tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579089101803606012024-03-13T20:13:08.219-07:00Damonsbunch, Family Style2 Adults, 4 Kids, and a few ChickensRebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14782222996902035704noreply@blogger.comBlogger157125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257908910180360601.post-82730650452288288402012-08-27T12:03:00.000-07:002012-08-27T12:03:05.519-07:00Wanderlust..It's bad!!I have it bad...and it's not even spring...it's..well..fallish..kindof. Around here anything below 90 degrees feels cool right now. And those days that begin cool with a brilliant blue sky, big fluffy cottonball clouds, slight breeze, and just the right music on the radio make me want to take off...ANYWHERE!!!<br />
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Here are some blogs of places I would LOVE to visit...and can I just say REALLY? These people actually live here..it's not a dream.<br />
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This blog post caught my eye because it had the word BLUE in it. Here are a couple more pics from that blog...if you like it..go on over and visit...http://chezlouloufrance.blogspot.com/<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chez_loulou/6264541934/" title="Port en Bessin by chez loulou, on Flickr"><img alt="Port en Bessin" height="375" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6162/6264541934_17ec3b5341.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />
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That's me in the red polka dot dress...I mean that's where I WANT to be..in a red polka dot dress..reading..and enjoying....<br />
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Here is another blog about living in France..http://myfrenchcountryhome.blogspot.com<br />
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I drooled over these photos..<br />
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Seriously, who takes a vacation here? Oh...me me me..please!<br />
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So, if you call, and I don't answer..I will be off in one of these places...at least in my dreams and on my computer. <br />
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I know I shouldn't dream too much about places I will probably never see..but I think of it as God's way of saying I was meant for more that just here...and that where I am headed...heaven...is WAY more beautiful than this, and believe me..I long for heaven as much or more that these fantastic places. And that gives me hope...I may not enjoy France in this world...but whatever God has designed heaven to be like will FAR out way anything I desire here...and I wouldn't trade a trip to France for my final home....<br />
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If you find yourself longing for these far off getaway's...ask yourself if it is because your heart knows you were created for much more than this..Do you know where your forever home is?<br />
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RebekahRebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14782222996902035704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257908910180360601.post-31487673234778657122012-08-06T12:02:00.000-07:002012-08-06T12:02:03.249-07:00School DazeYes...I mean daze....I finally got everything together, the notebooks, the book lists, the schedule thought out...I was planning on a great first day...<br />
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We got up at the crack of dawn..6 am for some, 6:30 for others. Chores, Bible reading, and then off on our first day of 5K training...WHAT?? Yes, we are training for a 5K run..all of us. I had my eldest look up an 8 week program and it looks like we can do it. We walked 1 1/2 min. then ran 1 min. Not too bad. My heart ended up in my throat the last run...I had to chase down a child who kept wanting to nap on the side of the road...but it went very well. One day down, 23 more days to go. <br />
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After showers to stop the showers, (of sweat!!! It's ENORMOUSLY hot and humid here in the mid south!) we began our school. The kids are so much more independent this year. A little scary...and yet very freeing. I get better at organizing and having things all set for them, they get better at reading and execution. It helps to have goals.....get this done this week, done well, done cheerfully or no birthday for you, missy!!...Ok, so not that drastic but we do have some sleepovers and rewards that need to be earned.<br />
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All was going well UNTIL....my son reminded me to call about when his orthodontic appt was. Uh, today, in 10 min. Out the door we go, praying the girls would keep plugging away. They did pretty well...but I really don't like last minute dashes. <br />
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RebRebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14782222996902035704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257908910180360601.post-32566487035578784742012-06-30T13:46:00.000-07:002012-06-30T13:46:04.346-07:00Thoughts on the Word ...and some chicken picsI have been reading <a href="http://www.chronologicalbibleblog.com/">chronologically</a> through the Bible this year. LOVE IT. I think it makes the prophets and their prophecies come alive. Here are some thoughts on today's reading. <br />
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Isaiah 2:<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">22 </span></sup> <sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-ESV-17708BC" title="See cross-reference BC">BC</a>)"></sup> Stop regarding man<br />
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<span class="indent-1"><span class="text Isa-2-22">We puff man up here on earth. Books (and shows) about self help, about pefecting our beauty, knowledge (ouch!), homes, gardens, food. It is all to puff ourselves up. Here God is saying "of what account is he?" Ouch again! Other scripture talks of the shortness of life. </span></span><br />
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<span class="indent-1"><span class="text Isa-2-22">Job 7:7 "remember that my life is a breath."</span></span><br />
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<span class="indent-1"><span class="text Isa-2-22">Psalm 39:5 "Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath !"</span></span><br />
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<span class="indent-1"><span class="text Isa-2-22">Psalm 78:33 "So he made their days vanish like a breath."</span></span><br />
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<span class="indent-1"><span class="text Isa-2-22">Go ahead..take a breath. That is how fast our life here on earth will seem from the viewpoint of eternity. I don't want to be like the Israelites in whom God was quite unhappy. He looked at their big houses, fine food, beautiful gardens, rich clothing, false worship, broken relationships, and led them to be exiled. I want my breath, my short time here to bring honor to God. Thanks to the Lord for all my "counselors" (parents, pastors, friends) who also desire this and can help me get back on the righteous path when I vere off. </span></span><br />
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<span class="indent-1"><span class="text Isa-2-22">Take time today to evaluate your "breath". Is God saying "of what account are you" because of your misplaced sense of self importance...or are you making your breath be counted worthy of Christ?</span></span><br />
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<span class="indent-1"><span class="text Isa-2-22">a little heavy today, but such a good reminder!!</span></span><br />
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<span class="indent-1"><span class="text Isa-2-22"> I bought 10 white chickies from TSC in April. I hoped they were good for this area and for egg laying. </span></span><br />
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It turns out I bought White Leg Horns, which are great egg layers and tolerate heat very well. Good thing!! We already had one Orpington die from this heat. I have 3 others and some Red Sex Links. I pray they make it. </div>
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Is anyone else thinking of water conservation...since we have a drought going on?!! I am actually saving water from washing dishes in the sink to pour on my plants. I just read about putting a bucket in the shower while it is warming up and then pouring that on the plants. My sister is swimming at the local pool 3 or 4 times a week, and they shower there instead of at home. HMMM...all good ideas.<br />
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Then I began thinking, why not shower outside? NOOO, not in the buff..nude...au naturale...in a swimsuit..or something. Not that confident..I mean, NO, that's not nice!! I'll figure it out as I go. Here are some pics of ones I found on the web. I also pinned some to my Pinterest.<br />
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Here is a "If I had a million dollars" version I love!!<br />
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I will let you know what happens. I would really like it to be moveable. That way I could water the yard AND clean off the dirt. I love duel purposes....I think my 13 yr old son needs a job and this seems right up his alley. <br />
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RebekahRebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14782222996902035704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257908910180360601.post-83237242555087359982012-06-29T01:00:00.000-07:002012-06-29T03:58:53.526-07:00Five Question Friday<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">1.
What do you keep a stock pile of? </span></strong></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"> Books...I bet you knew that though. I really don't stock pile..don't believe in it...except books. Husband and I were thinking of ways to simplify what we have...and I STARTED on the thought (didn't say it aloud..shesh) that maybe I should get rid of some books, and then I shook myself awake from that really scary nightmare and went over to the book shelf and hugged and kissed a couple. I felt much better. No toilet paper? Just grab some newspaper. No shampoo? Sprinkle some baking soda on you hair. No books... well, that wouldn't even be heaven now would it?</span></strong></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span></span></span></strong></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;">I am such a fan of Baskin Robbins choc chip and choc mint that I would LOVE for those to be mixed. But that would be awkward asking Ben and Jerries to make Baskin Robbins flavors. </span><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">3. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">How do you blow off
steam? </span></span></span></strong></span></span><br />
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hour to yourself anywhere within a ten mile radius of your home...no kids, no
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When you were 16, what was your curfew in the
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"> I guess 10. I didn't like staying out late...loved to be in bed by 10, still do..and still don't like being out late. I think my parents knew that and we never really had to talk about this. The more I think about my teen years, the wierder I think I was. What teenager doesn't like to stay out? I guess that means my house was more fun than anything else. Or else I was just weird.</span></strong></span></span><br />
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<br />Rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14782222996902035704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257908910180360601.post-30348013125978762692012-06-28T17:23:00.000-07:002012-06-28T17:23:20.926-07:00What......Summer is here and it's HOT!! I have had a difficult, crazy, busy, exciting, fulfilling spring...and now it's time to begin blogging again. I think...we'll see.<br />
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My garden has done well this year. I have been excited to see how much I am improving on my knowledge of growing things. Here are a few pics...<br />
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My husband is trying tomotoes in a bucket upside down. It's going much better now that it is in the sun...don't we all..<br />
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All the kids planted a raised bed garden this year with what they wanted..some more reluctantly than others...no names will be mentioned my darling eldest....Here is my son's produce. He wanted cucumbers so he could make pickles. I didn't think he liked them and when I asked him about it he said he didn't. HUH??? Sweet boy. He just wanted to make pickles for others...HMMM..there is hope. <br />
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This child REALLY wanted sunflowers...and they are beautiful and huge. I was trying to picture the tiny bees working on this big helianthus annus...I could see the pollen collected in their sacs..I had not seen them in real life before. . So let's play find the bee. 1,000,000 points if you find it. (By the way, hlianthus annus is the scientific name for sunflower...helios is Greek for sun, anthemon for flower, and annus for year. Interesting, you say!! Yes, we do homeschool. No, my kids don't know this. No judging.) </div>
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Yes, there is more in the garden, but that is for another post.<br />
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The rest of the Spring<strike>/feels like dog days of summer</strike> are going very quickly. Some things are a little different this year. My two youngest are not swimming on the team...I wanted a slower pace for them this year...HAAAA! What does that MEAN? Please...someone help me know how and when and where. We just finished camp...wow. That is a post for another day. Hopefully before next year's camp. SOME of my children are still working on school. HE HE. Oh yeah, that means I am still helping in school...UGH. SIGH!<br />
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RebekahRebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14782222996902035704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257908910180360601.post-30251067731298291152012-04-17T19:14:00.000-07:002012-04-17T19:14:10.959-07:00Oscar the GrouchWhen I was growing up, my parents made the decision NOT to have a t.v. in the house. I don't ever remember thinking it was strange or feeling left out. I am sure at times I did, but it obviously didn't leave scars...at least I haven't discussed it with my therapist...yet!!<br />
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One show we did see occasionally was Sesame Street...and I LOVED Oscar the Grouch. My granddaddy's name was Oscar...but I don't think he was a grouch...I just liked the name connection and the character of Oscar. I was fascinated with his trash can house...so little on the outside, but full of treasure on the inside. And he was NEVER happy...<br />
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That's me. I have felt very GROUCHY the last few months. I have struggled to find the joy in life...the little things that I should smile about...the laugh of my 7 yr old, the hug of my 13 yr old son (I should rejoice...I KNOW!!), my 16 yr old fixing my fake coffee, my 10 year old playing her psaltry. But I have been so weighted down with life that the little things that SHOULD matter I overlook, and the little things that SHOULDN'T matter, (like messy counters or rooms not picked up) do. I guess all the months of stress have made me want calm and order and things done the way they should be (or at least the way I THINK they should)....and I live in house with those four plus a husband who is having to work 2 jobs. ( You may begin playing the violin music...but I need wine and cheese first, please!!)<br />
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I don't want to live like this...I don't want my kids clamoring to find adventure somewhere...fun out there...another woman or man who smiles and says nice things to them...I want that to be ME! I want to wake up with a quirky song in my heart and on my lips...not reminders of chores not done. I want to take adventures to parks, glamping (he he) or fishing...not mowing lawns, feeding chickens, and disciplining yet another child. (These are all important but should not be ALL IMPORTANT!) I want to notice these little things and thank my kids. <br />
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I want my 16 to want to shop with me...so I guess I should take her shopping<br />
I want my 13 to still want to talk to me about EVERYTHING!...so I should go fishing and listen.<br />
I want my 10 year old to share her thoughts on her favorite book..so I should read the book and take her to Starbucks for coffee and laugh or cry with her.<br />
I want to my littlest one too remember a fun, happy momma who wasn't so worried about the floor of her room, but who loved her spontaneity or joy of life...and to share those moments with her.<br />
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Sooooo......I am looking for ways to bring these things in. That means not having as clean a floor as I would like, not picking up ALL the stuff I want picked up. Maybe having an extra load or two of clothes to do because we were having so much fun somewhere else on laundry day. Maybe making more crock pot meals and worrying less about ACT scores and college. I am not sure what it will look like...but I want to strive for something. YOU know the old saying, if you don't aim for something, you won't hit anything. (I think that's it...let me know if it's not...I tend to mix sayings around to suit my thoughts!!) <br />
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This has been a little heavy, but I needed to write it out...accountability for myself I guess. Wait until you see what has been going on at our house. Here is a sneak peek at tomorrow's post. <br />
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RebRebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14782222996902035704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257908910180360601.post-29858032315823092002012-02-28T05:54:00.000-08:002012-02-28T05:54:25.498-08:00The Battle of Gettysburg<span lang="">The Battle of Gettysburg was a huge blow to the Confederates but a victory to the Federals. It was Genaral Lee's idea to attack. So he found about 150 guns in the camp, gave them to his men, but in the end he lost.<br />
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Which brings me to the book sale. We had the first of the three for the year at the main library this past Fri. It goes through Sun. but I try to only go one day..I spend less that way. Yes, I spend 4-5 hrs in a basement looking at books..and I am NOT ashamed or give ANY excuses. It is pure fun. <br />
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I have an ORDER to my search. This time I took all my children because I couldn't be at all the places at once. What I mean by this is....there are different sections of the sale, and I look for specific books from each section, history, children's, religious, the old books..so this time I needed more than one person so we could<strike> run </strike>walk calmly over to the sections at one time and look before anyone else got there. Oh, I didn't just say that did I? Forget that. I really was not as jittery as I am normally am. Sometimes I don't sleep very well the night before I am so nervous and excited. Terrible, I know. REALLY..I took the kids because they each had books they wanted me to look for and I knew I wouldn't be able to look like they could..so they went to find their books..and a couple of mine on my list. I didn't find them, but I did find some for others...that's just as much fun to me. Here is a pic of some of our finds. <br />
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Also, this time, I took only cash, had a limit, and MET IT. You can't possibly know how revolutionary this was for me, unless you compare it to shopping. THEN you understand. Or dieting. Let's not go there in this post. I usually SAY a limit of 3 boxes and come out with 5, wheezing at how much I just spent and wondering how to tell my husband and where we will find room on the shelf. I actually only had about 15-20 (books) of my own personal (not going on the kids shelf) books. I did accidentally leave behind about 8 books on the floor. But I look at it as God's protections against greed. <br />
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And what do books have to do with the book of Numbers...besides that they are books...? Well, I ordered my spending, and preordered my shelves to accommodate new books, and have all my new books on my shelves, and nothing lying around. My books are in order. I see the connection. And I feel very sane...at the moment. <br />
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Here is a random picture of lentils in a pot. Very ordered, and pretty. <br />
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RebRebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14782222996902035704noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257908910180360601.post-41443208908408769482012-02-26T06:34:00.000-08:002012-02-26T06:34:42.952-08:00Vows, Allergies, School, and HGTVNo excuses. Just ....well, no excuses. <br />
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So what AM I doing right now?<br />
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What ELSE is going on? <br />
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1. Reading through the old testament has opened my eyes to the teachings of the new testament. They ae not different, only explained. Here are a few instances.<br />
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In Leviticus we see where God desires His people to look, act, worship and be different from those around them. In the new testament, here is what God says.<br />
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Phil 2:15 that you may be blameless and innocent, children of God without blemish in the midst of a crooked and twisted generation, among whom you shine as lights in the <span class="criteria">world</span>,<br />
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Rom 12:2 Do not be conformed to this <span class="criteria">world</span>, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.<br />
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1 John 2:15 Do not love the <span class="criteria">world</span> or the things in the <span class="criteria">world</span>. If anyone loves the <span class="criteria">world</span>, the love of the Father is not in him.<br />
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There are others that as you read the new testament will jump out at you. I am so thankful I have stuck with the day to day reading. Sounds crazy but this is only the second year EVER that I have stuck with it. I think the habit forming of getting up and reading first thing (well, after getting coffee and cleaning up while the pot is heating up) has made an impression on my mind and now I feel things are not right if I haven't read God's word and listened for instruction. <br />
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We have found a web site that lets us watch HGTV free!!! And since we have NOTHING on our tv right now, this is nice. We are in the process of transforming our living room. I will get pics up soon. They are NOT pretty. I am praying the end result will be. NO...I am confidant, because I have a great DESIGNER...a friend who really IS a designer...along with my sister...who really IS a desinger.<br />
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The last thing going on here...well, not the last but the last for this post.. is homeschooling. Going great, loving the books and results, and planning our LAST 12 WEEKS! Can you believe it? In 12 weeks we will be finished with this years books. I will post some books we have been reading, some new writing material we are using, and ..oh yes...we just went to a book sale. I will post about that. <br />
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Reb Rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14782222996902035704noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257908910180360601.post-31786876170619443882012-01-30T13:38:00.000-08:002012-01-30T13:38:52.820-08:00Winter or Spring?Here in Arkansas, you never can tell what the weather will be. Cold, hot, snowy, windy. Today is beautiful, sunny with a light wind. So I naturally thought of getting everyone out doors.<br />
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We have been working on containing the chickens in one area, giving them enough room to roam but keeping all the POOP out of the yard we play in. I am really tired of telling the kids to check their feet, shoes, blankets, pants, etc. Here is a pic of our redneck chicken coop.<br />
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</div>Rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14782222996902035704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257908910180360601.post-7045190604763475532011-11-15T18:47:00.000-08:002011-11-15T18:47:37.624-08:00Crafty BekkaAs you know..I have a problem with Saturdays. I wake up ready to tackle...the day, the house, my kids, the yard, any and all house projects on our ever growing list ..BUT...my other 5/6's...well...don't. <br />
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NOO, I didn't make this, well...I did because I ripped it off an OLD..like...I've been married almost 19 years and I think it was a wedding gift...that OLD, and dusty, and faded, and...nasty lamp shade. And made<br />
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It has some wrinkles I am not happy with BUT...please people, in the grand s<span style="background-color: yellow;">cheme</span> of things...I CRAFTED AND LIKE IT... mostly. But seriously, I crafted. I don't think most of you know how absolutely amazing this is. And last, but not least, to totally shock my tiny world, here is the last project I (almost) finished.<br />
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I took this ugly seat with some snacks ready for someone (Again, I can't figure out why these pics won't turn. I am sorry. Hope you stick around for the after.) and it turn out like this. <br />
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I am definitely not good at putting colors together, as in, I would not have chose white for the chair and then the brownish with red for the material. I LOVE the material. I paid $20 for the chair at GW, and $3 for 2 kings size pillow shams. They worked great. I still have to glue a small strip on the arms but it is ready to sit in. In fact, one of my girls, it went into their room, which my wonderfully talented and wonderful mom and sister rearranged a couple of months ago, slept in the chair last night. I did move her cause I could just hear the crying about a crick in the neck the next morning. <br />
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RebekahRebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14782222996902035704noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257908910180360601.post-12014005224485276222011-11-14T05:25:00.000-08:002011-11-14T05:25:18.551-08:00The tale of Flopsy BunnyWe woke up early, wind blowing, chickens cackling, the just two of us. Most mornings it is ...just the two of us. The quiet, the time to think, the snuggling...<br />
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There she was. The sweetest, fuzziest, brown bunny. Of course her name became Flopsy. We watched a minute. Then the little kid in us wanted to go outside to see it. The adult in us said she will run away the minute we open the door. <br />
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"No, if we move again she will run away. Don't move, just be still. Maybe I could set a trap and catch her. Then I could skin her and eat her meat and sell her hide. That will be the beginning of my fur enterprise out here in the backwoods. We'll never have to go to town again. I will clothe you all in fur and feed you rabbit meat. I heard it helps in weight loss. Mom will like that."<br />
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Then a fight broke out (no pics, please!!!!) . Words were spoken, tears were shed, the peace of the morning shattered into a million pieces, and we all had to get ready for church. <br />
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But I tell you, it was fun to watch, both for me and the kids. And what a way to begin..hmmm...a Sunday, watching a sweet animal the Lord of all creation made, that He sustains, and allowed us to see. <br />
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Enjoy your day and be sure to praise your Creator, the one who sustains you,<br />
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Linky to Barn Hop<br />
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But now I am seeing frost on the brown grass, the wind is busting through here knocking over plants and shutters, and I am fighting a cold. So where did October go ...or did November steal the 10th month? <br />
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Here is what (I think) we did in October.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">One of our chickens laid the smallest egg we have ever seen. Then we fried it up. I must say it was a tasty bite. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our Charlotte Mason monthly group began a 6 week co-op. We study all the "Extras" such as poetry, composer study, folk song, Shakespeare, and others. Here the older group made masks to perform the play <u>Much Ado About Nothing. </u>Actually, my oldest made both of these, but my third girl made her own, looked just like her, and then left it outside for the rain to destroy. Urg. But I was proud of her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDogsl5nyQE/TrvXw0iEO7I/AAAAAAAAAaA/TlaVr_CRwtY/s1600/IMG_0242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDogsl5nyQE/TrvXw0iEO7I/AAAAAAAAAaA/TlaVr_CRwtY/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uAOvWx1JKk/TrvX_jN6cuI/AAAAAAAAAaI/MbNT8AZAyb8/s1600/DSCN1962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uAOvWx1JKk/TrvX_jN6cuI/AAAAAAAAAaI/MbNT8AZAyb8/s320/DSCN1962.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are pretty careful about what our kids watch and when. They just have these brains that take in the pictures and then keep them forever. So we make them wait to watch Lord of the Rings until they have read it (around age 12). See the excitement!! He loved it. His sister did a dinner theme with " 'a brace of coneys' and 'tators'. The cookies were supposed to be leaf shaped. HMMM.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I attempted to make pajama pants using a sheet from Goodwill. I am still attempting. Gotta get that oldest on the machine for me. I did learn that I can sew up an inseam. Kind of surprised myself. I'll let you know if these get finished.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A shout out to my eldest, AGAIN. Goodness, we would have no creativity around here if it weren't for her. She made the peacock costume for Little Bit, and found all the parts for her Mary Poppins and Bert the Chimney Sweep. The Colonial girl outfit was $1 from a garage sale. Yeah!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Born in Taiwan, don't remember but it's a cool thought.<br />
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Camped in a snow storm...well, an Arkansas snow storm.<br />
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Lived 3 years in the Middle East..and I will probably rest here awhile and list things like<br />
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Shopped in a Souk<br />
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Attended a Sheik's daughter's wedding.<br />
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Stayed in a hotel in the desert..by the sea<br />
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Camped in the desert, on the coast by the sea where the way led between two small mountains <br />
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Learned to water ski in the Persian Gulf<br />
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Celebrated New Years Eve on the beach using Swiss chocolate for s'mores<br />
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Had a sun rise service on Easter on the beach with people from India, Pakistan, England, France, America, China, and other nations<br />
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Lived my whole life with the same parents ...I consider that a great wonder of this nation..and top it with the fact that they led me to Jesus.<br />
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Spent two weeks in Spain, driving up the coast to Portugal, and down the coast to Gibraltar, (because we missed the outgoing plane to America...ah...shucks!!)<br />
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Visited London, Scotland, Paris, Amsterdam, Germany, Bahrain, (and oh the stories!!)<br />
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Ate real Italian Pizza in Italy<br />
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Hadg people of many nations eat in our home for Sunday lunch, and not leave until 10 pm or later because the fellowship was so precious.<br />
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Walked through a forest on the perfect fall day, crisp air, blue skies, leaves falling, birds twittering, with my husband and children<br />
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I think I could go on and on and on...and so could many of you. Much of this sounds boastful, but really I had no control over these experiences. They were ones we had because of circumstances, location, and adventuresome parents. I am so thankful for all the opportunities I have had, especially all the wonderful people I have known and still continue in friendship with. God has been so gracious to allow these in my life...and I think that the longings we have for great and wonderful adventures and experiences may be our soul's desire for heaven. As Christians we have a large part of us that longs to be with Christ and experiences "real" life....our eternal life...the one that will go on and on and on....<br />
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I love the book <u>Heaven</u> by Randy Alcorn. He writes of all that we KNOW of heaven, and then what COULD be...and it is exciting to think of. If you pick one book on heaven to read, I highly recommend this one. It's not a one nighter...plan on spending a couple of months reading it little by little. <br />
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thanks for reading,<br />
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RebRebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14782222996902035704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257908910180360601.post-90046749469790087322011-10-24T05:10:00.000-07:002011-10-24T05:10:02.981-07:00That's not my problem!Lately, I have needed some wise council on a few things going on in my life. I was very nervous about taking to someone about them because I felt silly...foolish...weak....a tattle tale...a whiner....not dependent on the Lord, I will stop here. But I heard someone speak at a conference this past winter and what she said was clearly from the Lord...permission to seek wise council. <br />
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I have learned many things from talking to this council, things which surprised me about myself. But one thought has truly changed my life, my stress load and how I view my job here on earth...<br />
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IT'S NOT MY PROBLEM!!! <br />
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They are simple words, and I surely don't yell them, although truth be told I would LOVE to. But they are simple. I have viewed many situations, emotions, outcomes to be my responsibility...not my emotions and outcomes but others. And these 4 little words are to me a revelation.<br />
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Many problems and situations out there are not mine to bear. If someone woke up in a bad mood, it is not my problem that they are not happy. If someone did not finish a responsibility they took on, and will/are suffering consequences, that was not my fault and I am not to take on the responsibility for this<br />
If I say something that is truth, and not hurtful or intended to hurt, but to point out a situation that needs attending, their reaction is not my responsibility. I have so much I AM responsible for..my thoughts, the intentions of my heart, my words, my actions. But someones else's is not mine to take...and I am actually hurting them (and myself) by taking it. <br />
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This is probably a very simple, already-done-that-thought for most of you...but it takes me YEARS to get things. It will probably take me years to learn not take on everyone's STUFF.<br />
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SO.... if you happen to tell me something, and expect me to somehow fix it or take the blame for it..BEWARE...<br />
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I will probably look at you very sweetly, smile, and say...<br />
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IT'S NOT MY PROBLEM!!!<br />
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thanks for reading,<br />
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RebRebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14782222996902035704noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257908910180360601.post-55396905392373501132011-10-22T05:22:00.000-07:002011-10-22T05:22:16.988-07:00What's on YOUR list?I have been thinking, as you ALL know, about traveling a lot these days. That brought to mind all the things I want to do in this life. Some of them I most likely won't be able to do, and that's ok because I know in the life after this...eternity with Christ...there will be things to do that I didn't know even existed as a possibility and will blow all those EARTHLY things out of the water. <br />
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UNTIL THEN, here are a few I have been thinking about lately.<br />
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Take a class in specialized cooking. <br />
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Go on a very long trip to Europe<br />
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Visit Taiwan, the place of my birth.<br />
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Refinish a piece of furniture and like it when I am finished. <br />
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Build a small cabin.<br />
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Go on a mission trip, short or long term.<br />
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Build a two story library with a rolling ladder. (Think Beauty and the Beast, SIGH!)<br />
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Make a quilt<br />
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Write a book<br />
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Play Maple Leaf Rag (with my eyes closed)<br />
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Have High Tea in NYC<br />
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Make my own soap<br />
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Have High Tea in London<br />
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Take a 50 state trip with my little family and see all the great wonders and historical sites of the 49 great states and one plane trip to the 50th out there in the Pacific. <br />
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Take a ride on the Orient Express.<br />
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Go to the Orchestra in Prague<br />
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Learn to make cheese...maybe from my own goats and cows.<br />
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As I site here I could go on and on. Some of these are attainable. They require me to set aside time and learn and do. Some, well, let's just say we don't believe in the lottery and I have no rich relations. It is fun to think about and to even look online and see some of the places. I am getting the idea though, that maybe I should just begin at home and do what I can, then work my way up the list...or down...or pick and choose as they come. <br />
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thanks for reading,<br />
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SOOO, you ask, what am I doing with this time...? Dreaming....about this....<br />
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and even this, with a little renovation...cause we are SOOO good at getting right on those projects..<br />
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I also can't get enough of this show...<br />
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When you can't visit all the nations of the world, take a trip via the internet and see where they live and where they want to live. My mom and sister and I Love this show. If you have 20 min., go to HGTV to the full episodes and take your pick of country...France, Spain, England, even Morocco. Fascinating. <br />
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But watch out, you may become addicted to traveling and even dream of renovating homes, eating at a pub or side walk cafe, buying bread at a store that ONLY sells bread, and walking beaches, mountains, and vast terrains. It's got to be better than asking my husband to spend 1000,s of dollars on plane tickets, new shoes, hotels and food. HMMMM, is it better? Is it even a good way to spend my new found time? Let's just call it geography and count it for school. <br />
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RebRebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14782222996902035704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257908910180360601.post-64439199193009297412011-10-10T19:31:00.000-07:002011-10-10T19:33:11.970-07:00Favorite Show EVER!!<div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></div><br />
OK, so...we don't watch a ton of tv around here...not much on that isn't steeped in perversion...and reason #200098 for homeschooling is to push back the age of exposure..BUT...<br />
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I specifically plan no lessons or errands or dates or..or...anything just to be home at 7 pm to watch. I have not been a big fan of reality game shows, but this....<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you have nothing to do on Monday nights and need a filler...of course you could immerse yourself in something profitable like the studying of God's Word and service to others, or you could immerse yourself in the culture and follow along, like we are...and waste your time...and fill your head with songs you had never heard before...and you will have to tell your young children not to sing that song, it isn't nice and was only cleaned up for the show...so pick another one like Bring in the Sheaves or something...so no one knows we watch this stuff on tv.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Travelling...I have been watching travel channels for days now...<br />
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Tables...still working on one<br />
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Chairs...still working on one...<br />
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And as a side note, I REALLY DESPISE CRAFTING!!!!<br />
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Arkansas living...thought you might like to know what we do around here for fun...besides raise chickens..<br />
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Swim meets...had our first official USA meet...interesting..<br />
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But for now, we'll just get on with the menu for the week...such as it is...<br />
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Mon. <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2011/02/chicken-fried-steak/">Chicken Fried Steak</a> which my talented 15 yr old will make, probably with mashed tators and a salad<br />
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Tues. Broccoli Quiche...apples and carmel sauce<br />
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Wed. Some kind of <a href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/2008/02/crockpot-philly-cheesesteak-sandwiches.html">grilled sandwich</a> with fruit and raw veggies<br />
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Thur. Curried Lentils and Potatoes from Hillbilly Housewife (if I find the link will post)<br />
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Fri. Breakfast with Cinnamon rolls. I Feel the NEED!!<br />
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So there we go...a weeks worth of menu items. Enjoy your week.<br />
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thanks for reading,<br />
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Reb Rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14782222996902035704noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257908910180360601.post-23310154687932315872011-09-30T05:23:00.000-07:002011-09-30T05:23:15.358-07:00SOOOOO.....being without my trusty, faithful and tiny computer has thrown this blogger for a loop. I actually write down ideas for blog posts and then can't seem to set myself down to this machine to post. Lazy, creature of habit, ornery...not sure what word best fits...probably ALL.<br />
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So here is one post I wrote down. HABITS. As you know, I have spent the last <strike>few weeks </strike>year reading <u>The Discipline of Grace </u>by Jerry Bridges. Wonderful book. This past week I was reading about the life lived in the character of Christ. Quoting from the book..<br />
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"In other words, the practice of putting off sinful attitudes and actions and putting on Christlike character involves a constant series of choices. We choose in every situation which direction we will go. It is through these choices that we develop Chistlike habits of living. Habits are developed by repetition, and it is in the arena of moral choices that we develop spiritual habit of patterns. "<br />
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I loved this. I am really a creature of habit...get up by 6 a.m., get myfake coffee going, pick up a little until it is ready, read Bible, drink said coffee, etc. I could spend my whole doing the same things..for the most part. It make me feel calm to have smoothness. But....I have a husband and 4 delightful children, one of whom loves to wake up a little earlier than the others and have her <strike>fake coffee </strike>hot cocoa and read her Bible. Precious. But habits make sense to me. The DEVELOPING of habits is another story...another post...another life. But at least I understand and can strive for this.<br />
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Another reason I loved this is because of how well it paradies with Charlotte Mason's writings of habits. Here are her own words.<br />
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<strong>" 'Habit is <em>ten</em> natures.'</strong> If that be true, strong as nature is, habit is not only as strong, but <em>tenfold</em> as strong. Here, then, have we a stronger than he, able to overcome this strong man armed."<br />
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" 'Begin it, and the thing will be completed!' is infallibly true of every mental and moral habitude: completed, not on the lines you foresee and intend, but on the lines appropriate and necessary to that particular habitude. "<br />
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"We think, <em>as we are accustomed to think</em>; ideas come and go and carry on a ceaseless traffic in the rut––let us call it––you have made for them in the very nerve substance of the brain. You do not deliberately intend to think these thoughts; you may, indeed, object strongly to the line they are taking (two 'trains' of thought going on at one and the same time!), and objecting, you may be able to barricade the way, to put up 'No Road' in big letters, and to compel the busy populace of the brain-world to take another route. But who is able <br />
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for these things? Not the child, immature of will, feeble in moral power, unused to the weapons of the spiritual warfare. He depends upon his parents; it rests with them to initiate the thoughts he shall think, the desires he shall cherish, the feelings he shall allow. Only to initiate; no more is permitted to them; but from this initiation will result the habits of thought and feeling which govern the man––his <em>character</em>, that is to say. But is not this assuming too much, seeing that, to sum up roughly all we understand by heredity, a child is born with his future in his hands? The child is born, doubtless, with the tendencies which should shape his future; but every tendency has its branch roads, its good or evil outcome; and to put the child on the right track for the fulfilment of the possibilities inherent in <em>him</em>, is the vocation of the parent."<br />
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"This relation of habit to human life––as the rails on which it runs to a locomotive––is perhaps the most suggestive and helpful to the educator; for just as it is on the whole easier for the locomotive to pursue its way on the rails than to take a disastrous run off them, so it is easier for the child to follow lines of habit carefully laid down than to run off these lines at his peril. It follows that this business of laying down lines towards the unexplored country of the child's future is a very serious and responsible one for the parent. It rests with him to consider well the tracks over which the child should travel with profit and pleasure; and, along these tracks, to lay down lines so invitingly smooth and easy that the little traveller is going upon them at full speed without stopping to consider whether or no he chooses to go that way."<br />
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There is so much more she wrote oh habits and other things. She it very talkative on this subject for good reason. Ms. Mason saw how habits helped a child in all of life, spiritually, physically, mentally. Spiritually by having the habit of going to Christ for all things, prayer and the reading of scripture, and all this to empower them to live godly lives, which influence every part of their being. Physically she observed herself the great advantages that those who practiced good habits of hygiene, exercise, and healthy eating had. They had much better overall health which also relates to mental health. And mentally aquiring those habits would serve to make studying less exhausting and to prepare the mind for receiving all the goodness and rejecting the wrong. <br />
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If you have never read Ms. Mason's series on Home Education, I strongly recommend you give her a try. Here is a link to her <a href="http://amblesideonline.org/CM/toc.html">books online</a> and here they are in <a href="http://amblesideonline.org/CM/ModernEnglish.html">modern language</a>. All these quotes came from book one titled <u>Home Education</u> . <br />
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So I am back with a VERY LONG post, no pics, and links to only books. What do you expect from a book lover? <br />
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thanks for reading,<br />
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RebRebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14782222996902035704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257908910180360601.post-36477901052789662792011-09-20T05:07:00.000-07:002011-09-20T05:07:18.793-07:00New Computer Post and other thingsI have been a bit posting challenged lately. I think I will use the excuse that 1. My arm is still healing, and 2. My little netbook that I KNOW how to download and post pics from had a little water spilled on the key board and we are waiting for a new one to come in from HONG KONG! Is there not anyone is the US who makes key boards for netbooks?????? Let's just say I am VERY frustrated with the state of things...economy, politics, health, chicken coops.<br />
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What was that? Yes, we need to build a new chicken coop and soon. The one we built last year was intended to hold 6-8 chickens at the most, but we have 11 poor fluffers who fight about roosting rights every night. I have been looking at building one out of wood floor pallets. Have you scene the plethora of projects out there using wood pallets? It makes the idea part of my brain go crazy. Here are a couple of pics from the web...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> The shed is actually not bad looking. It gives me ideas for a new chicken coop. I actually dreamed last night we used pallet wood for wood flooring. My brain is very full with projects right now...and my husband is not on speaking terms with me. He says if I will stay quiet, he'll let me keep cleaning, cooking, and taking care of kids. HMMMM! Delimas!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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We have not had the air conditioner on for ONE WHOLE WEEK! Last night we did have to turn it on but it only came on for a short time and nada since then. After having to use it constantly because of this past summer heat, it was such a joy and brought hopeful thoughts of cool fall days. Of course, I live in Arkansas which means we could have summer heat all the way to Thanksgiving!! Lord help me!<br />
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So in honor of the cool days past, and the hope of cool days to come, here is the menu for the week.<br />
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Mon. Haley's special chili. She makes great chili. She even demonstrated one year for the Homemakers group of 4-H. Of course we have cornbread and I throw in a small salad. <br />
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Tues. Baked Potatoes, my Rachael's favorite meal. With fixin's of course, like broccoli, bacon, cheese and butter. <br />
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Wed. <a href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/2011/09/honey-garlic-chicken-slow-cooker-recipe.html">Honey Garlic Chicken</a> with rice and sweet peas from the garden. Speakin' of which, it's the pits right now.<br />
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Thur. <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2008/02/sherried_tomato_soup/">Tomato Soup</a> with garlic cheese bread and a salad. We have lots of lettuce at our house right now. <br />
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Fri. The girls have a tea party at my moms and they will be having Pizza Fondue with homemade bread sticks. It think after that big lunch we will have sandwiches for dinner with fruit. <br />
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Sat. Sausage Egg Casserole with homemade cinnamon rolls. Oh My Goodness!!<br />
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Sun. A good old fashioned Roast with the Fixins (rice with brown gravy, beans, rolls, oh, and maybe a sweet potato casserole from this....<br />
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Have a wonderful week of eating and laughing with your family,<br />
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thank for reading,<br />
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Linky up with <a href="http://orgjunkie.com/2011/09/menu-plan-monday-sept-511.html">Organized Junkie Menu Monday</a>Rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14782222996902035704noreply@blogger.com4