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Visiting the 1950s

Published October 17, 2017 by lynn k scott

Last night, for music and history, we used our smart TV and did a time-warp to the 1950s.  Since we have the technology, why not use it right?  In addition to the music, we discussed the clothing of the era and segregation.  She hadn’t heard the term before.  Once I explained what it was, she responds with, “That’s racism!”  She also picked up on the fact, that if her father and I had met in the 1950s, we probably wouldn’t have been together; being I am white and he is Filipino.  We have done our best to teach our daughter color doesn’t define a person; their actions do.

First up, Elvis Presley.  We discussed “Elvis the Pelvis”, the Ed Sullivan Show and how he was only filmed from the waist up.  We watched a clip from “Jailhouse Rock“.  My daughter giggled.  She’s been exposed to Elvis before because he is the King of Rock ‘n Roll and I’m a huge fan.  We can also thank reruns of “Full House” and “Uncle Jesse” for her Elvis knowledge.

From Elvis, we headed over to watch Bill Haley and the Comments.  When it was time to “Rock Around The Clock“, the lil miss jumped up off the couch and shouted, “dance with me!”  She was having a blast.  That last until my dog decided my daughter was getting far too much attention he was going to cut in on our fun.

From there we discussed a variety of musical artists and jumped over to watch Ritchie Valens in action.  We discussed his, Buddy Holly’s and the Big Bopper’s untimely deaths.  While I showed her pictures of the real Ritchie, we watched the clip of Lou Diamond Phillips portraying Ritchie and singing La Bamba.   We discussed how his name was changed to a more “mainstream” name for the times.

Our last music clips were courtesy of the Everly Brothers.  “All I Have To Do Is Dream” and “Cathy’s Clown” were the two selections we watched.  Of the clips my daughter watched, surprisingly, “All I Have To Do Is Dream” was her favorite.

I know “Cathy’s Clown” was from 1960, but it was my sister’s Kathi’s favorite song when she was young (because it had her name in it) and it’s a great segway to our next trip through the ages…

Get ready for the British invasion, the beginning of “boy bands” (thanks to the Beatles), add a little peace, love and hippies and we’re all set to discuss the 1960s.

 

 

 

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A Musical Trip Through the Decades

Published October 15, 2017 by lynn k scott

Last night, we chose to go to Mel’s Diner for dinner.  If you’re unfamiliar with this restaurant, it’s reminiscent of a 1950s diner.  Many tables have small jukeboxes you can request songs on.  Then the songs play throughout the restaurant.  While the food is just on the average side, the atmosphere is fun.  The music played, either by patrons or the establishment, always provides good conversation topics and some memories.

I made a comment to my daughter how I received my first record player when I was 13 years old.  That I received my first record album and that’s the only one I had until I could buy more.  Her response, “what’s a record player?”   Oh!  What? Did the generation gap just come full circle?!

Break out the phone, look up, ‘record player’, and show here what I was talking about.  Then, being the homeschool mom I am, I have decided this upcoming week, we will have a musical trip through the decades.  That was after a Beatles’ song came on and she made a face and said there were better boy bands available.  Had to break it to my preteen that the Beatles were THE boy band, of that time.  She seems to forget her boy band, One Direction, wouldn’t be the teen idols they are today, without the Beatles paving the way for them.

Starting Monday, we will visit the 1950s.  Talk about the artists of that era.  Discuss issues going on during that time.  I get to “visit” Elvis again.  Ok, so I might have been born in the wrong generation.  Then we will move onto the 60s, 70s, 80s and finally the 90s; by week end.

It should be a fun way to incorporate some modern history via music.  After all, music plays such a huge role in marking important milestones in our lives and in making memories:  childhood memories, songs your parents liked (and you laughed at), first song danced to, wedding songs, songs your kids would stop crying to, break-up songs, etc.

I completely expect eye-rolling and “are we done yet” responses.  I do hope my lil miss can take away something as we dance our way through the ages.

Homeschooling: Life Skills

Published October 12, 2017 by lynn k scott

This year, our homeschooling journey has landed in the 6th grade.  In addition to my daughter learning how to take detailed notes, beginning to independent research, math, grammar, science, etc., she participates in Life Skills.

If we were in a brick and mortar school, the skills she is learning might be classified as home economics.  However, it’s more than just that.  She is learning to make grocery shopping lists, assisting with pet care, cooking for herself as well as her family, doing laundry, etc.

In our home, my husband doesn’t cook.  It’s a fact; he doesn’t know how.  I, on the other hand, have a catering and hospitality background, so I am passing my cooking and baking knowledge to her.chicken adobo

Since school began in August, she has learned to and can make grilled cheese, fried hot dogs, fried eggs, chicken adobo with rice and ramen.  She has been exposed to making pot roast, pan-seared pork chops (finished in the oven) and baked chicken and chicken wings.

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Now, to be be fair, the chicken adobo and rice shown are actually for a church event, but it’s the same food she proudly makes for her family ever week now.  She won’t even let me make it any more and gives ME tips on what I should be doing in the kitchen.  If she only knew, I’ve been at this about 30+ years longer than her.  It’s a cute sentiment though.

In addition on learning important cooking skills, when she has to follow a recipe and using measuring cups and/or spoons, she is reinforcing her fractions.

Lastly, spending time in the kitchen will create memories that one day, she will remember as she stands in her kitchen, showing her children, what I taught her.  Life skills….so important….not just in a technical sense.

Now for the curve ball…

Published September 15, 2017 by lynn k scott

I haven’t posted in awhile; longer than it should have been.  I’ve been struggling with my health.  For those of you who follow this blog, you’re aware I am less than a fan of the medical profession.   Ok, ok, I actually loathe it and view dealing with doctors and health facilities as a necessary evil.

I’ve had multiple issues trying to be seen for an ongoing issue.  First specialists were only working when I had to pick my daughter up from school.  Perish the thought they work past 3 o’clock.  Then, I couldn’t find a native English-speaking doctor.  Hold up…hop off that train of thought you are beginning to process.  I had a non-native doctor dismiss my symptoms because she didn’t take me seriously.  When she finds it appropriate to recommend a banana and drinking more water (without knowing my dietary habits), yup, it justifies walking out and asking for a US-born physician.  Heaven-forbid wanting an English-speaking doctor is the sin the medical practice made it out to be.  How dare I? Sorry, hiring native Spanish-speaking, Farsi-speaking, Chinese-speaking doctors, for the comfort of the patient is no different than what I was asking.  All in all, I ended up being banned for my instance on seeing a female doctor; whose first language was English.

Onto waiting for the first of the month to be seen by another practice.  Oh, I’m a new patient and haven’t been “established”.  That means my necessary appointment can wait an additional two weeks while the insurance carrier and practitioner discriminate new and established patients and refuse to give them the next available appointment.

Finally!  I see a doctor.  She regurgitates a peptic ulcer that I was treated for a year ago and I’m there to see her about the same issue as the treatment was effective.  She cannot understand my not wanting a scope stuck down my throat to test for an ulcer that I tell her I am not suffering from; that something else is wrong.  She tells me I have insurance and can’t see the big deal in my refusal.  Ummm…invasive and a 20% copay AFTER a $1500 deductible.  Welcome to the real world, Doc.  I refill the ulcer meds anyway. I message her for three days in a row:  medicine is not working.

I gave up.  She was ignoring me because I refused an unnecessary procedure.  I chose to look the other way regarding my copays and headed to the Emergency Room (ER).  The ER thanked me for coming in.  I apparently have Intussusception.   That’s being caused by Tubulovillous of the colon.

Needless to say, I am already sick of dealing with the G.I. dept, the oncology dept, as well as constant communication with my surgeon.  Yup, next week I go under the knife for a few hours to have a good section of my colon removed.  The ulcer, that two doctors said I have was actually a polyp that grew to be 10-15 cm and is blocking 80% of my colon. I paid copay after copay, because I was in PAIN.  Let me tell you, the pain is nothing short of being in second to third stage labor, for weeks at a time.  I have been trying to resolve this, actively, for over a year.  Doctors:  LISTEN TO YOUR PATIENTS!!!

I’m glad to have a diagnosis and treatment plan.  I’m not happy with knowing, every doctor I have spoken with, while telling me we will have to wait for pathology, believes I have cancer.  We have to wait for the mass to be removed and tested.

I can deal with having cancer, if that’s what the test shows.  Telling my kids, esp. my older children who watched both my parents get diagnosed and ultimately watched my father and sister lose their cancer battles is scary.  Telling my 11-year old, who is basically being raised as an only child is terrifying.  She is already emotional with my first hospital stay and my upcoming surgery and longer hospital adventure. She has heard the word, ‘cancer’, but has no idea what it truly means. Children shouldn’t feel afraid for their parents.

While my family, friends and church have been extremely supportive, whenever you are forced to face your mortality, your brain goes into overdrive.  I have given this to God.  I know he has a plan for me; even if I don’t understand it.  I am used to being independent. I don’t want those who depend on me to worry.  I just pray for strength for my family.

LME Weddings

Published June 21, 2017 by lynn k scott

I’ve gone and done it.  I’ve started my own wedding planning business.  I attempted this several years ago, but now the timing is right.

LME Weddings & Events has taken shape and I’m in the process of building my business. At the moment, I’m still working my “day job”, but the goal is to have a profitable business within the next three years.

Yes, I’m tired of working for someone else.  It’s not even that as much as it is, while I’m good at what I do, I’m not happy doing it.  Work is currently and ends to a means.  Why not be in business and see happiness in yourself as well as your clients?  Right?

So, that’s what I did.

LME Weddings is still a work in progress; as far as the website goes.  I also have a Facebook presence.  Advertising is advertising and the more I get the word out, the sooner my business will grow.

With returning to homeschooling next year, I want to be home with my daughter.  While I may have to work for someone else during her junior high years, the plan is to be home while she completes high school.  I’m excited to finally see a dream, that’s been years in the making, taking shape and having life breathed into it.

If you’re in the Solano, Yolo or Sacramento areas, let me know how I can help you with you wedding/event planning details!

A Return to Homeschool

Published April 24, 2017 by lynn k scott

Discussions, research, contemplation and prayer, it’s been decided my daughter will return to homeschool for next year.  While I LOVE the small, private, Christian school she is in, we financially can no longer afford to send her.  The money spent on the school could be allocated to other bills that won’t take a backseat.

Sixth grade, junior high, here we come!  I refuse to jump on the “Middle School” bandwagon.  It was good enough to be called junior high for me, that’s what her current school calls it and that’s what we’ll continue to call it.

I briefly contemplated using a charter school because I could have received a stipend for educational-related expenditures from the district.  While charters are supposed to allow more flexibility, for a public school, the down side is, they are still a public school.  I became very upset just filling out the application.  That seems silly, right?  Perhaps.

The last two years, we have had this wonderful school.  There’s no PC-ness in play.  They ask for the mother’s and father’s signature on the application.  While, I know there are many, many types of families, I admire they still acknowledge parents.

While filling out the charter application, it asked for the parents’ name.  Then it asked who the child resides with.  Why was “parents”, “mother” or “father” not even options? The option available:  “Guardian 1”, “Guardian 2” and “Guardian 3” as the primary choices.  What?!  The nuclear family, while it has taken on some changes, still does exist.

When I brought this up to the charter, I received the approved response, “the options are within state guidelines”.  Ah yes, good ole’ California and the front-runner of “don’t offend anyone”.  I’m sorry but if the state of California is overseeing my daughter’s education, they should at the very least know that a “parent” and “guardian” are actually different words.

I was a guardian to my nieces for a year.  I didn’t give birth or adopt them.  I was their aunt.  They lived with me.  I made their important decisions.  I fed and clothed them.  I was their guardian.

Over the course of several evenings, unable to sleep, I kept researching charter schools and their requirements.  In addition to their inability to accept parents as a legitimate term, they follow Common Core.  Not to get into this educational nightmare, but let’s just say I’m not a fan and I won’t play nice with the district if they were insistent on how an answer was obtained vs if it was the correct answer.  That’s not how the adult world works and that’s what I’m raising; a child to an adult.

That being said, I reached peace when I realized, we will return to a Christian-based curriculum.  Where it’s acceptable to have my daughter’s homework include Biblical lessons, morality, and ethical responses in it.  Once that decision was made, the decision to return to homeschool became so much simpler.

I know homeschooling isn’t for everyone.  I know the state has to have some boundaries. Yet, they have overstepped and are reaching for what they aren’t entitled to.  My daughter can learn to think critically without being tested excessively just to “prove a point” or “be another score for the district”.

I am grateful for the ability to be able to register as a private school.  To teach my child in a modern way, yet have a Christian foundation.  I am excited to see what the next school year will bring us.  I’m sure my daughter will continue her spiritual and emotional growth, while on her educational journey.

And the Oscar goes to….

Published March 27, 2017 by lynn k scott

If you’re a parent of a preteen or a teenager, esp. if she’s a girl, then you are probably used to theatrics on some level.  I swear to you, my 11-year old has a movie career just waiting for her to embrace.

It turns out, a friend and mom, of a preteen boy, found this app, called, “Teen Safe”.  I actually chose to go with MMGuardian Parental Control.  In essence, it turns the cell phone into a paper weight; for whatever hours you choose.  I admit it, I should be better about app searching, because I LOVE this idea.

When my daughter and husband returned home last night, I told them about this wonderful app.  Ok, I thought it was wonderful.  The look of horror on my daughter’s face summed up how great this app truly is going to be.  I suppose I took a bit too much pleasure in her thought of not being able to access her phone for a set number of hours.  To be fair, she should be sleeping when the hours are in effect anyway.

After the look of shock, she sank to her knees, called me a demon and began to contemplate the impending “lock down” of her precious phone.  Now if you recall, she currently attends a small, private, Christian school. Suddenly, she jumps up, runs out the door, but not before uttering, “May the power of Christ repel you!”

I almost busted out laughing.  I’m a demon in need of an exorcism apparently.  All for making sure she gets a good night’s sleep without cellular distraction.  After the amusement wore off, I thought to myself, “well, at least I’m getting my money’s worth (for her school)”.

All in all, I was quite proud of myself.

Yet, the Oscar goes to…

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