Monthly Archives: April 2013

Baking Day

I just turned the oven off. I’ve been baking since noon. I never feel like its really worth it because in less than 2 days, the Cinnamon Rolls and Spinach Pockets will be gone. In a week, the bread will probably be gone.

Cooking is like housework. The minute you’re done, it’s time to start again. It’s never ending and must be done over and over again.

I should be happy with my accomplishments. Instead it’s rather depressing because it just doesn’t last long enough.

Teaching is much more rewarding. It can pass from generation to generation and benefit hundreds of people…

In the meantime, we have to eat.

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1 large batch of Spinach Pockets

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12 loaves of Whole Grain Bread

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1 pan of Cinnamon Rolls

Poetry Challenge Day 19 – Puppy For Sale

Prompt: Write a poem that is an advertisement…? Not exactly sure about this.

PUPPY FOR SALE

Kisses waiting for you
Adorable pup tis true
Life is boring get something new!

Puppy breath all day
Time for some fun, ok?
Many smiles are coming your way!

Call for more info
You want one, I know…
Ok, ready, set, GO!!

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Poetry Challenge Day 18 – Sleep

Today’s Prompt: Write a poem that begins and ends with the same word. I barely kept my eyes open, but I did it!

SLEEP

Sleep beckons in the afternoon air
My heavy eyes close with no thought or care

But the day is young still with so much to do
Bake pizzas and cookies before the day’s through

I must keep moving my goals I will keep
Before I lay my head down in a luxurious sleep.

Poetry Fail

I am behind on my poems.  Sunday was the Banquet.  Monday I subbed for grades 5-8.  Tuesday I subbed for grades K-2.  Today I recovered from the past 3 days!!  I haven’t decided if I will try to make up my lost days, or just begin anew tomorrow.  Life has felt really busy and maybe it’s easier to write poetry when I’m feeling relaxed.

We have also had to face the facts regarding the 2 ER visits we had earlier this year, and the financial toll it will take on our pocket-book.  I think I’m feeling a lot of stress about that, and poetry simply doesn’t flow when I’m feeling stressed.

But I will try again tomorrow!  I love writing poetry, and I’ve had a lot of fun so far, so I’m certainly not going to allow a bump in the road to derail me completely.

FBI Banquet

Spring Banquet was this evening! Just want to share a few photos! I helped Horse Girl do her hair and had a great time in the girls’ dorm while everyone got dressed and ready for the evening. My baby girl melted my heart. She looked so beautiful and sweet and girly!

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She had to modify the dress a bit to make it pass “dress code”.  She made and sewed on the 2-inch straps as well as the rosettes.  The finished product didn’t look pieced together at all, but was very classy and it fit her perfectly!  She also took off about 6 inches around the hem because it was too long for her.  I was so proud of her for doing the work herself, and having a finished dress that looked professionally done!

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Checking all our finishing touches before she left the dorm to find her “date”.  The Freshman girls all got together for a group photo!  These girls will all be 4-year seniors together, so these special events are great bonding moments with some of these friendships having the potential to last a lifetime!

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Bookworm Boy took advantage of the free food and activity and went to the banquet without a date. He looked super sharp in his suit and shades.

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Horse Girl and her friend, T. They looked adorable together, if I might say so myself!

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They had a fun evening. The theme was FBI Banquet, so the cafeteria was decorated like city streets, lights dim, and it looked dark inside of there. I don’t know what the program was like, but was told the food was really good.  After the meal, the kids did different activities. Horse Girl and T went to play Lazer Tag.

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She made these T-shirts for them to wear. There is a cute story behind the shirts. When he accepted her invitation (it was girls ask guys), they kept it secret for a while and referred to one another as Agent 57 and Agent 83, the code names he had assigned them.

I love that my kids can go to a school that provides activities that create great memories.  Just 6 more banquets till graduation!  I know time is going to fly!

 

Poetry Challenge Day 14 – The Motivator

Prompt: Write from the voice of a super hero, or super villain.

Honestly, I am not inspired by this idea at all and it’s 11:30pm. I’m going to spit something out this evening on the fly.

Here goes…

THE MOTIVATOR

You can do it
She always said
Showing me first
The path I’ll tread
Stretching me past
The limits instead

Showing me ways
To do something new
Inspiring my thoughts
The result was I grew
Touching my heart
In ways that are true

Thank you Teacher Lily!
~My Mentor
~My Teacher
~My Friend

Ok, not bad for a last minute poem! It’s 11:42pm. That was a great 12 minutes!

Poetry Challenge Day 13 – Poem From the Past

THE OLD WISE BARN

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If walls could speak
This old barn would say
Cheer up my friend
God knows the way…

For love to brim
And flow through your heart
From this day forward
You simply will start…

To see the beauty
That is all around
The smiles, the laughter
The blessings are found…

In seeing the best
In the people you love
Steadfast and consistent
God knows from above…

The path that’s before you
He knows what is best
Trust in His wisdom
It will bring needed rest.

I published this poem on my first blog, back on April 22, 2010.  I was going through a particularly rough time of life, living in the wilderness and grappling with the reality of Aspergers in my family.  I was exploring what I could do with words and after spending a few hours at a deserted barn, and truly beautiful setting (take a look at the post in full), I penned the following.  Even reading it today, it paints a nice picture still of the serenity of the moment with the birds at the pond.

From my journal…

“Yesterday I went out to the old barn on Butternut corner and snooped around. It was peaceful and just a gorgeous day. The sky was brilliant blue with glowing white clouds, bursting like popcorn in the vast sky. The birds sang their songs, all voices joining into a melodious choir, while the bees buzzed their percussion accompaniment as they danced from tiny flower to tiny flower. The ducks and one lone goose began the symphony with a flurry of noise, mingled with an odd sounding squeak at each flap of their wings, sounding like a soggy wet tennis shoe on a polished gymnasium wood floor. They fluttered through the sky, sending their scolding voices, darting one way, then circling back in the opposite direction, seemingly confused by the presence of the new intruder at their pond. The lone goose stayed longer in the weeds, carefully watching each step as the human came around the cow-path, narrowing the gap that offered safety to the lingering bird. With a frenzy of legs and wings, he ran across the water before lifting lightly into the sky, adding his own rusty hinge sound to the orchestra of nature.”