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History on Your Bookshelves

I’ll bet that if you’re a reader like me, then you’ve collected a few….or a thousand….books over the years.  And I’ll also bet that even if you know you’ll never read a certain title again, that it’s hard to get rid of the copy.  And I’ll also bet that several of your volumes have thick layers of dust collecting on the spines.  If that last assumption is not the case, please don’t tell me, okay?

I have collected books for a couple of decades now and have several shelves laden with the contents.  Lately, however, I’ve been perusing them more often looking for things for Bonny Annie to read, and I’ve come up with some long-forgotten treasures.

Currently, we’re in the thick of a two-year study of American history.  Annaleigh’s curriculum is actually designed to be completed in a year, but we’re drawing it out over two in order to keep her and Dirty Harry covering the same subject matter simultaneously.  Bonny Annie reads voraciously though, so I’ve been trying to find extra books to fill in the holes.

Right now she’s in the middle of the series pictured above.  It’s The Keeper of the Ring series by Angela Elwell Hunt. Each book focuses on real and fictional characters that surround one of our country’s first settlements.  I had collected this series when I was a newlywed college student, almost twenty years ago…back before I had three kids and had the time and the metabolism to loll around reading thick books and eating entire bags of peanut M&Ms in one sitting.  When we got to this point in history, I remembered reading and enjoying them years ago and went searching for them.  As it turns out, I had to scrounge a couple of copies up on Amazon.  I guess I loaned a few out and never got them back.

Now, you can say what you like about Christian fiction.  I know, I know.  I’ve read some duds too.  Lots of them.  But there are some really good works out there, and this series….and really anything by Angela Hunt….is one of them.  For this series, don’t let the covers that are illustrated like this scare you….

Or this…

Just ignore and get past the simpering females, with swoony faces, heaving chests, and flowing tresses.  I promise you that these are not Harlequin novels.  You will find no bodice-ripping or sweaty, glistening muscles between these pages.  While there are some romantic elements, they are handled tastefully and surrounded by historical fact and sandwiched within a well-written yarn.

Other good series that I’ve found on my shelves include the following….

And I’m sure there are many, many more.  In fact, if you’ve read some great historical fiction, please leave your suggestions in the comment section.

Also, I’m not limiting my additions to Bonny Annie’s education to just Christian fiction.  Many, many good titles abound in the classics section.  I know she will be reading one of my all-time favorites, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, by Betty Smith in about a year, when we to turn-of-the century times.

I know she needs to know the facts of history, and we spend a good bit of time on that too, but in the meantime, it’s okay to let those facts come alive within the pages of a good read.

The Prodigal Ball, by Dirty Harry

(Hi….it’s the Pirate Mom here.  As you know, if you regularly read this blog, our baby, Cap’n Jack Henry, had minor surgery a couple of days ago to repair an inguinal hernia.  I woke up at 1:50am that morning to feed him, and I was unable to go back to sleep.  Needless to say, I was a space cadet for most of the day.  Big D’s camera weighs more and is more bulky than Jack Henry himself, so he didn’t want to lug it to the hospital.  So I ended up asking Dirty Harry to take some pictures of the going-ons of that day, and he’s here to help me blog about the experience.  Here’s what happened in Dirty Harry’s words….)

We got up at about 5:30am, and we left the house around 6:15am.  This is what Jack Henry looked like on the way to his surgery.  I know he looks a little like a gangster, but he really isn’t.  He’s just a baby.  He laughed and talked the whole way to the hospital, which was about 45 minutes.  Obviously he didn’t know about his surgery.

This is the waiting room.  He was starting to get fussy when we got in there.  I think it was because he was hungry and tired.  Did I mention he hadn’t had milk since 2am or food since 8pm the night before?  I think I would be fussy too.  He didn’t have to wait too long to get called back, but me, my sister and grandma had a looooooooooong wait.

Although the wait didn’t seem too long because there were video games in the waiting area.  I was addicted to the basketball one.  Indiana Mimi was a decent player too.

After a while, my mom and dad came back out.  This meant that Jack Henry was in surgery now.  My dad took this picture of himself.  That’s why it’s upside-down.  Mom took us to the cafeteria for a snack.  When she had to go upstairs again, me, Sis and Mimi went to go look at the trains.  I showed them the way because I knew where they were from when we were there for Jack Henry’s MRI.  They had no idea where they were going and would have been lost without me.

When we got back we found out that Jack Henry was out of surgery, and the doctor found his ball.  My dad said it was the prodigal ball, sort of like the prodigal son of the Bible who was gone but then came home.  We had to wait a little longer, and then my mom brought out Jack Henry.

I took this picture of him when he first came out.  He was crying, but later he stopped, and he slept the whole way home.

He doesn’t look like a gangster anymore, does he?  Just a tired little baby.

I’m glad things went well for Jack Henry and that he got to be fed later that day.  I’m also glad he got his ball back because if he didn’t my dad was going to call him Uno for the rest of his life.

The End

(Thanks Dirty Harry for filling in.  I learned some things from your post.  I had no idea that Indiana Mimi could play basketball.)

Breakfast-in-Bed Means….

  • …that it’s your birthday.
  • …that your kids love you.
  • …that your kids are sweet.
  • …that your kids are creative.
  • …that you’re thankful that you taught Bonny Annie how to make really good scrambled eggs.
  • …that you are not expected to eat the leaves.  They are for decoration purposes only.
  • …that your kids had no idea that when they awoke you with this tray at 7am that you had just rounded out a total of three hours of sleep because their baby brother stayed awake until almost 3:30am.
  • …that if you’re not careful and majorly sleep-deprived that the homemade smoothie in the left-hand corner will tip over and spill all over your quilt.
  • …that you are a blessed woman….even if you have to get up now and wash your quilt on a ridiculous amount of sleep.

And on another note, please pray for Cap’n Jack Henry today.  He’s having inguinal hernia surgery later this morning.

Even though for unknown reasons, he likes to torture me in the wee morning hours, I’m hoping everything goes smoothly and that he’ll….well, ummm….ahem…get his….oh boy….*cough, cough*…testicle back.  There…I said it.  Thanks.

King(s) of the Jungle

Welcome to Flashback Friday!

Back in October of 2000, Dirty Harry was five months old.  For Halloween that year I bought him the cutest, sweetest and hottest lion costume on the planet.  He absolutely hated it and swore that he’d never keep his room clean a day in his life for revenge on me.  And he has kept his word.  Oh people, has he kept his word!

Over the summer, when we were visiting Charleston, my sister Debbles pulled some Rubbermaid tubs full of boy clothes from her attic for me to look through.  Guess what I found?  Yep!  The dreaded lion costume!

Everyone says that the Cap’n and Dirty Harry look alike, and that is true.  However, there are some differences here.  First of all, Jack Henry is wearing the suit as an eleven month old, and while he has been accused of having a large head, it is apparently not as large as his brother’s at five months old because his face had a lot more room.  Secondly, once he got it on, Jack Henry actually liked being a lion.  Of course, that may have to do with the fact that it was in the 40s the day he wore it, rather than in the 80s when Harrison wore it.  All in all, I think this means that Jack Henry will always have a clean room, and don’t try to tell me otherwise.

Last Saturday we went to the annual Harvest Festival and Trunk-or-Treat at Regg’s farm.  This is Regg.

He’s Big D’s boss, and he’s giving us a hay ride.

Here’s the crew….

And no, I don’t know what Dirty Harry is doing with his face.  Perhaps the sight of the lion costume has triggered some long-buried negative emotions.  Or maybe he is lamenting that he is dressed as a Titan and they are now 0-6.  Or perhaps he’s just being goofy.  It’s hard to tell with that one.

Oh, alright….even though I loathe this picture, here’s one of me…

(Psst…Susan, can you see that Annaleigh is wearing her vest and gloves?  She looked so cute in them!)

We even took the little lion to the petting zoo.  Here’s he’s thinking, “Mmmmm…chicken!”

Ahhh….memories!  That suit is soooo cute that it makes me want to have another one to dress up.

Don’t hold your breath though.  I’m lion…er, I mean lyin’!

Spider Saga, Part IV

Every year in September we have had a large banana spider set up residence in our flower bed in front of our house.

The first year it was a horror story.  Her name was Shelob, and she was as big as my hand.  Not that I held her or anything, but I think you get the picture.

Then in 2008, the spider was a bit smaller, a little easier for us to swallow.  Well, not that we actually swallowed her, but….oh, you know what I mean.  Her name was Spidey.

Last year, the spider was even smaller.  I got some very creepy photos of her shedding her skin, and I would find myself involuntarily shuddering for weeks.  Because it was so much smaller, we erroneously thought it was male, and called it He-lob.

This year, September came and went, and no spider.  While I was never totally in love with our garden spiders, I sort of missed their presence a little (not really).  The kids kept asking where our annual spider was (not really).  We’ve all shed tears (not really).

So, I went to Wal-mart and bought this…

Her name is Matilda, and she’s my favorite spider yet!  Mainly because she doesn’t breathe.

Coupon Craze

As if my life could not get any lamer, I add a coupon obsession.

I have always been somewhat a failure at couponing.  I have, for years, clipped them sporadically from the Sunday paper and organized them in a little plastic thing and kept them in my purse.  I would, occasionally, even remember to fish a few out for some products I was purchasing.  Then, once in a while, one of them perhaps didn’t expire four months ago, and I would save a grand total of fifty cents on a box of cereal.

I didn’t know how to do it.  I had read these amazing stories of women saving hundreds of dollars a year by using coupons, but it baffled me.  Alluded me.  Confused me.  How do these crazy coupon ladies do it? I wondered.

Well, now I think I officially qualify as a Crazy Coupon Lady. 

Behold!  How much do you think all this is worth?

Thirty dollars?  Please notice they are all name brand products.  I’ll also tell you that they came from Publix, one of the more expensive grocery stores in our area.  Forty dollars?

Yep, it was just about forty dollars.  But I only paid $10.12!

See?  Told ya’!

Okay, here’s how I did it…

First, I discovered the site www.southernsavers.com .  It is an amazing wealth of information and saves consumers a lot of time and effort.  Basically, every week the author tells you exactly which store to shop in, which coupons to use, and which sales to hit in order to score your best savings.  You can move your computer’s mouse right down a shopping list for a specific store and click the items you want to buy and then print a customized shopping list.

The key to achieving your maximum savings is to use a coupon for an item that is on sale.  Yesterday at Publix, here’s what I paid for each item….

  • Fresh Express salad in a bag:  It was a Buy One, Get One (B1G1), which made it approximately $2 a bag.  I had a coupon for $.55 off, so I paid $1.44 for one bag.
  • Log Cabin syrup:  B1G1, regularly $3.49, now $1.74.  I had a coupon for $.50, which Publix will double, so I paid $.74.
  • Krustaez pancake mix:  B1G1, regularly $2.19, now $1.09.   I had a coupon for $1 off 2 boxes, so I paid $.09 each.
  • Krustaez cookie mix:  B1G1, regularly $2.29, now $1.14.  I had two coupons for $1 off each box, so I paid $.14 each.
  • Ronzoni Healthy harvest pasta:  B1G1, regularly $1.79, now $.89.  I had two coupons for $1 off 2 boxes, so I paid $.39 each.
  • Progresso bread crumbs:  B1G1, regularly $1.83, now $.91.  I had two coupons for $1 off 2 containers, so I paid $.41 each.
  • Betty Crocker fruit snacks:  B1G1, regularly $2.69, now $1.34.  I had a coupon for $.40 off, which Publix doubled, so I paid $.54.
  • Pillsbury Toaster Strudel:  On sale for $1.67.  I had a coupon for $1 off, so I paid $.67.

Most of these things I would buy on a regular trip to the grocery store anyway.  I admit that I don’t normally buy toaster strudels or cookie mix.  The toaster strudels are just a fun treat.  Normally I make cookies from scratch, but for fourteen cents I’ll try a boxed mix for sure!

My family is getting a kick out of my obsession.  Bonny Annie thinks it’s fun, except she refuses to carry my green, one inch, three-ring binder that holds all of my coupons.  Something about being thirteen and cool…whatever.  Big D just had one question:  Why do we need four containers of bread crumbs?

My answer:  So the next time I get lost taking our son to his baseball game, I can leave a trail so that he can find me.  You know…since I don’t have a GPS and all.

 

Mr. I

Mr. I is Jack Henry’s new stuffed animal.  Dirty Harry and I bought it for him from the the Vanderbilt’s Children’s Hospital gift shop last Thursday when Jack Henry was having an MRI.  Isn’t that a great name for a skeleton bear?  When it is actually commemorating the day you had an MRI?

Yes, the baby had an MRI.  Just for fun.

Not really.

You see, you may remember almost a year ago, when Jack Henry was born, he was in the NICU for a week.  He was small, only a little over five pounds, because he was a tad early and because my blood pressure had spiked at the end of my pregnancy, causing my placenta to basically quit feeding him.  He had some breathing issues and some blood sugar issues.  Then, while he was in there, they found a heart murmur.  They also thought his chest cavity and head were large.  So they ran tests.  Lots and lots of tests.  And Jack Henry passed them all with flying colors.  The Cap’n continued to see a cardiologist for a couple of months, but the murmur eventually went away, and we were given a clean bill of health.

On his regular visits to his pediatrician, you know they do all those measurements, and his head kept coming up larger than normal and a little out of proportion with the rest of his body.  I was completely non-worried about this because Dirty Harry has a big noggin too.  His head as an infant was always off the charts.  Plus Jack Henry is developing normally, aside from being slightly behind in gross motor skills.  But his doctor always was a little uncomfortable with the measurements.

Finally, at his nine month appointment, she told me that he needed to see a radiologist.  The measurements kept creeping up, and she wanted to have it checked out and rule out some things.

“What things?” I asked.

Basically there were two main things that could cause his head to be larger than average:  a mass and fluid.  She assured me she didn’t think it was a mass at all because a mass large enough to cause abnormal head growth usually affects development as well.  Fluid would mean he was hydro cephalic.  She didn’t say much about that, so I went home and researched on my own, and he had no other symptoms.

So, all in all, I felt they were just going to have a little look-see inside my baby’s brain.  His slightly larger-than-normal brain.

Well, the results were exactly what I thought.  Jack Henry is normal.  His head size is normal for him, and there are no problems.  Except….

His lateral ventricles are slightly larger than normal, which is basically about as significant as having a slightly larger than normal big toe.  *Sigh*  I knew they’d find something else though.  Basically these ventricles are where fluid couldleak into the brain area.  They could be just the size that’s normal for him, or they could be under a bit of pressure, which can’t be measured.  So now our pediatrician wants us to go see a neurosurgeon.  It’s the textbook thing to say.  I predict that he ‘s going to look at the kid’s ventricles and tell us to come back if X, Y or Z begins to happen,  and then he will leave work and go buy a Harley Davidson with what he just made from our insurance.

I didn’t feel like talking about all this before because…well…I don’t know….I guess it sort of makes it more real, the more people you tell.  One has to keep explaining things over and over and over again, and eventually, even if the Lord has given you a sense of peace, it starts to sound scary.  Now, however, I just want to ask you to pray.

Could you pray for that sweet little face, that we could once and for all get all of this resolved?  All of this makes you a little weary when you feel in your heart of hearts that your child is healthy.  I suppose it gets even more weary when your child is not healthy.  Perspective, I guess….

And while you’re at it, he’s having minor surgery later this month to repair a hernia.  You can pray for that too if you’d like.

Thanks.

It’s Baaaaaack!

Two years ago I held the silliest, most ridiculous contest ever.

Basically I took this old wreath decoration that was constructed from Starlite mints and hid it in various pictures that I took and posted on my blog throughout the month of November.   I had a little point system set up, and it was a race to see who could e-mail me first with the locations.  I also had little mini contests for extra points including a poetry contest and a number guess (as in how many mints were on my ugly wreath).  It was a lot of fun…at least for me.  If you’re really, really bored you can visit my old blog here and surf through my Novemeber 2007  entries (go to Archives on my sidebar) to see what I’m talking about.

Well, at one point during my contest a fellow blogging friend, Arby, insulted my poor wreath in the very worst of ways.  He called it hideous.  So when the contest ended, I had no other choice than to pack up the wreath and mail it to him.  I thought he might get a laugh out of it and then toss it out.

But no.  Now he is hosting another Where’s the Wreath contest this year on his blog.  The rules are similar to my original one, but you need to go visit Arby here and get the whole low down.

You should participate.  It will be a real hoot!  You should at least go look at the wreath make-over Arby and his wife, The Boss, executed after their son ate many of the mints (despite a warning from me NOT to eat the ancient candy).  I, for one, can’t wait to see where he placed the new and improved wreath for his photos! 

Just be careful…..or YOU might end up with the wreath for next year’s contest!

8th Grade Politics

Welcome to Flashback Friday!

When I was in the 8th grade, I ran for Student Council president.  I was my homeroom’s representative and any 8th grader could run, so I did, against three of my friends.  There is a picture in my yearbook of the entire student council, but that would have involved rummaging in my attic, and at this time of year, would put me at risk of a brown recluse bite.  So I rummaged around on the computer, a much safer and less creepy activity, and found this picture from about the same time period.

My campaign slogan could have been:  Vote for Me….I’ll Bend Over Backward for You!  Or perhaps:  Vote for Kellie….Her Hair Blends Right in with the Floor!

Well, despite whatever efforts I put into the whole thing, I lost and I spent the rest of the year just being a measly student council rep.

The past couple of weeks have been a bit of deja vu for me because Bonny Annie has been waging a campaign to become the middle school representative for her home school tutorial.  It’s a little weird isn’t it that a home school tutorial would have a student government?  It’s fairly large for a tutorial (about 100 students from 6th-12th grades) and has other school-ish activities and offerings like yearbooks and proms and such.

So, anyway, she wanted to run, and all of the hurt and heartbreak of my own failed campaign came flooding back into my bruised psyche.  I immediately decided to live vicariously through my teen-aged daughter and win this time!

First, we busied ourselves with the poster angle.  The following were Bonny Annie’s creations based on her three-pronged message of EXPERIENCE, LEADERSHIP and SERVITUDE.

And here was my idea…

Is there any wonder that I failed at a political career?

Actually that poster was a big hit at the tutorial.  You can’t see it in the picture, but Annaleigh was offering a candy prize to anyone who could name the four historical, red-headed leaders.  Do you know who they are?  I’ll tell you at the end of this post.

Next, we offered little voting incentives…

Get it?  Pick me?  You know….’cause it’s a flower.

She also had to give a speech to the student body, which I didn’t get to hear.  I’ve been told it was good though.

As a last straw, I offered to bake chocolate chip cookies if she was elected.  In a desperate measure, I posted it to her facebook page.

After all this, Bonny Annie still didn’t think she would win.  Her reasoning was that out of the four who were running, there was just one boy.  She thought he’d naturally get most of the male vote, and then the three girls who were running were all friends and hung out with the same crowd and would split votes.  It sounded pretty logical to me.

*Sigh…*  It’s going to be just like my 8th grade election, I thought.  All of that hard work and dedication.  All of those promises.  All of my….I mean her…hopes, dreams plans.  All gone.  All dashed to pieces.   All the…

Except Bonny Annie won.  She is now the elected middle school representative of West Harpeth Christian Tutorial.

And I won’t need therapy after all.  And I have to bake six dozen cookies.

The red-headed leaders on the poster are Winston Churchill, Thomas Jefferson, Queen Elizabeth I, and Napolean.

A fellow student said to Annaleigh that they didn’t think Napolean was a very good example of a positive leader, and she retorted, “While he may have had some psychological issues, he was  a brilliant military strategist.”  So there you go.

Survivor

“You know, Mom,” Dirty Harry began the other day, “I think Jack Henry would have probably survived the Starving Time at Jamestown.”

“Really?  Why is that?”  I was expecting him to say that he thought his baby brother was going to grow up to be extra strong or brave or smart or something.

“Because he would have been one of the first ones to eat his leather shoes.  It would have probably been his idea.  He probably would have even liked it.”

I think he has a valid point…

At least Dirty Harry is listening to his history lessons.


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