tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22249244069220372992011-09-23T19:39:40.043-04:00Bleuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12580037696834147314noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224924406922037299.post-26074665225172712312009-08-12T02:43:00.010-04:002009-08-12T03:19:58.095-04:00

I have the world's most affectionate son. When my husband leaves for work, The Boy's feet hit the floor and he jumps in bed with me to cuddle or whisper or fall back asleep. He is huggy and lovey and likes to show me affection. He doesn't care who sees him love his mommy, either; at least, he used to not care. The first time The Boy decided he was A Big Boy was last year; he had just turned eight

Bleuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12580037696834147314noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224924406922037299.post-24242166921353379592009-08-10T14:12:00.002-04:002009-08-10T14:20:32.853-04:00

I've always liked this song, but I think this is my favorite version.

Bleuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12580037696834147314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224924406922037299.post-69146028852186800442009-08-04T18:16:00.007-04:002009-08-04T23:06:32.190-04:00

Assumptions: We all make them, and we've all heard what making them does.Sometimes assumptions are based on actual personal knowledge about someone we know.Many times, however--especially when dealing with the big world of people who live inside the internet--assumptions are made based on nothing other than the 'About Me' box we read on someone's blog. That opinion, formed in the space of seconds

Bleuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12580037696834147314noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224924406922037299.post-50367697107266252202009-08-03T00:29:00.006-04:002009-08-03T09:08:39.054-04:00

This commercial makes me laugh because the kid is just so adorable!I hope it gives you a smile on this Monday.

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Earlier this year, the kids and I read a beautifully narrated (and illustrated) book set during the Civil War. Crossing Bok Chitto: A Choctaw Tale of Friendship and Freedom is the story of a young Choctaw girl who lives across the river from a young boy born into slavery. One scene in the story depicts the characters as invisible, which led us to discuss the meaning of suspension of disbelief. My

Bleuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12580037696834147314noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224924406922037299.post-45053742361077071702009-07-29T01:45:00.003-04:002009-07-29T01:52:58.232-04:00

I used to blog at HomeschoolJournal as Scrappitydoodah. I haven't updated there since the end of 2007. I think I'm going to delete that blog, but first I'm going to be bringing some of my posts over here. I imagine there must be some simple way of doing that, but it's beyond me, so it may take awhile. I apologize if any of these are repeats, but I have a feeling no one will really remember me,

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I recently received an email from a former family member who has had no contact with us since mid-2000. I have been thinking lately about whether or not organized, public education at the grade school level had a significant effect on preparing me, academically, for college. What I've decided was that grades 1-6 had little to no effect. At that time, it was more about social skills, conformity

Bleuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12580037696834147314noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224924406922037299.post-68086170742997915592009-07-24T11:58:00.015-04:002009-07-27T01:58:28.814-04:00

Since Mondays tend to be one of those days where many of us often find we are not in the best mood, I've decided to devote Mondays on this to blog to posting something that makes me smile, laugh, or otherwise just feel darn good.I hope you enjoy it.

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Once upon a time, I was a Christian. (I joke--but not really--that I am a recovering Baptist and Presbyterian.)I was a homophobic one, at that. I blush to think of those days. It all started in high school, where there were whispers but no one openly spoke of it. I wasn't for sure if I actually knew a homosexual, but I was certain these poor, misguided souls were bound for Hell. (Possibly

Bleuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12580037696834147314noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224924406922037299.post-52224293901793592822009-07-23T00:51:00.012-04:002009-07-23T13:53:00.426-04:00

It is the middle of the night, and I am sitting in near-silence listening to the haunting call of an owl in the woods nearby. Dog is resting close to my feet, looking up at me from time to time. A breeze is ruffling the draperies and I am doing what I do most nights at this time...regrouping, planning, reflecting, centering. And playing on Facebook. And hitting the Stumble button....I had this

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