water would rain down from the ceiling, destroying all our electronic equipment.
OFF! Back to the kitchen and turn the oven off. Fan on HIGH! Open windows and doors. Not really giving a care the air conditioning is on. I wait a few minutes before retrieving my pizza. The cheese is half-melted. Not fully cooked. Put it on a plate and into the nuker for a 30 seconds.
It’s official. This pizza sucks. The smoke has stopped coming up through the burner. I use a towel and move the oven rack and start wiping up, what appears to be butter.
That damn garlic bread started all this. It started my craving, led to the pizza purchase and then it ruined the cooking of said pizza. I’m left with an office full of smoke and some gluten-free gelato. Who knew I would need that today? I am just grateful I picked some up. It will make me feel better, esp. now that I will be cleaning the oven.
As I was hugging my precocious nine-year old good-bye this morning, the following conversation occurred:
Lil miss: Mommy, you’re really white.
Me: Yes, dear, I was born this way.
Lil miss: White like a vampire’s butt.
I am Irish descent; I’m white as rice. My adorable meztisa (half Filipina/half white) child is a beautiful caramel color. As she puts it, her mom is light, she is medium and her dad is dark. I love her analogies. She never ceases to amaze me with her perspectives.
I have a culinary obsession. I have to place blame with my old neighbor for starting it. He was moving and had a garage sale. Seems harmless, right?
Little did I know, the three pieces of bakeware I bought for $20, included two Le Creuset pieces.
If you are unfamiliar with these multicolor pieces, they are quality non-porous stoneware, glazed interior (for easy clean-up), heavy and can give some “sticker shock” when they check the price tag.
I currently only afford to add to my Le Creuset collection by saving a little and taking advantage of clearance sales.
Yesterday, while perusing Sur La Table, I came across a very nice selection of Le Creuset and most of it was on clearance. Sadly, much of it was out of my price range even with it discounted.
I found a piece, that had been marked down twice and was 40% off. I made a comment to hubby about how our anniversary was just a couple weeks away.
After walking through the store, we stopped back to look at the cookware again. I was gifted a new piece for my collection.
This 12.5″, 3.5 quart dish has a new home! It can go in the oven, broiler, grill, freezer and microwave and dishwasher.
I am moving away from cooking in metal pans and using glass or stoneware or ceramic. I cook quite extensively, so the expense is justifiable to me; even if I use birthdays, anniversaries and Christmas presents to obtain them.
If you are a closet chef, kitchen guru or need a really nice wedding present, I highly suggest purchasing Le Creuset pieces. They have everything you need to transform a kitchen.
August will begin our third full year of homeschooling. Hello fourth grade! While I admit, I was very overwhelmed when we began our homeschooling journey, I am blessed that we were guided down this educational journey.
A friend of mine has decided to homeschool her daughter. She let me know of a local homeschool co-op and suggested I join. I was wary. I had done my research into local groups. To be honest, most aren’t helpful; if I can even locate them. The reason being, I am also a working mom and we do new lessons in the evening and weekends with homework during the day.
I was assured this group was different. There wasn’t a membership fee. They got together weekly, late afternoons and early evening. Hmmmm? I might be able to utilize that time-frame. Ok, here goes a new adventure. I joined the group. Granted, I’ve only “met” them on Facebook; so far. This Friday, we will meet for our first group get-together.
I’ve been asking questions of the group. We are registered as a private school. Anyone else? Yes, yes there are others like us! They have also checked out local charter schools, as I did and they knew which ones I was referring to. Ok, that’s nicer than just my other online groups. Having them based locally helps a bit more; there’s a connection.
I am not sure I would have made it this far without online, homeschooling support. I am very interested in seeing how local, in-person support is going to help us. I think it will be a good experience for my daughter to make friends with other kids who learn similar to her educational structure. Perhaps she will gain a different perspective? Maybe we can find other homeschoolers who are also learning ASL (American Sign Language) and have practice buddies?
Regardless of how this turns out, it’s another experience we are utilizing in this educational pursuit. I, for one, am looking forward to the upcoming interactions. I am impressed with the group, and it’s only been a week. I look forward to thinking, “why didn’t I do this sooner?”
Question time: If you homeschool, are you part of co-op? Why or why not?
“[Children] need more work with you (the parents), fewer toys, more service for others, less sports and amusements (which tend to put self before others), more self control, patriotism, productiveness and responsibility. In short, they need guidance along the path to self-worth as children of God. Parents and home, undiluted, usually do these things best.” (Dorothy and Raymond Moore)
I am a proud Blue Star Mom. I am fortunate enough to be part of a local Blue Star Mothers chapter.
For those who don’t know what a Blue Star Mother is, it’s mothers who have children serving in the military. You normally hear about Blue Stars when their children deploy.
Part of what we do, as a chapter, is attending various events, collect donations and inform the community we are here to support our activity duty and vets, as well as their families.
While sitting in our booth this weekend, at the rib cook off, I was quickly handed a trivet with a business card. The gentleman said, “Semper Fi” as he returned back to his booth.
I was stunned. We really don’t expect acknowledgment. When we do, it is often from those we support. I will never get used to it.
After recovering from my beautiful surprise gift, I walked over to the Marine vet’s booth and properly thanked him for the gift. Two other Blue Star Moms who were also working that day, received trivets as well.
Such a small token made my day. I am proud of what we do. Whether we are shipping 100 care packages to deployed troops, helping get donations to mail those packages, collecting hygiene supplies, helping a local shop donate a car to a local Airman, we are moms making a difference.