<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:12:23.037-04:00</updated><category term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>A Mountain Homeschool</title><subtitle type='html'>Observations and random ramblings on the life of a school-at-home, work-from-home family (from the Dad's point of view).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-1450377642484360640</id><published>2009-10-01T13:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:13:23.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We interrupt the dearth of blogging . . .</title><content type='html'>So it happened again. Yep. Too many technological options to choose from; too little time. Plus that whole "actually getting work done during the work day" thing. At least I'm not tweeting yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw this today and, since Facebook isn't loading for me (anyone else having problems lately?), I thought I'd post it here. Regardless of where you stand on the health care debate (where do you stand, by the way?), this is a pretty amusing poke at our celebrity-obsessed culture. And by "celebrity-obsessed", I mostly mean celebrities who are obsessed with themselves and their own self-importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AJ9Te1XP8RM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AJ9Te1XP8RM&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-1450377642484360640?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/1450377642484360640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=1450377642484360640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1450377642484360640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1450377642484360640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-interrupt-dearth-of-blogging.html' title='We interrupt the dearth of blogging . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-8779431314260394619</id><published>2009-05-26T15:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:50:46.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break - Homeschool Style . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/ShxHCMZbYiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FzKYShENzCY/s1600-h/IMG_6318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340221361167753762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/ShxHCMZbYiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FzKYShENzCY/s320/IMG_6318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm a little tardy talking about Spring Break here the day after Memorial Day, but oh well. Sometime around July 4th I'll mention how we celebrated Memorial Day. (OK, so as to keep the suspense levels down, I'll just mention that it was rainy all weekend and we mostly cleaned house and had friends / family over to eat. Sounds exciting, huh?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhat, the Mountainside Homeschool Academy DID take a Spring Break this year (as per usual). Last year we went to California for a family wedding and did all kinds of cool stuff like visit Sequoia National Forest, Muir Woods, and the Jelly Belly Factory. We did NOT do other cool stuff like visit a vineyard. As educational as it would have been, we couldn't quite bring ourselves to take three children (ages 8 and under) to tour wineries. Maybe next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we stayed closer to home. However, we did want to do something educational AND something fun. Introducing the &lt;a href="http://www.burton4h.org/"&gt;Burton 4-H Center&lt;/a&gt; on Tybee Island! A part of the Univ of Georgia Extension Program, Burton offers educational programs on sea and tidal eco-systems to schools across Georgia (and presumably beyond). This year, they held a "homeschool program" week for the first time, opening the camp up to any homeschool families who wanted to attend. It was the first time they had tried something like this, and I'm pleased to say that it was quite a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "campers" were divided up into age-appropriate groups. Parents could go with whomever they wanted. The classes included "Crabs &amp;amp; Critters" (including crabs, turtles, fish, snakes, lizards, etc), "Marsh Ecology", "Beach Ecology", and the ever popular "Squid Dissection". No really. Tinkerbelle was more excited about getting to dissect a squid than anything else. It was awesome! Each kid took turns holding, cutting, squishing, and pointing at the various parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/ShxGr3qb0PI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ta9wZEWZ21U/s1600-h/IMG_6322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340220977644818674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/ShxGr3qb0PI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ta9wZEWZ21U/s320/IMG_6322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the units were a big hit. The camp seemed really pleased with the response (they turned away over 100 people, so apparently there is a definite demand for such a service) and with our feedback, so my guess is they will offer the program at least twice a year going forward. This was my first experience with anything associated with 4-H, and I was impressed. OK, the lodgings were pretty rustic (think summer camp), and we all agreed we would willingly pay more for better food (see previous parenthetic statement). But all in all, it was a big hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you homeschoolers lurking in the blogoshere, check into similar programs in your home state. If the 4-H camps don't offer them, point them to the Georgia system, where the beta test went swimmingly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-8779431314260394619?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/8779431314260394619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=8779431314260394619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8779431314260394619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8779431314260394619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-break-homeschool-style.html' title='Spring Break - Homeschool Style . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/ShxHCMZbYiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FzKYShENzCY/s72-c/IMG_6318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-8352450260851396791</id><published>2009-05-20T14:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:06:44.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How did that happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/ShRTzQjsfNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Pgv-WOp7OJU/s1600-h/IMG_6337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337983598423997650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/ShRTzQjsfNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Pgv-WOp7OJU/s320/IMG_6337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so when I started playing around on Facebook (see previous post), I didn't think it would trigger a 3 month hiatus from this humble blog. I'm not quite sure how that happened. Life? That's certainly been happening (in spades). Work? I'm hardly traveling at all now, which has actually diminished my "bored in a hotel room I think I'll post something on my blog" time. Who knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the interim, I've missed out on blogging about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spring Break / Science Camp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Spring recital / concert blitz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Springtime in the mountains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;administering the Iowa Basic Skills Test (I can hear the collective groan from my readers from here!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;catching up with long-time friends from my high-school choir (thanks, ahem, to Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll try to take each of those in turn over the next few weeks and, maybe just maybe, insert a few cogent thoughts on how our 3rd year of homeschooling has transpired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;blessings and prayers to Tim and Tonya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;welcome back Arby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;hello to Wendy (and here are some pictures - your Dad gave me your message)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/ShRUIGEQo9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/VdQ0DTFxzU4/s1600-h/IMG_6412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337983956385047506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/ShRUIGEQo9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/VdQ0DTFxzU4/s320/IMG_6412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-8352450260851396791?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/8352450260851396791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=8352450260851396791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8352450260851396791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8352450260851396791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-did-that-happen.html' title='How did that happen?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/ShRTzQjsfNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Pgv-WOp7OJU/s72-c/IMG_6337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-6641768185676805158</id><published>2009-02-06T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:27:04.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've found someone else . . .</title><content type='html'>It's not that I meant to.  I wasn't looking.  It was just an innocent email from a fraternity brother of old, mentioning that there was a "group" for our fraternity now, up on some newfangled thing called "Facebook".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sucked in.  I just wanted to see who had signed up.  But first, I had to get my own page on FB.  Then, I found out that I could be "friends" with people.  People I hadn't seen in years.  People who were posting little snippets about their lives, their families, even photo's.  (note: some of them haven't aged very gracefully!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing you know, I'm FBing like a man possessed.  "How many friends do I have?"  "Can I get to 100 by the weekend?"  "Ooh, I remember him!"  "Hey, there's that girl I went to the Homecoming Dance with my senior year in highschool.  (yikes!)" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus it happened.  I became a Facebook junky.  I'm still wrestling with the balance.  Oh, I still check in on my favorite blog buddies (Hey, Tim!).  But it's so much easier to just finish the sentence "Chris is . . ." then to actually compose a whole essay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted.  Meanwhile, I think I just became friends with the kid from down the street who laughed at my French Horn in Junior High.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-6641768185676805158?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/6641768185676805158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=6641768185676805158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6641768185676805158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6641768185676805158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-found-someone-else.html' title='I&apos;ve found someone else . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-7357840224458950964</id><published>2009-01-08T14:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:19:33.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you were wondering . . .</title><content type='html'>1) Playing Wii Mario Cart for an hour right before bed is not conducive to falling right to sleep (but it does generate new aches and pains!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Watching a few episodes from Season 1 of &lt;strong&gt;24&lt;/strong&gt; right before bed is also not conducive to falling right to sleep (but it does generate some mighty interesting dreams!)&lt;br /&gt;3) Doing both of those in the same evening can lead to a long, sleepless night indeed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!! Apparently, &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; traveling does not lead to more frequent blog posting, since I have been in town every night since my last post and yet three weeks have passed. Hmmm. Apparently, a new Wii (family Christmas gift) and &lt;strong&gt;24&lt;/strong&gt; (we're trying to finish Season 1 before the new season starts on Sunday) are not conducive to blogging, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust that each and every one of you (ie "both of you") had a great Christmas. Ours here at the Mountain Homeschool was great. No overnight trips; lots of playing with family. Work-related angst increased ("oops, I don't have the head-count for you afterall!") and then subsided ("hey, can I get you on &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; team?") Details and exact job description TBD, but it looks like I'll be traveling a good bit less than last year. Yeah!! I've been working on my home office (pictures to follow once I'm done); now it looks like I'll be able to actually use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough for now; I'll start blogging about more substantive issues in the near future. Or not. Maybe just link to some fun video's. Regardless, I'll try to be around more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Tim: I LOVED &lt;em&gt;Dr. Horrible&lt;/em&gt;; sorry I didn't link to it when I saw it last year. We would have had yet one more subject in common to discuss over dinner last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to everyone: &lt;a href="http://bighollywood.breitbart.com/"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; here's a new site for you to check out at your convenience. Dirty Harry, from one of my previous favorite clicks, is now the Editor in Chief at Andrew Breitbart's newest venture, Big Hollywood.  Looks like it's going to be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-7357840224458950964?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/7357840224458950964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=7357840224458950964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/7357840224458950964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/7357840224458950964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-case-you-were-wondering.html' title='In case you were wondering . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-8761580217114445094</id><published>2008-12-18T16:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:10:58.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Memories . . .</title><content type='html'>I've blogged in the past about how powerful memories are.  That point is driven home regularly during the Advent and Christmas seasons.  (soapbox warning . . . I refuse to call it the "Holiday" season here.  I'll be PC at work, but this is my blog, dadgummit, and I'll call it what I want!!!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of year is filled with triggers that bring back vivid memories from Christmas' past.  Stringing lights on the tree; singing those great Christmas carols; hanging stockings with care; etc etc.  Many of my memories are musical in nature.  One was triggered last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blockus and I were up late wrapping Christmas presents.  Did you see what I just wrote?!?  On December 17th, we were WRAPPING PRESENTS!!!!!  This did NOT evoke a vivid memory as we have never wrapped anything this early.  I'm so proud.  (it was either that or clean the house and that &lt;em&gt;clearly&lt;/em&gt; wasn't going to happen).  Anywhere, we were still going strong at 11:00 when &lt;em&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/em&gt; ended on TNT.  As I was reaching for the remote, I saw the promo for what was on next - &lt;em&gt;Christmas in Washington.&lt;/em&gt;  Now, the annual spectacle that I remember was just that - a spectacle.  President and Mrs. Reagan sitting on the front row listening to a mix of singing stars broadcast during prime time on one of the big three networks.  Over the past few years I've caught glimpses of the show on a seemingly random array of networks (CMT, Lifetime, the Food Network maybe?).  And the "talent" seemed to have fallen off a bit.  Lot's of pop; not much culture.  Maybe I'm just getting old(er). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night didn't start off much better.  I don't know who the first singer was (bless her heart), but we promptly hit "mute" while she gyrated around the stage in a gold lame mini-dress.  "Merry Christmas!"  I was going to give them one more song; if things didn't improve we were moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news!  Next up - Kristin Chenowith.  Loved her in West Wing; can sing along to most of the soundtrack from the original "Wicked".  (yes, I love Broadway; you gonna make something of it?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wasn't her best performance, but it was enough to keep us watching.  Next Darius Rucker (ne "Hootie") singing an absolutely lovely song that neither of us had ever heard before.  I was starting to really enjoy myself!  And I suddenly realized that, despite everything, I was still watching &lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; in Washington.  Not "Holiday" in Washington or "Winter Solstice" in Washington.  These people were right up there on stage singing about the Baby Jesus and everything!  Out loud!  On TV!  Well I'll be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next act (that I remember, at least; remember that by now it's 11:30 and we're wrapped out) sealed the deal.  I remember Blockus calling me to the kitchen to see some acapella group on YouTube singing the Twelve Days of Christmas.  Just some guys from Indiana University singing at their annual Christmas / Holiday concert.  They were amazing!  Talented, funny  and yes, talented.  Well, that video went viral and now they are living the dream of every college-age music group.  Major contract with a major recording label; performing on national TV (albeit TNT) in front of the First Lady.  (FYI, this was recorded while the President was dodging shoes in Iraq earlier in the week).  "Straight No Chaser" is the name of the group and they are darned talented.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Fe11OlMiz8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Fe11OlMiz8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Fe11OlMiz8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole show ended on a high note. Lot's of beautiful carols sung beautifully; unashamed celebration of the birth of the Christ Child.  It was an awful lot like the olden days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-8761580217114445094?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/8761580217114445094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=8761580217114445094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8761580217114445094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8761580217114445094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-memories.html' title='Christmas Memories . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-5922489582549594532</id><published>2008-12-13T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:10:48.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being Celebrated . . .</title><content type='html'>This past week marked my final week of travel for the year.  Yippeeeeee!!!  As previously noted, I journeyed to Seattle and Sacramento.  Amazingly enough, I found Seattle to be gray, cloudy, rainy, and cold.  Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacramento, however was enjoying a nice warm-up after a frosty beginning to the week and it was wonderfully sunny.  My raincoat stayed in the hotel the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of Sacramento, though, was dinner on Thursday night.  I was priviledged to be invited to dinner at the home of my western doppelganger.  How cool is that!?!  I've never actually met any of my blogger buddies yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Humorous aside - - - one of my colleagues asked me if I wanted to have dinner with him that same evening.  I had to figure out how to decline without making it sound wierd.  "No thanks, I'm meeting some guy I met on the internet."  Hmm, no that won't do.  "No can do, some total stranger who either has a lovely family much like mine OR a raging imagination is picking me up and driving me off into the darkness."  Nope, that won't work either.  "Sorry, I'm having dinner with some friends."  That worked!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhich, Tim picked me up at my hotel (no short haul from either his office or home) and took me home to meet Tonya, PFF, AJ, and Happy Boy.  We had a great time getting to know one another, eating some amazing homemade soup and cornbread, listening to Tim play "Moonlight Sonata" on the piano, reading books to the kids while cozied up on the sofa, and in general laughing and enjoying one anothers company.  (at least, I was; hopefully they were too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, many thanks to Tim and Tonya for opening their home to a cyber-friend but otherwise total stranger.  It was a priviledge to be welcomed by your family.  Besides (inside joke), after umpty-leven weeks of travel, I was REALLY tired of hotel and restaurant food!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and Tim really does have a lovely family much like mine, and he did return me safely to my hotel.  No worries at all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend,&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-5922489582549594532?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/5922489582549594532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=5922489582549594532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5922489582549594532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5922489582549594532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-being-celebrated.html' title='On Being Celebrated . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-183194246556577305</id><published>2008-12-05T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:52:38.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations on San Juan . . .</title><content type='html'>Encouraged by Tim's comment from my last post, I'll provide a few observations based on my trip to San Juan.  (Thanks, Tim!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people of San Juan are a wonderful, kind, loving people.  Everyone there went way out of their way to make me feel welcome.  I once heard a leader I greatly respect state "go where you're celebrated, not where you're tolerated."  I was definitely "celebrated" in San Juan and as a result I will go out of my way to go back and support our team there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Example 1: our General Manager arranged for a private tour of the Capital Building in Old San Juan.  It is one of three state capitals in the country that is made of marble.  Not only that, but all of the exterior marble came from the great state of Georgia (my own county, in fact!).  I learned a lot about the history of Puerto Rico that I was woefully ignorant of prior to this trip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Example 2:  I also got to tour El Morro, the larger of the two fortresses guarding Old San Juan.  Started in the mid-1500's by the Spanish, it protected the city through the Spanish-American War when, in 1898, the American Navy defeated the Spanish and took possession of the island.  It reminded me of the fort in St. Augustine, but is much larger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is great food to be had in San Juan.  However, don't confuse "Puerto Rican" food with "Mexican" food.  First, they bear no resemblance to one another, and second, you'll really make the Puerto Ricans mad!  PR food is more like Spanish food; lot's of pork and beef; spicy rice; etc.  We had lunch one day at Reice's, an upscale "traditional Puerto Rican" restaurant where I had Mofongo.  Take a plantain, mash it and mix with spices, and press the mixture around the sides of a tall wooden bowl.  Fill the interior with churasco (skirt steak).  Yum!  (side note: anything you can do with a potato, you can do with a plantain)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even though PR is a part of the USA, it really was like being in a foreign country.  I speak no Spanish, so I was at the mercy of everyone else being willing to accomodate me and my language.  Everyone was very gracious (see #1 above), but usually the conversations bounced between the two languages.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The last evening I was there I walked out along the beachfront walk of my hotel.  It was December 3rd, and I was lying in a beach lounge chair, watching the stars, listening to the waves break against the rocks about 30 feet away.  It's days like that that remind me how much I love my job!!!  Hopefully a return trip in February will include Blockus as a travel-mate.  She loves PR and definitely deserves a break!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I'm back home in the cold but beautiful mountains.  Monday, I leave for Seattle and Sacramento.  (Hey Tim, did you catch that?!?  I'll be there Wed evening thru Friday morning).  Then, it's home sweet home for the rest of the year.  (I think).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-183194246556577305?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/183194246556577305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=183194246556577305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/183194246556577305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/183194246556577305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/12/observations-on-san-juan.html' title='Observations on San Juan . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-8188515964939887894</id><published>2008-12-02T13:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:21:15.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Heavens! ! !</title><content type='html'>Have I really not posted anything for 5 weeks?!?  Never mind "NaBloPoMo", how about "NoPoAtAllInNoMo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick summary of what we've missed.&lt;br /&gt;1) Belle had a birthday (she's 9 now, and really turning into quite the young lady).  I heard the party was nice, but I wasn't invited because I'm a &lt;strong&gt;boy.&lt;/strong&gt;  You see, she had a fancy tea party, and only &lt;em&gt;girls&lt;/em&gt; go to fancy tea parties.  So, The Boy and I stayed home and watched football on TV with my Dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) One of my good friends lost his job.  I know he's not the only one in the country in that boat, but that's hitting pretty close to home!  Prayers for him and his wife are desired and appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I found out that my small team of people is "going away" in 2009.  (see item #2 and start to panic).  Oh, I found out about this the day before Thanksgiving ; what a way to set the mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Turns out item #3 is going to turn out all right.  I talked to a VP today who &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wants me on his new team that he's building from scratch.  Turns out that my "old team going away" is really more of a "old team moving to a new home with a new boss" more than anything.  Nothing is final yet, including the all important comp plan, but I'm feeling MUCH better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Despite #3 above, we had a wonderful Thanksgiving.  After spending Thursday with Blockus' family, we headed to my folks (about an hour away) Friday morning to celebrate with my family.  Two parents, three brothers, three sisters-in-law (don't you hate it when people say "sister-in-laws"? I know I do), nine nieces and nephews, an aunt and an uncle, and a partridge in a pear tree.  It was great fun.  We had a professional photographer friend come do a family portrait of the whole clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) One of my nephews got engaged the weekend before Thanksgiving.  He's the first of that next generation to do so; all of my nieces were thrilled that someone else was taking the plunge first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) And, after a week at home with no business travel, I'm back on the road again.  I know you'll feel sorry for me when I disclose my current location . . . San Juan PR.  When I left home yesterday morning it was 33 degrees and snowy; it's in the 70's here.  Sweet!!!  I have to admit, though, I really do feel like I'm in a foreign country.  Everyone here in the office is trying to remember that I'm here and thus have all conversations in English.  But when they get excited about something (um, that happens a lot here) they lapse back into Spanish and I just smile and nod as I listen.  My GM here keeps trying to translate for me by whispering in my ear, but it's exhausting trying to keep up.  Oh, cool aside . . . I was the "featured guest speaker" at a training session held over lunch at our office here today.  Before I was introduced the local manager kicked off the meeting (in Spanish).  I was messing with my laptop while he spoke, but suddenly I realized that his tone of voice had changed and everyone had gotten very still.  I looked up and realized that he was praying!  And it wasn't just a "Lord bless this food" prayer, it was a long one that appeared to cover a lot of ground.  How cool is that?  Clearly, this is a close-knit team whose members have been here for an average of 7 years.  In ten years with this company, that was a first for me.  Just thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for a "stream of conciousness" post?  I'll try to come back again before 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-8188515964939887894?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/8188515964939887894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=8188515964939887894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8188515964939887894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8188515964939887894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-heavens.html' title='Good Heavens! ! !'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-5371141315729065653</id><published>2008-10-22T23:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:36:04.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still missing in action . . .</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am again.  "Here" would be in a hotel room, right where you'd expect me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time (not so long ago), when I described my work and travel schedule to people, I would say something along the lines of "I usually travel 2 or 3 days a week, 3 weeks a month.  Not too much; just enough to be interesting."  Lately, it's been more like "4 or 5 days a week, every week of the flippin month for months  and months on end".  At what point does "not normal" become "the new normal"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, this really has been a season of unusual travel activity.  It will continue to some degree through Thanksgiving, then abate through December.  We'll see how "normal" defines itself in the new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I finally took some time tonight (while the World Series is on in the background) to catch up one the comings and goings of some of my favorite bloggers.  Good heavens!  People are getting pregnant, giving birth, moving, taking trips, getting their mailboxes knocked down, mail-ordering worms, celebrating birthdays, and generally getting on with their lives.  Oh, and apparently there is an election going on and an economic meltdown going on out there.  The election I know about; one thing about lots of travel is that you get to watch LOTS of campaign advertisements on TV.  Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, my internetish friends.  Hopefully I'll get back to more regular blogging soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-5371141315729065653?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/5371141315729065653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=5371141315729065653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5371141315729065653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5371141315729065653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-missing-in-action.html' title='Still missing in action . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-1599403024386417552</id><published>2008-10-15T01:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:30:04.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Die Hard (the original!) . . .</title><content type='html'>So, I'm traveling (again).  What with the jet lag and all, I'm up late (by eastern time zone standards) watching TV.  Tonight, on TBS, they're showing the orignal "Die Hard".  Wow, does Bruce Willis look young.  No, really young.  If I've aged as much since this movie premiered as he has, I must look REALLLLLLLLY OLD.  It didn't seem quite that bad last time I glanced in the mirror, but maybe I'm just not admitting reality.  Or paying attention.  Or maybe my eyes aged even faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely that isn't the case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to Hollywood stars who age faster than we do (despite makeup, stylists, and airbrushing).  And, I'm a GUY!  Rumor has it, it's even worse for the females amongst us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-1599403024386417552?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/1599403024386417552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=1599403024386417552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1599403024386417552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1599403024386417552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/10/die-hard-original.html' title='Die Hard (the original!) . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-921151001777916008</id><published>2008-10-12T21:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:54:44.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here . . .</title><content type='html'>Greetings, all!  Lest you were wondering (as Tim was), I did get home safely from the LAX Crown Room lo those many weeks ago.  However, that was just the beginning of a whirlwind round of trips.  The next week I went to Chicago and Dallas.  Last week, I went to LA (again), New York City, and Chicago (again).  In that order.  Starting in Atlanta.  I'm still tired.  Thus, I'm not totally ecstatic about my trip to Phoenix starting tomorrow.  At least I'm only going to one city this week! On the upside, the Delta SkyMiles balance is looking impressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for this to turn into a travel blog.  But, since I haven't even mentioned homeschooling in months (yes, we still do and yes, we still love it), why not.  Maybe "A Mountain Homeschool Takes Flight" or some such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's your travel tip for the day.  If your trip to NYC means flying into JFK Airport, skip the taxi and call a car service.  I did a little test this week - car service from airport to downtown; taxi from downtown to airport.  The car service was CHEAPER.  OK, not by much, but trust me when I tell you that the back seat of a Lincoln Town Car is far more pleasant than the back seat of a New York taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only have I not had time to blog myself for weeks, I've barely been able to keep up with my favorite blogs to read.  Oh, I've checked in on The Corner (usually from my blackberry), but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to do better at both these next few weeks.  After all, I've missed you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night,&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-921151001777916008?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/921151001777916008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=921151001777916008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/921151001777916008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/921151001777916008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-4734597155252532411</id><published>2008-09-26T15:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:06:35.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee, Ma, I wanta go . . .</title><content type='html'>but they won't let me go . . . home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's Friday afternoon, and I'm sitting in the Crown Room at LAX.  That would be in Los Angeles (if you haven't been memorizing your airport nicknames).  You'll remember that I live in Georgia.  This is a sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of week two of a four-week string of UGLY travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;last week, Chicago, Philly and Rochester&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this week, Indianapolis, Sacramento and LA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;next week, Chicago and Dallas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the following week:  LA, New York City, and Chicago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That may sound cool and glamorous to those of you who rarely leave the city limits, but trust me when I tell you that it gets old really fast.  The good news is that I'm racking up the frequent flier miles and free hotel nights.  Blockus is REALLY ready for a family trip.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just want to go home.  And stay there for a while.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;note to Tim:  I didn't have time to try to get together while I was in Sacramento this week.  I was only there for an afternoon and was with my boss most of that time.  Hopefully I can get back soon and finally meet you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-4734597155252532411?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/4734597155252532411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=4734597155252532411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/4734597155252532411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/4734597155252532411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/09/gee-ma-i-wanta-go.html' title='Gee, Ma, I wanta go . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-5635512383220175597</id><published>2008-09-17T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:13:56.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to normal. . .</title><content type='html'>Many of you may have had a lot on your minds lately. Hurricane damage; failing banks and insurance conglomorates; a big Presidential election looming. &lt;br /&gt;Fear not. All is well. It must be. This morning, the Today Show was able to dedicate mucho valuable air-time to an "exclusive" interview with Britney Spears' mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that we're getting back to the important stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-5635512383220175597?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/5635512383220175597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=5635512383220175597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5635512383220175597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5635512383220175597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to normal. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-2461550655786965024</id><published>2008-09-12T14:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:56:25.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling gassy?</title><content type='html'>No, not that kind!  I mean gas as in fuel for your auto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live around here, I hope not.  Blockus just called to let me know that the two gas stations closest to us are &lt;strong&gt;completely &lt;/strong&gt;out of gas, and that stations in the nearest town are charging $4.50+ per gallon if they have gas at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(boy, I'm glad we filled up on our way home last night for the bargain price of $2.49 per gallon!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurricane Ike is making himself known even before he makes landfall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you Texas gulf-coasters out there, be safe.  Our  prayers are with you.  And re-open those refineries as soon as you can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-2461550655786965024?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/2461550655786965024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=2461550655786965024' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2461550655786965024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2461550655786965024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-gassy.html' title='Feeling gassy?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-1462777660814922347</id><published>2008-09-09T23:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:19:48.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise it's not my fault . . .</title><content type='html'>but the limericks just keep coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that I'm totally in the tank for Sarah Palin. If only the guys on MSNBC would admit that they're just as deep in it for Obama.  Oh, that's right, they got "reassigned".  Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is your daily limerick.  (don't expect me to keep this up)  hat tip to Rich Lowry at The Corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a gal from Wasilla&lt;br /&gt;Who knew how to spice plain vanilla&lt;br /&gt;With her pearls and her pumps&lt;br /&gt;She laid down some bumps&lt;br /&gt;Thus turning a 'cakewalk' into a Thrilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been your "daily" limerick.  Don't let anyone fool you into believing that this isn't a cultured blog.  Susan Wise Bauer would be so proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-1462777660814922347?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/1462777660814922347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=1462777660814922347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1462777660814922347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1462777660814922347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-promise-its-not-my-fault.html' title='I promise it&apos;s not my fault . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-9155862364830142557</id><published>2008-09-08T09:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:01:27.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your daily limerick . . .</title><content type='html'>There once was a poet named Todd&lt;br /&gt;Whose meter was seriously flawed.&lt;br /&gt;His limericks would tend&lt;br /&gt;To come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been your daily limerick.&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-9155862364830142557?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/9155862364830142557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=9155862364830142557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/9155862364830142557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/9155862364830142557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/09/your-daily-limerick.html' title='Your daily limerick . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-463648917449846042</id><published>2008-09-07T22:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:08:34.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A brief cultural moment . . .</title><content type='html'>You  know those times when you pull into the driveway but have to wait in the car for a particular song to end?  (OK, sometimes it's because you're waiting for the end of "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me" on PBS or the end of Rush's opening-hour monologue).  Anyway, we had one of those moments tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just can't turn off the car in the middle of Archibald Asparagus singing "I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major General". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I double-dog dare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veggie Tales does Gilbert and Sullivan.  Now THAT'S entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Tim, I thought of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-463648917449846042?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/463648917449846042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=463648917449846042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/463648917449846042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/463648917449846042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/09/brief-cultural-moment.html' title='A brief cultural moment . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-953740602582920753</id><published>2008-09-04T15:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:03:32.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of the Campaign Speech . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Backstory:  &lt;/strong&gt;I was a Political Science major in college.  ("why try, go poli-sci!").  I chose that major simply because I had always loved politics.  I have a vivid memory of coming from school in 1976 (3rd grade, maybe?) to ask my Dad if President Ford had been re-elected.  Fast forward to the summer before my senior year  in high school (the 1984 election).  I was a student in the "Governor's Honors Program" here in Georgia, a 6-week residential program for "gifted"  students held every summer.  While I was there as a music major, my love for politics had not abated.  It had only been supplemented by an additional appreciation for the skill of public speaking and communication.  For two of  those six weeks, I remember huddling around the TV in the dorm common-room watching the political conventions.  Remember, this was back in the days of only the three major networks (and an infant CNN).  And, it was the days when the networks actually SHOWED the whole convention on TV, not just the last two speeches of the night (but don't get me started on that!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember Jesse Jackson's speech at the DNC that summer.  He  spoke eloquently about the various groups that made up the voting block of the Democratic Party at that time, likening them to the patches of a quilt sewn by his grandmother.  He described how, standing alone, those  individual groups were powerless to accomplish anything great; in fact, "their patch was too small".  But, he went on, sewn together, those patches could create a quilt of great beauty, value and function.  What powerful imagery.  (Now that I think about it, the  Democratic Party has been striving for party unity for quite a while now, hasn't it?).  That same year Mario Cuomo made his debut on the national stage.  I remember looking at a buddy and saying "that man can speak!  I don't agree with anything he's saying, but boy he sure says it well".  (or something like that; give me a break, it was 24 years ago!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, a few weeks later we were cheering on the Republicans as they prepared to return President Reagan for four more years.  I remember Mrs. Reagan standing on stage after her speech, turning to look at the huge screen behind her to see a smiling President Reagan waving to her from his hotel suite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wander down this path to make a few points ("then make them, why don't you?").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A great speech is more than the sum of it's parts.  It isn't just a nice organization of verbs, nouns and adjectives; most well-crafted speeches are poorly delivered and thus have a pretty short shelf-life.  Similarly, a mundane, trite speech composed largely of sound-bites and cliche's, regardless of  how eloquently it is delivered, remains a mundane, trite speech.  But, when those two moons align, greatness can occur.  More on that later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imagery is important.  Whether in a political speech, a sermon, or a pep-talk to your shareholders, a great text well-delivered only gets you part of the way.  The setting, the images, the context all can have a multiplying effect.  For every one speech I remember, there are probably hundreds of vivid mental images and memories that I have where I don't remember a single word.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;All of this, of course, is written in the context of last night's speech by Governor Palin.  Only time will truly tell, but I would hazard a guess that this speech will be one that will be remembered for a very, very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was well written, with wit, grace, and strength.  There were too many quotable lines to include them all here, but here  are a few of my  favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Since some of our opponents seem to look down on that [mayoral]&lt;br /&gt;experience, let me explain to them what the job involves. I guess a small-town&lt;br /&gt;mayor is sort of like a ‘community organizer,’ except that you have actual&lt;br /&gt;responsibilities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To seek the presidency is not to be a journey of personal&lt;br /&gt;discovery."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some use change to promote their careers, while others use their careers&lt;br /&gt;to promote change." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was masterfully delivered.  For someone who has never spoken in such a forum, and who has likely not used a teleprompter more than a hand-full of times, she looked comfortable, in command, and powerful.  In fact, she looked like she was having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The images were powerful.  While these were not in her control, the scenes we saw on the TV screen during the speech provided powerful mental hooks upon which to hang her speech in our minds.  Her soldier son, preparing to go to war.  Her oldest daughter, being welcomed and cheered by a loving crowd for a few extra seconds longer, as if to say "we know what you've been through this week; we love you".  Her youngest daughter, licking her palm to smooth Trig's hair down.  Her husband, still "her guy", smiling proudly at his wife as she stood before the entire country.  Those images will remain seered in our collective conscience for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the whole package.  I hope you were there to experience it.  If not, go find a copy somewhere on the web and watch it now.  I may watch it again anyway, just for fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-953740602582920753?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/953740602582920753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=953740602582920753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/953740602582920753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/953740602582920753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/09/art-of-campaign-speech.html' title='The Art of the Campaign Speech . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-3763588731508627406</id><published>2008-09-02T13:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:18:07.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Mom's and Pit Bull's . . .</title><content type='html'>From Mark Hemingway over at the  Corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;McCain aides whose judgment I trust are impressed by Sarah Palin. One was&lt;br /&gt;particularly amused by this exchange: A nervous young McCain staffer took it&lt;br /&gt;upon himself to explain to Palin the facts of life in a national campaign, the&lt;br /&gt;intense scrutiny she'd be under from the media, the viciousness of the assault&lt;br /&gt;that she'd be facing, etc.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palin: "Thanks for the warning. By the way, do you know what they say the&lt;br /&gt;difference is between a hockey mom and a Pit Bull?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain aide: "No, Governor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palin: "A hockey mom wears lipstick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a post about McCain's VP selection (hint, LOVE IT); will try to get it posted before the convention is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-3763588731508627406?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/3763588731508627406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=3763588731508627406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3763588731508627406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3763588731508627406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/09/hockey-moms-and-pit-bulls.html' title='Hockey Mom&apos;s and Pit Bull&apos;s . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-7844565939136166969</id><published>2008-08-29T10:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:35:41.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>While we're waiting . . .</title><content type='html'>to see who McCain's pick is, here is a little fun something for you to enjoy. From David Brooks, via Yuval Levin over in &lt;a href="http://corner.nationalreview.com/"&gt;The Corner&lt;/a&gt; . If you were to write a generic Democratic convention speech, what would it contain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We stand at a crossroads at a pivot point, near a fork in the&lt;br /&gt;road on the edge of a precipice in the midst of the most consequential election&lt;br /&gt;since last year’s “American Idol.”&lt;br /&gt;One path before us leads to the past, and&lt;br /&gt;the extinction of the human race. The other path leads to the future, when we&lt;br /&gt;will all be dead. We must choose wisely.&lt;br /&gt;We must close the book on the&lt;br /&gt;bleeding wounds of the old politics of division and sail our ship up a mountain&lt;br /&gt;of hope and plant our flag on the sunrise of a thousand tomorrows with an&lt;br /&gt;American promise that will never die! For this election isn’t about the past or&lt;br /&gt;the present, or even the pluperfect conditional. It’s about the future, and&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama loves the future because that’s where all his accomplishments&lt;br /&gt;are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-7844565939136166969?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/7844565939136166969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=7844565939136166969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/7844565939136166969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/7844565939136166969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/08/while-were-waiting.html' title='While we&apos;re waiting . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-5393746786962328385</id><published>2008-08-18T17:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:13:46.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to The Boy . . .</title><content type='html'>Time to update the "about us" column.  The Boy is now officially five.  One whole hand.  In 5K.  No more "Mothers Morning Out" for him; it's all homeschool now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that he WAS in MMO for two years (since we moved here) and thus has lots of school friends, The Boy has lots buddies to invite to a party.  That, plus the fact that we always invite our homeschool friends (regardless of age) to our parties, plus the fact that the party was at the community Swim Club and included parents and random sibling (would you want the responsibility for 10-15 5-year olds at a pool and lake for yourself? No thank you!!!), meant that we ended up with about 50 people in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTY PEOPLE!!!  I've seen smaller weddings.  But really, it was a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Theme:  A Pirate Party (arrrrrrgh!)&lt;br /&gt;The Food:  Hot dogs and brats (that's "brahhhhts" as in "bratworsts", not "braaats", as in poorly-behaved invitees to the party) on the grill, carrots, sliced cucumbers, black olives, fresh watermelon, and a salad (for the grown-ups).  Homemade chocolate birthday cake (in the shape of a pirate ship bombed by cannon-balls) and ice-cream pops.&lt;br /&gt;The Entertainment:  1) digging on the beach for pirate treasure based on a long-lost, recently discovered Pirates Treasure Map; 2) swimming; 3) eating; 4) running and screaming and terrorizing the innocent other swim club members (oops; that wasn't supposed to be on the agenda and was swiftly ended, to be replaced with . . .) 5) walking the plank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.  The kids had fun.  The parents had fun.  The Boy had fun.  I just hope I get to lead the treasure hunt again next year.  Although, I think I'm going to pick a smaller treasure chest; this one was a pain in the toochus to bury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to follow . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-5393746786962328385?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/5393746786962328385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=5393746786962328385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5393746786962328385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5393746786962328385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-to-boy.html' title='Happy Birthday to The Boy . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-6078354543922230771</id><published>2008-08-14T22:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:18:58.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naming conventions . . .</title><content type='html'>From the very inception of this blog, I've had relevant and appropriate blognames for my kids.  After 18 months or so, they're still basically accurate.  However, I've never been able to find the right nickname for my wife.  Thus, I've somewhat awkwardly referred to her as "my wife", "my beloved wife", "dw", etc.  but none of those really resonated.  Note:  I've specifically and intentionally avoided referring to her as "the wife" as she HATES that and I really don't find it productive to intentionally hack her off.  I do that well enough unintentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, good news, good news!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found the perfect name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstory:  Our family loves games.  Card games, board games, you name it.  My wife has a particular love for games of skill (not so much for games of chance).  In the past year, we've found a new game that she absolutely loves (and kills at, by the way).  For the uninitiated, Blockus is (&lt;a href="http://www.blockus.com/"&gt;www.blockus.com&lt;/a&gt;) is a board game played by up to four people placing variously shaped blocks on a board.  You can only place pieces on the board that touch your own color piece at the corner; no side-to-side touching with your own color.  Priority 1: get rid of all of your tiles before anyone else does; Priority 2: accomplish priority 1 by blocking your competitors into a small a space as possible on the board.  Everyone gets the same number of tiles and the same shapes.  Thus, there is no chance at all; only skill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, introducing the new name for my lovely and talented wife . . . . Blockus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, not only is this a board game, it can also be played online at the site noted above.  Register and play for free.  It's awesome.  Just be careful; Blockus is out there, and she's ready to take you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her new bloggy-name in mind, I'm tempted to rename the kiddo's as well in a similar vein.  Belle could easily become "Rummicube" (she totally rocks at this game).  Tink loves a variety of games, but would most likely become "Connect Four".  The Boy is the hands down favorite to become "Uno".  Nothing makes 8-year old Belle madder faster than playing Uno with her 4-year old brother.  Let me know your thoughts.  Is it inappropriate to rename your children online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, for those of you who are wondering, I have no idea what my "game name" would be.  Maybe "Boggle", but I lose that to Blockus as often as I win.  I'll keep thinking about that.  Maybe "Brickbreaker".)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-6078354543922230771?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/6078354543922230771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=6078354543922230771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6078354543922230771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6078354543922230771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/08/naming-conventions.html' title='Naming conventions . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-2911161298984886433</id><published>2008-08-12T14:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:02:59.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Project Bookshelf" now complete . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My apologies to my multitude of readers (ahem, Arby and, uh, well, nevermind) who have been clamoring for photo's of my latest handiwork. Wait no more, dear readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember from &lt;a href="http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/08/developing.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post that I volunteered to build a new bookshelf for the school room. Nothing too fancy; just something that the kids can use to store their school binders, workbooks and pencil boxes. Plus some display space on top for odds and ends like globes and CD players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to admit I'm extremely pleased with the finished product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SKHdw2IglJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jRZbk7sHIrY/s1600-h/IMG_4841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233708073215890578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SKHdw2IglJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jRZbk7sHIrY/s320/IMG_4841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SKHU1eA1eGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fXF_pOSY_GU/s1600-h/IMG_4841.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Given the fact that I did the whole thing with no workbench and only a Skillsaw and cordless drill, I'm pleased. My wife was extremely pleased with the finished product, which makes it even better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SKHWd6QpTAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/V6HGQ9SsuqY/s1600-h/IMG_4844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233700051324849154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SKHWd6QpTAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/V6HGQ9SsuqY/s320/IMG_4844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I doubt it will remain as neat as it is now, but it's nice to see. The chairs you can see on the right face the school table. No pictures of that right now as it is not suitable for public viewing. However, here's a shot of the reading area at the other end of the room. As you look at the photo above of the bookshelf and windows, the sofa is behind you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SKHXWOYKrcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JLvk6Gatddw/s1600-h/IMG_4845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233701018797780418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SKHXWOYKrcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JLvk6Gatddw/s320/IMG_4845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time to snuggle up and read some books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-2911161298984886433?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/2911161298984886433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=2911161298984886433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2911161298984886433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2911161298984886433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/08/project-bookshelf-now-complete.html' title='&quot;Project Bookshelf&quot; now complete . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SKHdw2IglJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jRZbk7sHIrY/s72-c/IMG_4841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-1639553472504025336</id><published>2008-08-11T23:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:11:26.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In which Belle throws me under the bus . . .</title><content type='html'>Those of you who buy organic peanut butter ("choosy fathers choose organic") know that it has this nasty habit of separating in the jar.  Solids sink to the bottom; oils rise to the top.  Refridgeration helps prevent this, but first you have to get it mixed back together when you first open it after purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for lunch, I made my specialty (peanut butter and honey sandwiches with a side of carrots and sliced cucumbers).  I chose this because that's what we had in the fridge.  I'm creative like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere, I had to open a new jar of peanut butter before I started.  Trying to mix separated contents together with only 1/8th of an inch of space below the top of the jar is messy at best.  In a burst of brilliance, I decided to dump the entire contents into a larger bowl, mix it up thoroughly, and then carefully pour it back into the original jar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at dinner tonight, my lovely wife innocently asked "what's up with the gross peanut-buttery bowl sitting in the sink?"  (oops)  I explained my brilliant process to her with some small amount of success.  She still looked a little dubious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From across the table, Belle piped up "the kids didn't have anything to do with that idea, Mom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, kiddo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-1639553472504025336?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/1639553472504025336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=1639553472504025336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1639553472504025336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1639553472504025336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-which-belle-throws-me-under-bus.html' title='In which Belle throws me under the bus . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-1189280036877859361</id><published>2008-08-09T21:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:43:29.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Developing . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SJ5Hqp3dI6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/vIOJIa8c7mE/s1600-h/scan001001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232698615169622946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SJ5Hqp3dI6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/vIOJIa8c7mE/s320/scan001001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here at the Mountainside Homeschool Academy, our 2008-2009 academic year starts this coming Monday. The kids are excited (The Boy demanded preliminary coursework on Thursday to get a jump on the competition). The teacher is, well, not quite ready for summer to be over. The assistant principal in charge of discipline is honoring this significant event by leaving town on Wednesday, starting three weeks of ugly travel to Austin, Los Angeles, Phoenix and Chicago. Hopefully my blogging will be more regular from the road than it has been while I've been home the last 3 weeks. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhich, last Thursday my beloved wife and I were surveying the school-room. In a former life it was a screened porch, converted to a sunroom by some former resident. It's a wonderful room with fabulous views through it's many windows. Unfortunately, those many windows leave few walls for things like bookshelves. We were able to squeeze one 30" wide bookcase in just next to the door, but it's completely overwhelmed by text books / math manipulatives / binders / pencil boxes / cups of coins / etc /etc / etc. The teacher can't find a dang-blamed thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, back to Thursday when we were surveying (etc / etc). I suddenly realized that, with the school table turned 90 degrees, there was a vast space (65" wide by 24" high by 12" deep) now available under the one window that doesn't go all the way to the floor that could be filled with a BOOKSHELF!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Note: this space has always been there, but with the table in it's original position there was no space for a shelf in that space. Why we didn't turn the table earlier is a mystery, but let's not dwell on the negative, shall we?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I innocently mused aloud "that would be a great place for a bookshelf, wouldn't it?" To which my beloved replied back "yes, I've been looking for something that would fit there but haven't found just the right thing." Apparently having left my right-thinking mind elsewhere in the house, I blurted out "I could build one". In fact, I went on to sketch out a design that was EXACTLY what she wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can imagine, Friday evening I sallied forth to the nations favorite hardware and lumber (and paint, lighting fixture, carpet, tile, hardwood, faucet, tool, bottled water, plant, seed, pine-straw, and random garden accoutrement emporium), Home Depot to procure all required supplies to build said bookshelf. Afterall, school starts this Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pleased to announce that immense progress was made today (with the significant help of The Boy). While not yet photo-worthy, a bookshelf that is currently identifieable as such by even a novice, is sitting in the garage. It needs to be sanded and painted, and it's missing it's top (due to an unfortunate "measure once right after dinner and cut immediately in the wrong place" incident that is all my fault. However, a quick (1 hour) trip to the HD tomorrow and all will be right with the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the spirit of full disclosure, I'll note that beloved wife (whom I've finally found a blog-name for and will introduce accordingly soon) pledged to paint the thing if I build it. She has in fact already primed the boards before I made the first cut. This is indeed a joint effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With any luck at all, I'll be able to post a photo of the finished product, in place, by Monday evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With any luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, the initial sketch is posted above. Let's see how close I got. The middle shelf is actually portrayed much lower than intended. The final product will have three cubbies (for three kids), each with a lower shelf to hold all classwork binders and a short upper shelf to hold pencil boxes. The very top of the bookcase will run just below the window trim and will hold odd-sized items like a skeleton, a scale for balancing weights, and other random items.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-1189280036877859361?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/1189280036877859361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=1189280036877859361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1189280036877859361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1189280036877859361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/08/developing.html' title='Developing . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SJ5Hqp3dI6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/vIOJIa8c7mE/s72-c/scan001001.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-5939227731182240555</id><published>2008-08-07T16:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:21:18.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at that follow-through . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SJtY2xUBo1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/mRabxyab2l0/s1600-h/IMG00250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231873090094474066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SJtY2xUBo1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/mRabxyab2l0/s320/IMG00250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belle finished her third week of golf camp today. She has absolutely loved playing so much this summer. The camp ends with a 9-hole parent/kid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tournament&lt;/span&gt;. Since I played with her for the first two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tournaments&lt;/span&gt; earlier in the summer, she asked if we could get someone else to play with her. She was actually wanting someone &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt; to play with in hopes of winning a trophy, but she is too sweet to actually come out and say that. One of my brothers came up and played with her and, though they didn't win, place or show, they had a blast. I remember how much I liked spending time with my aunts and uncles when I was young; hopefully today will be a long-term memory for her too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-5939227731182240555?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/5939227731182240555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=5939227731182240555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5939227731182240555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5939227731182240555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-at-that-follow-through.html' title='Look at that follow-through . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SJtY2xUBo1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/mRabxyab2l0/s72-c/IMG00250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-8731795957049573662</id><published>2008-08-05T20:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:25:44.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Straying once again into the political realm . . .</title><content type='html'>For those of you who enjoyed McCain's "Celebrity" ad, and for those of you who didn't, here is Ms. Hilton's response. No, really. And the amazing thing is that's it's really clever and very well done. If we could get a real candidate to support her energy policy, we'd have something. No, really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, mild language warning.  It is Paris Hilton afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think this might disqualify me from ever being on the Homeschool Carnival again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/64ad536a6d"&gt;Paris Hilton for President&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-8731795957049573662?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/8731795957049573662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=8731795957049573662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8731795957049573662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8731795957049573662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/08/straying-once-again-into-political.html' title='Straying once again into the political realm . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-7065197536609050924</id><published>2008-08-05T14:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:17:10.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote from W. C. Fields</title><content type='html'>"Reminds me of my safari in Africa. Somebody forgot the corkscrew and for several days we had to live on nothing but food and water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hat tip to Kathy at &lt;a href="http://barefootmeandering.com/blog/"&gt;http://barefootmeandering.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;.  Check her out; she's a trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-7065197536609050924?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/7065197536609050924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=7065197536609050924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/7065197536609050924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/7065197536609050924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-from-w-c-fields.html' title='A Quote from W. C. Fields'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-2229691420440580340</id><published>2008-08-04T10:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:30:11.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Beaker . . .</title><content type='html'>When one is a tall, skinny red-headed teenager (one sister-in-law once suggested that my "gawky" stage lasted roughly from pre-teen until just before I got married), one's friends might unkindly decide that "Beaker" is a good nick-name. Purely a hypothetical scenario, I assure you. Anywhoo, I saw this on a &lt;a href="http://drinkski.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; linked from &lt;a href="http://tdpower.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tim's&lt;/a&gt; and laughed out loud. I wish The Muppet Show was still on TV; now that was good, quality family entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpcUxwpOQ_A&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-2229691420440580340?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/2229691420440580340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=2229691420440580340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2229691420440580340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2229691420440580340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/08/ode-to-beaker.html' title='Ode to Beaker . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-1446876595780634241</id><published>2008-08-01T16:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:06:08.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New entries in the blog roll . . .</title><content type='html'>Please draw your attention to the bloggy recommendations in the right-hand column and note the new additions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under "general reading", you'll find:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirtyharrysplace.com/"&gt;Dirty Harrys Place&lt;/a&gt; : a great blog /site dedicated to film-making and the movie business. It has nothing to do with my career or life (other than I like to watch movies), but "Harry" always has something interesting to say and is one of the few movie reviewers with whom I tend to agree. Oh, the fact that he is an out-of-the-closet conservative in Hollywood (I think that makes 5 now) makes him that much more interesting. Note: some of you may know Harry's work from when he blogged at &lt;a href="http://www.libertyfilmfestival.com/libertas/"&gt;Libertas&lt;/a&gt; ; he's set up his own shop now. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://metrodad.typepad.com/index/"&gt;Metrodad&lt;/a&gt; : I learned about Metrodad from Ann Glamore over in &lt;a href="http://www.mytinykingdom.com/"&gt;My Tiny Kingdom&lt;/a&gt;. I love his subtitle - "poppycock from a cocky pop". We have nothing in common other than we're both fathers. He lives in Manhattan with his wife and daughter, works in the fashion industry, and is an extremely funny guy. Oh, he does relish his skills in making sailors blush (language alert), so consider yourself warned. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the "Homeschool Division", you'll find:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://junecleaverafterasix-pack.blogspot.com/"&gt;June Cleaver after a Six-Pack&lt;/a&gt; : How can you not read something with a title like that!? I learned about June from MetroDad, who I got to from the Tiny Kingdom, who I started reading because of &lt;a href="http://tdpower.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tim.&lt;/a&gt; June (aka Cris) is an Irish-Catholic homeschooling mom whose husband is in the Air Force. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;You'll note a common theme here - they're all laugh-out-loud funny. Have you noticed that there are a &lt;strong&gt;tremendous &lt;/strong&gt;number of talented writers out there in blogland? What a loss it would be if these folks didn't have an outlet like this. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-1446876595780634241?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/1446876595780634241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=1446876595780634241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1446876595780634241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1446876595780634241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-entries-in-blog-roll.html' title='New entries in the blog roll . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-2336799939813576604</id><published>2008-08-01T14:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:31:36.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just doing my part  . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SJNVXWGUZLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/aFPi-r-Gm1E/s1600-h/change+your+tires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229617451864712370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SJNVXWGUZLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/aFPi-r-Gm1E/s320/change+your+tires.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may have heard that, according to the Senator from Illinois, all we need to do to solve the fuel crisis in this country is to make sure our tires are fully inflated. Well, I took my car in yesterday and, among other things, had the tires rotated, balanced and had the air-pressure checked. Darned if they weren't low. If you see gas prices dropping in your neighborhood, you can just thank me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rushlimbaugh.com/home/daily/site_073108/content/01125106.guest.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rushlimbaugh.com/home/daily/site_073108/content/01125106.guest.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-2336799939813576604?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/2336799939813576604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=2336799939813576604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2336799939813576604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2336799939813576604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-thats-funny.html' title='Just doing my part  . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SJNVXWGUZLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/aFPi-r-Gm1E/s72-c/change+your+tires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-6880368328227227433</id><published>2008-07-31T16:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:54:14.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SJImRMx2L1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/k33m22WvC7k/s1600-h/Charlotte+-+Soccer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229284194260496210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SJImRMx2L1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/k33m22WvC7k/s320/Charlotte+-+Soccer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(warning: I need to go around the block to get next door on this one, so don't get lost) (if you don't understand that last parenthetic statement, you're clearly not from the south and have no southerners in your heritage).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite free-ware finds is Google Desktop. For all of my frustrations with Google, they do make a good product. "Desktop" is basically a search engine for everything on your computer (including your emails, files, folders, pictures, whatnot, and etcetera). It also comes with several optional widgits (I think that's the right word), including a little displays a random slide show of photo's from your "my pictures" file on the right side of your monitor. (yes, I'm sure you can drag it elsewhere; don't bog me down with silly questions like that!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, while slaving away at my laptop (not to mention occasionally playing free-cell during a conference call), I saw a picture of Tink pop up that I hadn't seen in a while. I provide it above for your viewing pleasure. I've entitled it &lt;em&gt;"The Soccer Player and the Bag'o'snacks".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-6880368328227227433?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/6880368328227227433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=6880368328227227433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6880368328227227433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6880368328227227433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/07/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture of the day'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SJImRMx2L1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/k33m22WvC7k/s72-c/Charlotte+-+Soccer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-8957818978036868521</id><published>2008-07-22T23:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:08:23.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Golfish types of things. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1) Belle just started her second week (this summer) of golf camp. She loves it. I don't know if its the friends she makes, the cool purple golf bag, or the thrill of a great drive, but she loves it. (That's probably the correct order, by the way).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, she's having fun and I'm thrilled. Rumor has it that there are gobs of women's golf scholarships that go unclaimed every year. Not being ones to let anything go to waste, we're doing our part to fix that problem. Starting in 3rd grade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) This weekend, my family gathers here to celebrate my father and his 80th birthday. As noted previously, the actual birthday was in June. Give us a break; we must have all been born late because we sure have been ever since. A key part of the celebration will be held in 18 segments, enjoying God's creation as we were meant to (hitting tiny white sphere's into the woods while pretending to aim for a grassy flat spot faaaaaar off in the distance). I'm one of four sons. Of the four, two are tragically good at golf (way to much time on their hands, apparently); I pretend to know what I'm doing (and am amazingly enough hosting the event at "my" club); the fourth is reveling in the fact that his "new" clubs aren't the ones he bought at a garage sale 10 years ago for $12. I'll keep you posted on the results, including the number of clubs that end up in the lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) While celebrating my wife's aunts birthday this weekend, I saw this sign on their game-room wall. No added commentary necessary. 'Nuff said.  Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SIauQ4uUqvI/AAAAAAAAADw/2HM376crI3w/s1600-h/IMG00246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226056022737857266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SIauQ4uUqvI/AAAAAAAAADw/2HM376crI3w/s320/IMG00246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-8957818978036868521?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/8957818978036868521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=8957818978036868521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8957818978036868521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8957818978036868521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/07/golfish-types-of-things.html' title='Golfish types of things. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SIauQ4uUqvI/AAAAAAAAADw/2HM376crI3w/s72-c/IMG00246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-5408787650699818819</id><published>2008-07-22T23:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:54:59.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee + motherboard = not good . . .</title><content type='html'>We had a little issue here yesterday morning.  My wife (whom I love and cherish) moved her laptop to the sewing room for to move some monograming files to her mack-daddy computerized sewing - embroidery - latte brewing machine.  Realizing the risk of taking her morning coffee with her, she had the foresite to put said coffee in a travel coffee mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said mug has a tiny little hole that lets tiny little amounts of coffee out if tipped over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helpful hint:  it only takes a tiny amount of coffee to fry a motherboard and transform a previously useful IBM laptop into a less-useful IBM doorstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me pause to acknowledge that my wife has willingly and cheerfully accepted my work computer hand-me-downs ever since she left the paid workforce 9 years ago.  When my employers (may they ever be blessed!) deem it appropriate to upgrade my 2.5 to 3 year old laptop, she gets the rode-hard, put-up-wet cast-off.  Hey, free (or practically free) is always nice.  I thank her for never complaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm not due for an upgrade for at least 6 months; maybe a year.  Trust me when I tell you that she won't last that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows of some great PC deals out there, beloved internets, please let me know.  I'm now in the market.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-5408787650699818819?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/5408787650699818819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=5408787650699818819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5408787650699818819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5408787650699818819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/07/coffee-motherboard-not-good.html' title='Coffee + motherboard = not good . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-2043992493558776549</id><published>2008-07-16T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:27:27.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for some campaignin' . . .</title><content type='html'>Now that's just darned funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/adc3MSS5Ydc&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-2043992493558776549?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/2043992493558776549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=2043992493558776549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2043992493558776549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2043992493558776549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-for-some-campaignin.html' title='Time for some campaignin&apos; . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-1400495675062320071</id><published>2008-07-14T21:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:53:23.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like any other family, right? . . .</title><content type='html'>So this afternoon, I came up to find Belle and Tink playing "Mummy Hunt" with their Egyptian archeological dig set. A bit later, Tink was found behind the sofa working on her Math Wrap-Ups ("plus 3's", I believe). While we prepared dinner, all three kids retired to the school room to practice drawing butterflies based on instruction from our "How to Draw" book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how most kids spend their summer vacation, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: here is Belle's butterfly (on a flower) as drawn on the white board in the school room. She was the teacher; Tink and The Boy were the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SHzx82JjQyI/AAAAAAAAADo/nSu4ANuMKig/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223315695472952098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SHzx82JjQyI/AAAAAAAAADo/nSu4ANuMKig/s320/Imported+Photos+00020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-1400495675062320071?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/1400495675062320071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=1400495675062320071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1400495675062320071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1400495675062320071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-like-any-other-family-right.html' title='Just like any other family, right? . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SHzx82JjQyI/AAAAAAAAADo/nSu4ANuMKig/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-4996619935666062596</id><published>2008-07-14T20:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:49:53.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, let's go to the beach! . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a meeting in Savannah last Friday. Hmmmm. Savannah; near the beach; on a Friday afternoon. Perhaps one might want to take one's family on one's business trip and take advantage of the beach-ish proximity to have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, we up and headed out on Thursday for a last minute beach trip. Two night in Savannah; one night on Hilton Head Island. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wife and kids playing on Tybee Island, learning about coastal animals and such&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a tasty dinner on River Street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a Dolphin Cruise Saturday morning where we actually saw real, live dolphins cavorting in the ocean (how cool were they?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a beachfront hotel on Hilton Head for one night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lot's of sandy oceany fun for all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lowlights included:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the tiniest "suite" ever invented that barely fit 3, much less 5, in Savannah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ten million people at the beach and pool in Hilton Head (it's summer; who knew so many people wanted to go to the beach!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we forgot the camera, so the only pictures we got were from my Blackberry (quality TBD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All in all, the highs definitely outweighed the lows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hey, these blackberry pics aren't too bad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SHzv3_52d7I/AAAAAAAAADY/EpRCTkq2ymg/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223313413168854962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SHzv3_52d7I/AAAAAAAAADY/EpRCTkq2ymg/s320/Imported+Photos+00007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Three Amigos scoping out dolphins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SHzwmSrQlQI/AAAAAAAAADg/0e3Q130fWGs/s1600-h/dolphins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223314208481907970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SHzwmSrQlQI/AAAAAAAAADg/0e3Q130fWGs/s320/dolphins.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actual dolphins swimming in actual ocean water near our actual boat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-4996619935666062596?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/4996619935666062596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=4996619935666062596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/4996619935666062596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/4996619935666062596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-lets-go-to-beach.html' title='Hey, let&apos;s go to the beach! . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SHzv3_52d7I/AAAAAAAAADY/EpRCTkq2ymg/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-9083857034057848371</id><published>2008-07-08T10:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:55:52.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words fail me . . .</title><content type='html'>Down here in Georgia, the words "cultural event" can sometimes take on a very new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and our &lt;a href="http://www.macon.com/532/story/397362.html"&gt;wedding traditions&lt;/a&gt; can vary a bit, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-9083857034057848371?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/9083857034057848371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=9083857034057848371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/9083857034057848371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/9083857034057848371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/07/words-fail-me.html' title='Words fail me . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-1407571147782380496</id><published>2008-07-07T21:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:47:09.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That was my 100th post!!! . . .</title><content type='html'>Compared to my compatriot and &lt;a href="http://tdpower.blogspot.com/2008/06/brace-of-posts-from-my-lovely-bride.html"&gt;doppelganger&lt;/a&gt; out west, I'm a slacker at this whole blog thing. I must confess, I haven't met too many people as verbose (or moreso, even) as myself. But still, the century mark is worth noting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-1407571147782380496?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/1407571147782380496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=1407571147782380496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1407571147782380496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1407571147782380496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/07/that-was-my-100th-post.html' title='That was my 100th post!!! . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-5035410368434151926</id><published>2008-07-07T15:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:39:10.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a GREAT weekend . . .</title><content type='html'>The July 4th / Independence Day holiday is one of our favorites. Traditions since moving to the mountains include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;staying home (no travel allowed);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to the Bicycle Parade to watch the kids ride in circles on their bunting-covered bikes and then get a medal;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to the soccer field to play games, watch the kids bounce on the bouncy inflatable castle thingies, and agree with the other parents that they &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; should have one of those set aside for the grown-ups. Along with an ambulance;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a picnic dinner at the playfield with lots of friends and let the kids run and play until it gets dark, and then . . .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch fireworks surrounded by friends and family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This year, we invited some of our oldest friends to spend the weekend. (BTW, it's the &lt;em&gt;friendship&lt;/em&gt; that's old, not the &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt;) We met while we were DINKs (double income, no kids) working in Atlanta and ended up working together in Birmingham where all of our respective chilluns were born and we became SINMs (single income, no money). They also have three kids (2 girls, then a boy, the copycats!) that are close in age to our three. They have visited us before, but this was their first July 4th trip. We're hoping to make it an annual event.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;New additions to the list of traditions based on this past weekend include:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;not playing golf (WAAAAAY to crowded on a holiday weekend);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;not going to the pool (ditto);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating chocolate cake until it oozes out your pores;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;turning July 5th into an 18-hour board-game-apalooza;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;letting the kids play to their hearts content and entertain themselves (ie: making them leave the grown-ups alone!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Item #4 was particularly awesome. Blockus, Rummicube, lots of card games, Boggle. We played them all, then we played them again. We didn't move one car from the driveway all day long. We cancelled evening plans in order to keep playing games. Fueled by #3 (a ginormous chocolate cake), we were game-playing machines. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When was the last time that any of us did that?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking forward to next year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-5035410368434151926?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/5035410368434151926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=5035410368434151926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5035410368434151926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5035410368434151926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-great-weekend.html' title='What a GREAT weekend . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-8388934185935868198</id><published>2008-07-02T22:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:47:00.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update and Additional info . . .</title><content type='html'>Re the wife's wrist:  all is well!  Apparently she has some type of cyst that can get aggravated when traumatized (such as banging one's hand against the lid of a cooler).  "Take some Aleve and it should be fine".  Yeah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I omitted one critical event from the weeks chronology in that last post.  Monday was my Dad's 80th birthday.  Happy Birthday, Dad!  The big celebration will come in late July when most of the family will come to town for a weekend of fun.  (note:  when you're dealing with 4 sons, 4 daughters-in-law and 12 grandchildren, it's hard to get everyone in one place at the same time).  Some of that celebration will be held on the golf course here in the mountains; fun and hi-jinks are sure to ensue.  I'll report accordingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-8388934185935868198?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/8388934185935868198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=8388934185935868198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8388934185935868198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8388934185935868198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-and-additional-info.html' title='Update and Additional info . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-4349121335630975991</id><published>2008-07-02T10:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:04:16.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a busy week, but . . .</title><content type='html'>I will at least give an update on what's been happening here at the Mountain Homeschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Fitting 5 days of work into 3 days (tomorrow is an "official" holiday for us!) is painful, especially when last week was basically a write-off due to the funeral and summer camp for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;2) Summer camp for the girls: 3 days and 2 nights at Girl Scout Camp; a GREAT time was had by all. Next week they both want to go for a whole week. Yikes! More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;3) Last Friday we stopped at Costco en route to pick up the girls from camp. While trying to get the top close tightly on the cooler, my wife banged down on it with her left hand. "Snap!" We're still waiting for the results of the X-ray; hopefully her wrist isn't broken but it sure feels like it. Like we have time for that! Please pray for a quick recovery and lot's of patience.&lt;br /&gt;4) To keep from getting bored, we got two new kittens on Sunday afternoon. MUCH more on that later, but boy are they cute!&lt;br /&gt;5) Close friends from Birmingham are coming for the holiday weekend. The house is still a wreck. Plus, see numbers 3 and 4 above. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;6) As a result, you can just strike the "school" part from the title for this week and just call us "The Mountain Home", 'cause there sure isn't any schooling going on right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lot's to do. Have a great 4th of July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more really important thing. One of my regularly-checked bloggers is another home-school Dad. Fletch, over at themangotimes.com. He and his wife have eight (double-yikes!) kids, the youngest of whom is less than two weeks old and is in the hospital with some wierd random virus. Check &lt;a href="http://www.themangotimes.com/"&gt;Fletch's&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.preschoolersandpeace.com/"&gt;Kendra's&lt;/a&gt; blog for info on Mighty Joe and please remember him, Fletch and Kendra, and the rest of the family in your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; need to get back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-4349121335630975991?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/4349121335630975991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=4349121335630975991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/4349121335630975991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/4349121335630975991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-busy-week-but.html' title='It&apos;s a busy week, but . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-6952486755452909584</id><published>2008-06-29T21:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:07:19.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace, Aunt Ebbie . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SGg-AlAkK4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/nMHSobiTViM/s1600-h/IMG_2377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217488347964124034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SGg-AlAkK4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/nMHSobiTViM/s320/IMG_2377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aunt Ebbie and Tinkerbelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I never knew either of my grandmothers. My Dad's mom died when he was only 7; my Mom's mom died when I was less than 3. That gap, however, was filled by my Dad's two sisters. Aunt Elva and Aunt Ebbie, older than my Dad and his younger brother, were busy helping to raise their two young brothers when they should have "been courting". As a result, neither ever married. They lived together their entire lives except for 2 or 3 years when Elva lived in California while pursuing her PhD in Psychology. (Aside: she dropped out of the program shortly before completion when she realized that everything she was learning was "a bunch of hooey". She's been equally perceptive ever since).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I was little, I would spend several weeks with my aunts back at the old family home in Southern Illinois. I have a stockpile of fond memories of those summers - bicycling all over town; eating b-b-que from "Bills"; fresh chicken salad from Mittendorf's grocery; trips out into the countryside to see the old family church where my grandparents and countless other relatives are buried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We ventured there again this week not to visit, but to say good-bye to Aunt Ebbie. After a long illness, she passed away last Sunday at the age of 84. She is survived by one sister, three brothers, a multitude of loving nieces and nephews and great-nieces and great-nephews, and a community full of people whose lives she touched for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her funeral, while clearly a time of mourning and sadness, was truly also a celebration of her life. Despite the short notice (the funeral was on Tuesday morning after she died on Sunday afternoon), family journed to her hometown from Georgia, Florida, Kentucky, Tennessee, and Central Illinois. My parents were thrilled that all four of their sons and all four daughters-in-law were present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Events like this cause a wide-ranging flow of emotions and thoughts. First I was filled with remembrances of Ebbie; random odd memories like the really cool Barracuda she drove when I was about 7 or 8, or the many times I visited her at the bank where she worked as a teller for 38 years. During the service, I was seated so that I could see all of the remaining members of that generation sitting in the front row. Aunt Elva (age 86), Uncle Omer (age 89), Dad (turning 80 tomorrow) and Uncle "Fred" (age 78). Clearly my family is blessed with a genetic predisposition toward old age! But you can't sit in that place with those people in view and not realize that this is the first funeral of many more to come. I hated having that feeling, but it is true. Rather than mourning that fact, however, we choose to take advantage of the time we have left. One of the reasons we moved back to Georgia is so that our kids will have as much time as possible to spend with their grandparents. Not just big events (a wedding, an anniversary, a funeral), but random weekday afternoons just sitting on the sofa reading together. Just before Christmas we dropped in at my parents house to visit. My mom had been going through her "hope chest" that day looking for something. Since we were there, she took the opportunity to pull out her wedding gown (58 years old) to show to Belle and Tink.  The fact that I have &lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;seen that gown out of it's protective bag suggest how significant that act was.  Those are the moments and the memories that I crave for my children and for myself and my wife. (Aside #2: my wife and my parents have one of the closest "in-law" relationships I've ever seen and I am SO greatful for that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As this event crept closer, all of us were concerned for Aunt Elva. As they've grown older she had grown ever more dependant on Ebbie - how would she fare after Ebbie's death?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In his grace (as always), God had thought of that. During her long illness, Ebbie moved back and forth between the hospital and a residential rehab facility. During the first 2 or 3 months, my parents practically moved to Illinois, partially to keep an eye on Ebbie but equally to help take care of Elva. However, over the last months Elva became increasingly independant. That long illness served to help Elva prove to herself that "she can do this" alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For each of you, my hope is that you all have an "Aunt Ebbie" in your life. Maybe your grandmother, maybe your aunt, maybe someone at your church or down the street. Regardless, love her and appreciate her. I know that I'm blessed to still have her sister, and I know I'll do both of those things for as long as I have the priviledge to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-6952486755452909584?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/6952486755452909584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=6952486755452909584' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6952486755452909584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6952486755452909584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/06/rest-in-peace-aunt-ebbie.html' title='Rest in Peace, Aunt Ebbie . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SGg-AlAkK4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/nMHSobiTViM/s72-c/IMG_2377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-9083998239510050577</id><published>2008-06-20T21:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:02:25.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law of Unintended Consequences strikes (yet) again . . .</title><content type='html'>How often do we attempt to do something "good" and end up with a result that is not? The result often ends up backfiring on the intended recipient of the goodness or it backfires on the do-gooder. Why do you think the age-old saying "no good deed goes unpunished" even exists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that suggest that we should give up? I hope not. However, it is always smart to go in with our eyes wide open and ideally with some good data backing up our presumption that this &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; thing is in fact a &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that desire to "do good" and apply it to a governmental agency and the opportunity for unintended consequences magnifies exponentially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Example: banning drilling for oil in many domestic sources is good (we assume) for the environment. And yet, how many ways will $4.19 per gallon gas and $140 per barrel oil impact our national economy, our trade deficit, our personal budgets, our ability to donate money to charities or save for the future, and yes, ultimately, even our ability to invest in environmental initiatives? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today I saw an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200807/memphis-crime"&gt;article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (hat tip to Byron York at &lt;a href="http://corner.nationalreview.com/"&gt;The Corner&lt;/a&gt;) that exposes yet another example of governmental policies and initiatives whose results are diametrically oposed to the original intent. The article, in TheAtlantic.com, is extraordinarily well researched and well written. I won't try to synopsize it here except to quote these two paragraphs. Read the entire article for yourself and then comment away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Falling crime rates have been one of the great American success stories of the past 15 years. New York and Los Angeles, once the twin capitals of violent crime, have calmed down significantly, as have most other big cities. Criminologists still debate why: the crack war petered out, new policing tactics worked, the economy improved for a long spell. Whatever the alchemy, crime in New York, for instance, is now so low that local prison guards are worried about unemployment.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, though, a new and unexpected pattern has emerged, taking criminologists by surprise. While crime rates in large cities stayed flat, homicide rates in many midsize cities (with populations of between 500,000 and 1 million) began increasing, sometimes by as much as 20percent a year. In 2006, the Police Executive Research Forum, a national police group surveying cities from coast to coast, concluded in a report called “A Gathering Storm” that this might represent “the front end … of an epidemic of violence not seen for years.” The leaders of the group, which is made up of police chiefs and sheriffs, theorized about what might be spurring the latest crime wave: the spread of gangs, the masses of offenders coming out of prison, methamphetamines. But mostly they puzzled over the bleak new landscape. According to FBI data, America’s most dangerous spots are now places where Martin Scorsese would never think of staging a shoot-out—Florence, South Carolina; Charlotte-Mecklenburg, North Carolina; Kansas City, Missouri; Reading, Pennsylvania; Orlando, Florida; Memphis, Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-9083998239510050577?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/9083998239510050577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=9083998239510050577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/9083998239510050577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/9083998239510050577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/06/law-of-unintended-consequences-strikes.html' title='The Law of Unintended Consequences strikes (yet) again . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-6315943434572503410</id><published>2008-06-18T14:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:45:10.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've learned while in Tucson . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SFlcMIshS8I/AAAAAAAAADI/1hKPk0TOkD8/s1600-h/IMG00222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213299407220460482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SFlcMIshS8I/AAAAAAAAADI/1hKPk0TOkD8/s320/IMG00222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) It really does get hot out here in June. That's the thermometer in my rental car from yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) When it's 108 degrees (no, really), don't wear a french-blue dress shirt. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) That whole "but it's a dry heat" argument only works up to about 105 degrees. Above that and it's just darned hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) That whole "it's a dry heat" thing DOES have an impact on your skin. I feel like I'm dehydrated all the time. Neutrogena moisturizer (from my hotel room last night) really helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself in Tucson anytime soon and find yourself with a 2 hour gap between appointments, find the nearest Paradise Bakery and Cafe. Order a "Paradise Cookie Frappe". (caution - in the spectrum of liquid calories, this drink falls just north of a Venti Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha). Pop open the laptop and take advantage of the free wi-fi to check email and get directions to tonights hotel. Blog. Order lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later. I've got to go order that lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-6315943434572503410?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/6315943434572503410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=6315943434572503410' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6315943434572503410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6315943434572503410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-ive-learned-while-in-tucson.html' title='Things I&apos;ve learned while in Tucson . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SFlcMIshS8I/AAAAAAAAADI/1hKPk0TOkD8/s72-c/IMG00222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-7250952686010066770</id><published>2008-06-16T17:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:34:37.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the (blog) office notice. . .</title><content type='html'>I'm off tomorrow morning at 0-dark: 30 for another trip to Phoenix.  My guess is that, since it's the middle of June, it's going to be &lt;strong&gt;hot at blue blazes&lt;/strong&gt; there.  Why do I go to Minneapolis in February and Phoenix in June?  Oh well, at least it's a "dry heat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the internet has made it to Phoenix, so no, there is no excuse for a dearth of blogging this week.  After-all, what else is there to do in the evenings from one's hotel room, especially now that "American Idol" is over and "24" won't be on until next January?  I'll try to chime in, but I make no promises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live from North Georgia, where the weather is beautiful and the children are brilliant and well-behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-7250952686010066770?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/7250952686010066770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=7250952686010066770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/7250952686010066770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/7250952686010066770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/06/out-of-blog-office-notice.html' title='Out of the (blog) office notice. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-4944068777722278752</id><published>2008-06-15T22:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T22:26:18.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops, I forgot to blog this week . . .</title><content type='html'>And some people (you know who &lt;a href="http://tdpower.blogspot.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; are) are getting testy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, Happy Father's Day to all of you Dad's out there (and hopefully you know who you are, too). I hope you were well and truly feted and celebrated, and walked forth on pathways strewn with fragrant rose petals all day. I know I certainly did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, OK, maybe not exactly all of that. Actually I did have a nice day, but it was a bit more hectic than either I or my wife would have picked. But, we didn't get a vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out nice. She brought me coffee in bed and left me in peace while I watched &lt;strong&gt;Fox News Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Meet the Press &lt;/strong&gt;(rest in peace, Tim Russert, you are already missed). I haven't done that in years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after that, a parade of children (are all of these mine?) streamed into the bedroom singing "Happy Father's Day to you. . . ." bearing gifts of swim trunks and "stay-cool" golf shirts. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty much downhill from there. At that point, we had exactly one hour for everyone to bathe, dress, get hair brushed, and into the car to head to my parents for lunch. We left late and had to stop en route to buy some last minute supplies for Vacation Bible School (starting tomorrow). We got to the parental units for a mid-afternoon lunch, but then had to dash the hour back home so that my wife could go help set up for VBS. I helped schlep various and sundry items down to the Chapel and then schlepped the kids back home. Then I got to (as in "was priviledged enough to") vacuum before my in-laws came over for dinner. Oh good, let's eat again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was spectacular (fresh salmon, tomato &amp;amp; mozzarella salad, etc). Then we left for a quick ride on the in-laws pontoon boat. It was a beautiful evening for a boat-ride, but almost ended up as a train-wreck (pardon me while I mix metaphors with abandon) at the dock as said in-laws really don't work well together when it comes to docking boats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of all that, it was 9:30 before the kids got to bed (did I mention they have to be at VBS tomorrow morning at 8:30?). The kitchen is still a disaster, and we're all exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of that aside, it was still a great day. I have a wife who loves me even when I manage to be pretty unlovable. I have three AMAZING kids who are a joy to be around and so much darned fun too! We live in a spectacular place in the greatest country on earth and are loved by a God whose grace knows no bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, life really is great. So, Happy Father's Day to Tim, Arby, Big Doofus, and all you other Dads out there.  I think you all know exactly how blessed you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, Belle went to golf camp last week. Make sure I tell you about the two of us playing in the "end of camp" tournament Friday morning. It was awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-4944068777722278752?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/4944068777722278752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=4944068777722278752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/4944068777722278752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/4944068777722278752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/06/oops-i-forgot-to-blog-this-week.html' title='Oops, I forgot to blog this week . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-6431056625611360654</id><published>2008-06-09T17:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:24:56.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 5:59. . .</title><content type='html'>So here I sit, reclined on the chaise lounge on the deck- watching storm clouds roll overhead, listening to the church bell in the valley toll 6:00 o'clock. The grill is heating, but the beer is cold. The kids are playing nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think, I could be sitting in rush-hour traffic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. No, life is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-6431056625611360654?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/6431056625611360654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=6431056625611360654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6431056625611360654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6431056625611360654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-559.html' title='It&apos;s 5:59. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-3024868364647217686</id><published>2008-06-09T16:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:12:05.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggy things. . .</title><content type='html'>A few notes on updates to the blog layout and content:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) see the new "Who's Here from Where" section in the right column. I've seen this on other blogs and thought it was cool. It's always interesting to see where readers are from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I realized that one of my regularly checked blogs was not listed in the "Blogs Worth Reading" section, so I've justed added it. &lt;a href="http://blog.toastfloats.com/"&gt;Toast Floats&lt;/a&gt; is always a great read. The author, Karen, and her husband Dr. C are boat-schooling their three girls while they sail the Pacific coast for the next year or so on their Catamaran. How cool is that!? You can go back and read some of their history as they prepared for this epic event; you'll start to figure out that Karen et al are pretty cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-3024868364647217686?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/3024868364647217686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=3024868364647217686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3024868364647217686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3024868364647217686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/06/bloggy-things.html' title='Bloggy things. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-1783958269388955680</id><published>2008-06-07T21:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T21:19:26.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blasting past 2,000 . . .</title><content type='html'>Back on March 8th, I noted the upcoming significant milestone of having 1,000 hits on my blog.  I just checked today and realized that, in the three months since, I've already passed 2,100 hits.  Can you feel the excitement?  The acceleration?  It's clearly a juggernaut!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.  Not other news.  Well, that's not true, but I'm tired and not going to talk about it right now.  Come back maybe tomorrow and see if I've gotten around to it.  (gotta keep 'em wanting more, right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-1783958269388955680?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/1783958269388955680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=1783958269388955680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1783958269388955680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1783958269388955680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/06/blasting-past-2000.html' title='Blasting past 2,000 . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-7592029035676160894</id><published>2008-06-04T23:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:36:17.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random entries from the road. . .</title><content type='html'>So I'm traveling in Arizona this week. Arrived Monday and spent the night in Phoenix - drove to Tucson on Tues - back to Phoenix today - home tomorrow. Eating really crappy food on Monday en route resulted in two full days of an "upset tummy" (yes, we have young children!) and no sleep. Said tummy is feeling much better this evening, so I'm hoping that a good nights rest is soon to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, a potpourri of thoughts and catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) many thanks to &lt;a href="http://tdpower.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tim&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://homeschoolblogger.com/arbysarchives"&gt;Arby&lt;/a&gt; for not only great comments to my "&lt;a href="http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/05/open-question.html"&gt;open question&lt;/a&gt;" post, but for linking to it on their blogs and driving their multitude of faithful readers to my humble site. Perhaps they'll return. Tim and Arby both said awfully nice things about me in their posts, provoking an immense "aw shucks" from me. Really, I'm truly touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) said posts, and large amounts of "lying awake in the middle of the night" have generated thoughts about this whole concept of building "virtual friendships". I've never met Tim, but through our respective posts we've figured out we have a frightening amount in common, to the point that we refer to each other as our "doppelganger". Likewise with Arby, whom I have a tremendous amount of respect for as he is a stay-at-home dad and homeschooler while his wife is preparing to deploy to Iraq as a civilian contractor. Anyway, this whole concept of building friendships with people you've never may (and likely never will, in person) is really odd. What does it say about our society that I know more about a guy in the central valley of California whom I've never met than some of the dads on my son's soccer team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) on a much lighter note, the new appliances arrive tomorrow. I'll be sure to post pictures of the finished result. I know you're waiting anxiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-7592029035676160894?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/7592029035676160894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=7592029035676160894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/7592029035676160894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/7592029035676160894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-entries-from-road.html' title='Random entries from the road. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-5116059907686196203</id><published>2008-06-03T01:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:01:51.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>testing. . .</title><content type='html'>So it's 2:00 in the morning (eastern) and I can't sleep. I'm actually in Phoenix tonight (on pacific time) so it isn't as bad as it sounds. But still, I'd rather be sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?  I know! I'll see if I can post to my blog from my blackberry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be interesting to see how this looks (if it exists) tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. &lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-5116059907686196203?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/5116059907686196203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=5116059907686196203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5116059907686196203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5116059907686196203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/06/testing.html' title='testing. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-2067968446536230422</id><published>2008-05-31T23:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:51:31.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: a Political Entry. . .</title><content type='html'>Today, the Democratic National Committee announced that delegates from Florida and Michigan will be given 1/2 of a vote on the floor of the convention.  (forgive me if I didn't phrase that exactly correctly; but it's roughly right!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just assert for the record that this will do nothing but make everyone involved mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida and Michigan Democrats are now officially (as far as their party goes) 5/10ths of a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary supporters are angry that their supporters are considered "less than equal" than voters in Rhode Island or South Dakota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama supporters are angry (I'm having trouble finding a polite way of spelling "p*ss@d" without obscuring the real intent of the word) that states that were originally found "afoul of Democrat Party rules" are now given any legitimacy at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wins.  Everyone loses.  (except possibly McCain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret to admit that only the Republican Party leadership could have messed up an internal situation like this any worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we just send everyone in DC home for good and start from scratch?  Maybe elevate a few city council representatives, maybe a state senator or two, and lots (LOTS) of people who have never held elective office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A breath of fresh air, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-2067968446536230422?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/2067968446536230422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=2067968446536230422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2067968446536230422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2067968446536230422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/05/warning-political-entry.html' title='Warning: a Political Entry. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-6207473932920341827</id><published>2008-05-30T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:39:36.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An open question. . .</title><content type='html'>My "about me" section provides some insight into our family, but let me dig a little deeper into our family dynamics - then I have a question.  We are homeschoolers with three children, ages 8, 6 and 4.  Excluding a few months of "dry run" with Belle at the end of her 5K year (we moved in March and started with her then) we really started two years ago when Belle was in first grade and Tink was in 5k.  (they are 20 months apart in age but only one school year apart).  The Boy has been enrolled in our church's Mothers Morning Out program for the past two years, giving my wife a chance to start with two before adding the third.  This, in my humble opinion, was brilliant thinking on her part.  However, his MMO program only met Tues - Thurs, so he was often in and around during school-time on other days and during "summer session".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to today.  We are starting to notice a trend, and I'm wondering if this is found among other homeschool families, particularly those with children close in age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 1:  What took Belle a full twelve months to learn last year (particularly math) has taken Tink about nine months.  Why?&lt;br /&gt;Example 2:  Tink has struggled a bit with reading this year.  She's getting it, but it's a lot of work for her.  The Boy, on the otherhand, just caught up to her in the Phonics book we're using.  And, he's showing a real talent for math as well; we're pretty sure we can knock out 5k math by the end of summer / mid fall, and then he'll be off into 1st grade level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hypothesis, particularly in Tink's math example, is that it's because she was sitting right there listening all of last year while Belle did her lessons.  There had to be some osmosis going on, because she's "clicking" a whole lot faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that doesn't necessarily apply to The Boy, as he is only around for classes two days a week (and often spends that time playing with blocks, not sitting at the table in the school room). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What various factors might be at play?  I don't know all of them, but my guess is that homeschool families, where children of different ages and skills learn &lt;strong&gt;together&lt;/strong&gt; (at least a lot of the time) see younger children gain some skills &lt;em&gt;faster&lt;/em&gt; than the trail-blazing older kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(author's note:  this is not at all pleasing to Belle.  "It's not fair!", she complains, that Tink gets to move so quickly!!  And, yes, lectures on "life's not fair" followed immediately.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts from the blogosphere?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-6207473932920341827?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/6207473932920341827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=6207473932920341827' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6207473932920341827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6207473932920341827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/05/open-question.html' title='An open question. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-798360545761940028</id><published>2008-05-29T10:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:58:27.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it interesting. . .</title><content type='html'>that Google can manage to have a special graphic celebrating the "anniversary of the first ascent of Mount Everest", but they couldn't manage to do a graphic honoring the military on Memorial Day?  In comparison, yahoo.com, ask.com, and dogpile.com all had Memorial Day graphics but no "Mt Everest Day" graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely nothing against commemorating Sir Edmund Hilary and Tensing Norgay's great feat.  In fact, I love it when Google mixes it up with a special design on the home page.  I just wonder why they tend to skip certain holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-798360545761940028?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/798360545761940028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=798360545761940028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/798360545761940028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/798360545761940028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/05/isnt-it-interesting.html' title='Isn&apos;t it interesting. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-443536822385923519</id><published>2008-05-28T22:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:47:24.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kitchen</title><content type='html'>My favorite room in the house. The source of all goodness. The center of the home. Mom, hotdogs and apple pie. Only baseball and Chevrolets are rarely to be found in this room of rooms; this holy of holies. As mentioned previously, it is also the locale of the greatest concentration of expensive devices in the house (with the exception of the garage, which we had to totally outfit last year, alas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recap. The fridge and the range jointly decided that their time had come. After 20-plus years, they were tired. Not to mention the fact that, for the first 18-plus years, they were used exclusively by retired couples who only spent 4-5 months per year in this house; preferring to spend the balance of the year in their Florida homes. Needless to say, said appliances, along with the rest of the house, were startled when a family of five moved in &lt;strong&gt;full time&lt;/strong&gt; and expected diligent and reliable cooking, cooling and freezing services. "Enough!" they said. "We quit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And quit they did. Thus, we found ourselves seeking replacements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news abounds! In addition to remembering our fallen soldiers who made our everyday lives possible, Memorial Day (formerly "Decoration Day"; google it if you must) is also well known for great sales. I'd feel more guilty about this if Christmas and Easter weren't thrown in the same boat. At least we recognize the original intent of each holiday before we go shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wecome to the "Home Depot Memorial Day Appliance Sale and Extravaganza (Internet version)". We started shopping early last week when the fridge started freezing the carrots and the freezer refused to do same. However, we got word (through the wily HD staff themselves) that great sales were approaching. Take heed. Be patient. Bide your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely enough, in-store sales started the Thursday before the actual holiday weekend. Given the due diligence performed by yours truly and his wife, we knew roughly what we wanted. A final run through the HD website uncovered additional "internet only" discounts. AHA!!! Remembering my mothers motto of "it's not how much it cost, it's how much I saved!", we sallied forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, new options required additional visits to an actual store. Regardless of how pretty the pictures are online, it's always best to actually touch / feel / open / close / and yank on all potential purchases before buying. Last night this involved my wife and Belle. All that did was expose new options. Thus tonight, everyone ventured onward to "the other Home Depot" close to us (with a larger selection to view) for further assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, we have ordered (online, once we got home) two stunning additions to the family. Let's give it up for the fridge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SD4Sm45ODkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S3k0eoRKag8/s1600-h/lg+fridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205618678603583042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SD4Sm45ODkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S3k0eoRKag8/s400/lg+fridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's the lovely and talented LG 25.0 cubic feet French Door Stainless Steel etc etc fridge. Note the absence of an in-door ice/water dispenser. Given that our family rarely uses ice in drinks and prefers tap-temperature water, we forewent the additional cost for that feature that we would NEVER use. Dave Ramsey would (might, maybe?) be so proud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second, let's hear it for the range:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SD4T0Y5ODlI/AAAAAAAAADA/YwhTD9SA2rE/s1600-h/Jenn+aire+range.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205620010043444818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SD4T0Y5ODlI/AAAAAAAAADA/YwhTD9SA2rE/s400/Jenn+aire+range.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This would be the equally lovely and talented Jenn-Aire 30 inch slide-in range with down-draft exhaust and smooth-glass ceramic cook surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't typically lean toward this high-end of a product except that the original (dying) range was a Jenn-Aire with said down-draft exhaust. To replace it with a traditional free-standing range would have 1) meant major surgery on the countertop; and 2) installing some type of "above the range" exhaust system. Number one wasn't too scary given that we hate our countertops anyway and the result would be invisible behind the range. Number two was of greater impact. That, plus the fact that we really wanted a range with the controls on the front of the device, not posted above the stove elements at the rear. When you have youngish children in the house, conventional wisdom might suggest "keep the dials as far away as possible!!!" However, our younsters love to help in the kitchen. With a hopeful eye to a future filled with meals prepared by someone besides the two of us, my wife and I cultivate and encourage that love. However, the last thing we want them doing is dangling over an already hot element to "turn the boiling sauce down to a simmer. . .". Thus, we sprung for the best option that met our (admittedly unique) needs. It helped that it was one of the aforementioned "internet specials" with additional rebates etc that brought it within striking distance of the other options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now we're excitedly waiting for our new appliances to arrive. Which, upon installation, will make our crummy countertops and backsplash look absolutely horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued (in some possible combination of granite, corian, stainless steel, or "other"). And, therefore, more dollars will also follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-443536822385923519?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/443536822385923519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=443536822385923519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/443536822385923519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/443536822385923519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/05/kitchen.html' title='The Kitchen'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SD4Sm45ODkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S3k0eoRKag8/s72-c/lg+fridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-5515114845357651084</id><published>2008-05-27T19:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:59:14.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, when was the last time I posted. . .</title><content type='html'>anything of substance?  Not sure.  Some might argue "since you started blogging, genius".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, rather than change my ways with this post, I'll simply tease you with three subjects to be blogged about by weeks end.  There.  That's my commitment.  Three entries by Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential entries may include (but are not limited to):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;status of the kitchen woes ("it all started with a knob", as my wife puts it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;starting the big "fish pond / front walk" project (this should give me fodder for months of entries keeping you tediously updated with every shovel-ful of dirt moved!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thoughts on "year end kid events" that we've been living through for the past few weeks (pro's, con's, up's, down's)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, aren't you titillated now!?  (I had a college professor who LOVED that word).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who knows, entry one may even come later tonight.  In the meantime, you're all free to wait with bated breath.  (and don't get me started on all of the people who spell that "baited breath".  I'm a stickler that way!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-5515114845357651084?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/5515114845357651084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=5515114845357651084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5515114845357651084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5515114845357651084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-when-was-last-time-i-posted.html' title='So, when was the last time I posted. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-4125573819322820300</id><published>2008-05-21T22:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:21:15.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In re:  American Idol</title><content type='html'>YESSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say about that.  (tonight, at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-4125573819322820300?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/4125573819322820300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=4125573819322820300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/4125573819322820300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/4125573819322820300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-re-american-idol.html' title='In re:  American Idol'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-9186605260759788093</id><published>2008-05-18T21:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:07:04.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How do they know. . .</title><content type='html'>"They" being expensive kitchen appliances. How did the refridgerator find out that there was a slight (unusual) surplus in the checking account this month? Did it hear us talking last month about the floor sample fridge we saw at Home Depot (french door top fridge with a bottom drawer freezer in stainless steel) that was on clearance? Did it not hear the end of that conversation when we decided "no, our fridge works just fine - there are other ways to spend our money"? Was it so offended that we even considered a replacement that it decided to take extreme measures all on it's own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the cause or source, our faithful side-by-side refridgerator / freezer (original equipment when the house was built in the early 80's) has decided to mix it up a bit. Let's freeze the fresh veggies in the crisper drawer, yet thaw the salmon steaks and Ego's that are in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneously, our range (of identical vintage) is suggesting a similar tactic. A few months ago, it refused to completely roast a pork tenderloin. "Just. Can't. Get. That. Hot!" Ever since, it's been just fine. Before we left on vacation, one of the eye's on the stove decided to give up the ghost. Now we're down the three (and only one "big" one!). Worse yet, this is a really fancy (for it's day) Jenn-Aire range with the down-draft vent that, if we choose to replace it with a like brand, will cost a fortune and will NEVER be on clearance at Home Depot. It is not in a critical state yet, but holding one's breath everytime one starts to cook a meal ("will it work?") is no way to keep the blood pressure down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week, in addition to the spring Children's Chorale Concert (Belle), dress rehearsals for the spring dance recital (all three), and The Boy's last three day's of 4K at our church, we get to go shopping for at least one, maybe two, major appliances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news items hidden in here are 1) we actually do have some surplus to work with, so we don't have to automatically go (further) into debt; and 2) I'm not traveling this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they know that too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-9186605260759788093?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/9186605260759788093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=9186605260759788093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/9186605260759788093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/9186605260759788093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-do-they-know.html' title='How do they know. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-5685980020492323669</id><published>2008-05-17T22:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:20:35.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Would that there were more like these. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SCNIBV87wV4&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profundity at a comedy club! We're certainly not hearing it in Congress or precious elsewhere in the public square, so why not!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-5685980020492323669?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/5685980020492323669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=5685980020492323669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5685980020492323669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5685980020492323669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/05/would-that-there-were-more-like-these.html' title='Would that there were more like these. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-8632586965077609354</id><published>2008-05-15T21:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:04:00.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment of silliness. . .</title><content type='html'>This post has nothing to do with homeschooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor with working from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor parenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor any of the other weighty subjects you've come to expect from other bloggers whom I love to cite and quote (but rarely from me in original form - I admit it!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, this is all about that all-important, all-consuming subject clogging the thought-processes of intelligent, well-meaning adults all across the fruited plain who have many other things they should be focusing on but aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is, indeed, about American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(feel free to move on to another site / blog / etc if you have no desire to waste time on this subject.  I'll wait while you move on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now that the boring people are gone, an admission.  Typically, my wife and I are "end of the season" AI viewers.  Don't bore us with the 12, the 8, or even the final 6.  Get it down to the final 4 or so and we're suddenly interested.  (We have a similar approach to professional baseball, the Braves, and play-off season / the World Series, but let's not turn this into a psychological analysis, shall we (not)?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our interest in American Idol really started when we lived in Birmingham AL which, for several years, had a statistically inprobable likelyhood of having a resident in the final 4.  Rueben, Bo, etc.  Who couldn't love Rueben?  We were minding our own business shopping at Rich's (now - alas - Macy's) when he walked by with some of his posse.  We were thrilled.  Our interest in Idol was cemented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also claim any links to anyone else from the Atlanta area (our hometown) and, in general, the South.  But, we don't have the time or patience to sit through all of the drama of the first 8 weeks.  We know someone we can love will end up in the final group.  If not, there's always next year.  (refer back to my reference to major-league baseball).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, it's all David Cook.  Due to travel, I've had more opportunities to check in on Idol over the past 4 weeks or so.  From the moment Michael the Australian guy was knocked off, I've known it had to be David C.  OK, so he's from Missouri.  Technically, that's the "south".  More importantly, he's all that and a bag of chips.  David A is cute and all, but let's send him to Orlando (Disney) to marinate for a decade or so, then he can burst on the scene when he's an adult.  In the meantime, in the "Battle of the David's", it's all about Cook.  There is no alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote for DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We now return to our original programming.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-8632586965077609354?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/8632586965077609354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=8632586965077609354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8632586965077609354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8632586965077609354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/05/moment-of-silliness.html' title='A moment of silliness. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-135793046855387197</id><published>2008-05-09T14:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T15:02:10.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing really quick</title><content type='html'>I recently found an editorial cartoonist that I really enjoy. Michael Ramirez of &lt;a href="http://www.ibdeditorials.com/Cartoons.aspx"&gt;Investor's Business Daily&lt;/a&gt; has a terrific wit and timely message every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you homeschoolers out there, today's is particularly significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SCSfKQrrA4I/AAAAAAAAACw/ksOQkej5oRw/s1600-h/toon050908.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198454868518044546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SCSfKQrrA4I/AAAAAAAAACw/ksOQkej5oRw/s400/toon050908.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-135793046855387197?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/135793046855387197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=135793046855387197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/135793046855387197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/135793046855387197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-thing-really-quick.html' title='One thing really quick'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SCSfKQrrA4I/AAAAAAAAACw/ksOQkej5oRw/s72-c/toon050908.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-7264014401831179439</id><published>2008-05-09T14:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:51:35.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back!!</title><content type='html'>At long last, we have returned from vacation. OK, actually we got back Tuesday night, but this is the first chance I've had to actually post. A few housekeeping items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Timothy, thanks so much for your suggestions for the trip a few months back. I'll file a more comprehensive description of where we went and what we did later. Suffice it to say that we had a great time. Sorry we didn't get to the Sacramento area, but I'll look you up next time I'm there on business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Arby, ditto for you on my next trip to Kansas City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with this quick shot of The Boy posing for his mom after finishing lunch in Sequoia National Forest.  Yest, that's snow in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SCSc2wrrA3I/AAAAAAAAACo/6VXvjXY-nq4/s1600-h/IMG_4088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198452334487339890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SCSc2wrrA3I/AAAAAAAAACo/6VXvjXY-nq4/s400/IMG_4088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-7264014401831179439?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/7264014401831179439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=7264014401831179439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/7264014401831179439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/7264014401831179439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/05/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/SCSc2wrrA3I/AAAAAAAAACo/6VXvjXY-nq4/s72-c/IMG_4088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-8938193844700713144</id><published>2008-04-25T14:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T14:52:47.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please forgive me. . .</title><content type='html'>I hope that this doesn't offend my numerous dear readers from Oklahoma or nearby states (possibly both of you!?), but it was just TOOOO funny not to link to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a hat tip to &lt;a href="http://www.libertyfilmfestival.com/libertas/"&gt;Libertas&lt;/a&gt;, here is a glimpse at what celebrities might look like if they moved to &lt;a href="http://www.wintrest.com/if-celebs-moved-to-oklahoma/"&gt;The Sooner State.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been your pop-culture update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live from the Crown Room at DFW (and desperately hoping that my plane shows up sometime soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-8938193844700713144?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/8938193844700713144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=8938193844700713144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8938193844700713144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8938193844700713144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/04/please-forgive-me.html' title='Please forgive me. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-6071951455037969231</id><published>2008-04-15T20:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:50:04.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This weeks CoH is up. . .</title><content type='html'>over at the &lt;a href="http://blog.nerdfamily.com/"&gt;NerdFamily's&lt;/a&gt;  place. My ruminations on birthday gifting are included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-6071951455037969231?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/6071951455037969231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=6071951455037969231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6071951455037969231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6071951455037969231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-weeks-coh-is-up.html' title='This weeks CoH is up. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-3335738877911174823</id><published>2008-04-13T22:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:02:45.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It may be quiet around here. . .</title><content type='html'>Not that I've been setting world records for blogging lately, but I wanted my regulars (both of you) to know that I'll be on the road pretty constantly for the next three + weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm off to Boston. The schedule isn't too rigorous, so I should be able to get in a post or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I'm off to New Orleans (where I'm speaking at a conference), then Dallas (internal meetings that will go dawn to dusk and beyond).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the whole family is off on vacation to California!!! Hopefully I will be able to post updates of that trip along the way. After all, it's not every day that a family of five flies west (hoorah for frequent flier miles!) to spend "spring break" checking out Sequoia National Forest AND the Sonoma Valley wineries. Plus take in a family wedding (the real reason for the whole trip). There should be several good posts to be had in that mix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I'll be checking in on YOUR blogs from hotels and airports along the way, so keep that good news coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, from the road. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-3335738877911174823?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/3335738877911174823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=3335738877911174823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3335738877911174823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3335738877911174823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-may-be-quiet-around-here.html' title='It may be quiet around here. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-3234443414412057456</id><published>2008-04-13T21:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T09:26:30.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Parties (and that whole "gift" thing)</title><content type='html'>So, as you've noticed, we have three kids. Kids have birthdays. Kids with birthdays have parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, kids have friends. With birthdays. And parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the breakdown occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The law of exponential multiplication (or whatever it's called; give me a break - I was a Political Science major!) suggests that one family with three children will attend somewhere in the neighborhood of 1,234.5 birthday parties per year. This can be challenging to the ole budget, can it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bad enough to be the monthly / weekly giver of gifts. What with gas prices these days, a $15 gift now costs $26.47 plus the value of your time ("priceless", to quote Mastercard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But woe-betide the parents who actually gave birth to the celebrant. Bouncy Castles, visiting clowns, fire trucks, fly-overs by the Blue Angels?! Is there no limit to the imaginations (and therefore expectations) given to planning a childs birthday party these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we moved to the North Georgia Mountains two years ago, we lived in a very "desirable" suburb of Birmingham AL. (and to all of my readers outside of Alabama, no, that is NOT an oxymoron!) It was your typical affluent close-in suburban neighborhood filled with wonderful boutiques, lots of restaurants, great churches and fertile couples. Close to downtown; tree-lined streets; small post-WWII bungalows (regularly being torn down and replaced by "Arts &amp;amp; Crafts" style mansions) (yes, that should be an oxymoron). Kids were everywhere. It was everything we ever wanted in a place to live. We spent 10 months in hell renovating and adding on to our "bungalow". We were going to live there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we decided to move. But that's a post for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAANYWAY, one of the downsides of living there was the increasingly high expectations of the Pre-K and Elementary age social scene. A few crepe-paper streamers and a birthday cake did NOT a birthday party make. Did Cinderella come visit and sing for the birthday girl? Was the entire local "bounce house" not rented out to entertain 14 five-year-olds? Forget the pony ride. Where is the llama and the camel? Every year, it got worse. Before long, 10th birthdays were going to be celebrated with cruises on the Queen Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one of the many reasons we love our new home. Aside from the mountain views and general sense of being "away from it all", we are fortunate to be part of a fairly tightly-knit group of young families. This may be more a result of desperation than anything else, since there aren't that many "young families" that live in this neck of the woods. We'd love more; please call if you're interested in moving. This tight group includes a larger-than-normal percentage of homeschoolers (probably 15-20% of the total school-age population), plus a broad mix of public- and private-schoolers. And we all get along very nicely on most days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the cool "trends" of late involves birthday presents. ("Thank goodness", you scream inwardly, "he finally gets back to his original subject!!!"). While not 100%, a common clause on many birthday invitations of late includes a statement similar to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ella Grace is thrilled that you're going to be coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to her party. Since she has already been blessed with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so many toys, Ella Grace would just love it if you would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bring a donation of XXX instead for us to take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the local XXX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK, the phrasing isn't usually that colloquial, but the premise stands. Kids around here, instead of getting more toys, games, and (forgive me for coming right out and saying it) junk for themselves, are getting toys (for Toys for Tots), canned goods (for the local food pantry), or cases of paper towels and toilet paper (for the Ronald McDonald House). It's awesome. You don't have to try to figure out what Ella Grace would just LOOOOOVE to have. You don't have to sacrifice your friendship with Tripp's parents (Josiah Edward Smythe-Jones III) because you bought a gift that makes LOUD music at the slightest touch and has no on/off switch. And, best of all, you don't end up with a house full of "STUFF" after your own kids party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Codicil #1: parents and grandparents are exempt from the gift-giving rule. The kid still gets fun stuff for their birthday. (do you think I'm really going to tell my MIL she can't give Belle / Tink / The Boy presents?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Codicil2: this rule isn't typically kicking in until about age 5 or 6. Older if you're the eldest child; younger if you're 2nd or 3rd (or good heavens 4th or 5th), since you've already seen this graciousness modeled by your esteemed elder sibling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Belle did this for her 7th birthday. We have some wonderful pictures of her delivering a huge bucket full of canned goods to the local food pantry just before Thanksgiving. Not only did she learn the joy of giving, she also learned the whole concept that there are children in this world who are less fortunate than she. That's a deep lesson for a 7-year old, but much more easily learned when the lesson is concrete, not abstract. Oh, and she never even noticed the influx (or lack thereof) of new toys after the event was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If this sparks a new idea for your family, please leave a comment and let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If your family is already doing this (or something even cooler), ditto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I open the floor for discussion. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-3234443414412057456?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/3234443414412057456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=3234443414412057456' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3234443414412057456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3234443414412057456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-parties-and-that-whole-gift.html' title='Birthday Parties (and that whole &quot;gift&quot; thing)'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-2951599945316395041</id><published>2008-04-07T14:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:01:23.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning!  Blogging could be hazardous to your health. . .</title><content type='html'>Or, so says the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/04/06/technology/06sweat.html?_r=2&amp;amp;ex=1365307200&amp;amp;en=114ef6a37f8d37c6&amp;amp;ei=5088&amp;amp;partner=rssnyt&amp;amp;emc=rss&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a guess here, but I doubt that my 72 blog entries over 14 months, generating about 1500 hits, are going to cause anyone a myocardial infarction, least of all me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I'm going to log off and go lie down for a few minutes just to be safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-2951599945316395041?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/2951599945316395041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=2951599945316395041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2951599945316395041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2951599945316395041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/04/warning-blogging-could-be-hazardous-to.html' title='Warning!  Blogging could be hazardous to your health. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-8849329718615173685</id><published>2008-04-02T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:10:38.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, the glamorous life of the business traveler</title><content type='html'>So, after a long stretch of no travel, I'm back on the road again. Atlanta to Kansas City to Washington DC, then finally home tonight.  I have to admit that I do often lead somewhat of a charmed life when I travel. Delta Crown Room, periodic upgrades to First Class, high-end hotels with a room on the concierge level, and great food. Of course, those trips are regularly balanced by those with long security lines, middle seats in row 28, no-name hotels with sirens echoing through the concrete canyons outside the windows, and Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did have a chance to go out to dinner with my niece while in DC.  It's hard to believe that she, the oldest of my 9 nieces and nephews, is old enough to have a career and her own apartment in the big city.  We had a blast visiting.  We caught up on her job and mine, her parents, my wife and kids, my parents / her grandparents, etc.  It was fun, yet odd, to converse with her as an adult, rather than a kid or even a teenager.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No travel next week, but then it's two weeks of long travel.  Boston, New Orleans, and Dallas.  That round includes a conference over a weekend (where I'm actually speaking!).  But, then it's vacation time!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully, you weren't here looking for immense humor or profundity.  You'll not be finding it.  Maybe next week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, Tinkerbelle is recovering nicely after her bout with pneumonia.  We're looking forward to a nice, calm weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-8849329718615173685?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/8849329718615173685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=8849329718615173685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8849329718615173685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8849329718615173685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/04/ah-glamorous-life-of-business-traveler.html' title='Ah, the glamorous life of the business traveler'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-2714881879872127060</id><published>2008-03-29T21:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:17:04.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So how did you spend your Friday night?</title><content type='html'>I know, some of you put the kids to bed early and snuggled on the sofa (just the two of you!) watching the latest DVD from Netflix while sipping a nice glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others of you actually sprung for a baby-sitter and went out.  To a restaurant.  With menus.  And waiters.  Linen tablecloths.  You shared an appetizer, she ordered the fresh Chilean Sea Bass, you ordered the Beef Tenderloin.  You even lingered over coffee and dessert before heading home to your home (spotless) and children (clean and sleeping snugly in their beds).  Your babysitter raved about how polite your children are and how nicely they play together.  She (or he) begged you to call again.  Their youth group is going on a Spring Beach Trip and they really need to make some extra money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just pause there for a moment and enjoy that mental image for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pause&lt;br /&gt;pause&lt;br /&gt;pause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me tell you what we did instead of either of those tempting scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, there was one part of Scenario Two that actually happened.  There was a baby-sitter involved.  However, she (my MIL) was only there to take care of Belle and The Boy.  Tink was with me and my wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Emergency Room. &lt;br /&gt;At Children's Hospital. &lt;br /&gt;In Atlanta. &lt;br /&gt;For EIGHT hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering, they don't have linen tablecloths, dessert, wine, or Chilean Sea Bass at Childrens Hospital.  However, they do have wonderful nurses and doctors who, once you actually get to a room and can see them, take great care of a very sad, very sick Tink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background:  almost 3 years ago, Belle (then age 5 1/2) complained of a really bad stomach-ache.  I was traveling (surprise!).  A late-night trip to the Emergency Room (this time in Birmingham, where we then lived) revealed no major illnesses.  Two days later, a trip to our Pediatrician led to an immediate trip to a pediatric surgeon who quickly determined that Belle had had a severe case of appendicitis and that the appendix in question had already ruptured.  After one week in the hospital on a very powerful antibiotic cocktail, followed by 6 weeks of continued antibiotics administered at home via a "pic-line", Belle finally had surgury to remove the ruptured appendix.  Eight weeks and I can't remember how many thousands of dollars later, Belle was back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we are now a little sensitive to stomach-aches at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife took Tink and The Boy to our pediatrician here in GA on Friday morning.  Both had been coughing pretty badly for a week and, with a weekend trip back to Birmingham to visit friends planned, we needed to make sure they weren't contagious with anything.  Oh, and that morning, just before the trip, Tink complained of a severe stomach-ache.  It hurt to walk, hurt to move.  Tears were plentiful.  Turns out Tink had bronchitis and an ear infection.  The Boy is showing signs of pretty severe athsma and also had an ear infection.  Tinks tummy-ache had slightly abated by then, but the Doctor said to watch it and head to the ER if it got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 5:00 pm.  I'm waiting for Belle and The Boy (who is feeling fine by now) to finish their first tennis clinic of the season.  My cell rings; it's my wife.  "Take Belle and TB to my moms and come home.  We're taking Tink to Children's."  Consider it done.  After 15 years of marriage and 8 years of parenthood, I don't question my wife's intuition.  It's accuracy is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 7:00, we're sitting in the waiting room and, well, waiting.  Tink is feeling much better now, but we're not sure if that's just the Motrin talking or what.  By 8:30 or 9, she's really much better.  Should we just bail and go home?  Are we just being hyper-cautious because of Belle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what time we got back to an actual examination room.  We told the whole story again (are they checking to see if we remember why we're here?) to the nurse.   At this point, we're convinced that we were being absurdly cautious and are wasting time and money.  After another hour or so, we saw a doctor.  He felt otherwise.  Option 1: the bronchitis could have turned into pneumonia, which can cause severe abdominal pain (particularly in children).  Option 2: she really could have appendicitis.  Worse yet, her sudden "recovery" from the pain could have been caused by the appendix rupturing.  Apparently, the pain is worst before it ruptures and, once it does, you feel much better.  (until, of course, all of the poison starts to make you feel REALLY bad).  Let's do some blood work to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse Wendy comes back (and boy, was she fabulous to us all night).   She takes blood for tests and puts Tink on some fluids (she had barely eaten anything all day and hadn't drunk very much either).  It should take 45 minutes or an hour to get the results back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later, the doctor returns.  Tinks white blood cell count is through the roof.  (for you novices out there, that means "Oh crap!")  Time for chest x-rays and a CAT scan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now it's after midnight.  We're watching "Brother Bear 2" for the second time in the room.  Tink is behaving like the trooper that she is.  No complaints.  She just lies there, watching and listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally get to the X-Ray room and move next door to the CAT Scan machine.  Tink thought it was like a ride at Disney (thanks mostly to the brilliance of my wife, who suggested exactly that).  She didn't even want to hold hands with anyone while they were sliding her in and out (and in and out). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of this, we find out that it is Option 1 (pneumonia), not Option 2 (ruptured appendix).  I never thought I would be so excited to learn that my child had pneumonia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were finally discharged around 3:00 am and got home a little after 4:00.  None of us left the house today.  We're exhausted, but so grateful that our little one is OK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's blessings come in very strange packages sometimes.  Maybe next Friday we'll just snuggle on the sofa and watch a DVD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-2714881879872127060?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/2714881879872127060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=2714881879872127060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2714881879872127060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2714881879872127060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-how-did-you-spend-your-friday-night.html' title='So how did you spend your Friday night?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-8458444531509075090</id><published>2008-03-24T14:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:17:30.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Eggs source</title><content type='html'>In my most recent &lt;a href="http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-and-foremost.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, I mentioned including Resurrection Eggs as part of our Easter tradition. They can be found &lt;a href="http://store.familylife.com/detail.asp?id=9066&amp;amp;p=185378"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, via the &lt;a href="http://www.familylife.com/site/c.dnJHKLNnFoG/b.3082787/k.BF6A/Home.htm"&gt;Family Life&lt;/a&gt; website (a service of Campus Crusade for Christ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-8458444531509075090?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/8458444531509075090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=8458444531509075090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8458444531509075090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/8458444531509075090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/resurrection-eggs-source.html' title='Resurrection Eggs source'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-93240572654770057</id><published>2008-03-23T22:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:47:26.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First and foremost. . .</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter to all. It was a wonderful Resurrection Sunday here on the mountain. A few takeaways include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pt 1: Kicking off the morning:&lt;/strong&gt;  We have a family tradition of hiding (OK, strewing) Easter eggs about the living room for the kids to "find" when they are all up on Easter morning. Many are your garden variety plastic eggs filled with candy (primarily the kind the parents like too so that we can poach unashamedly afterwards). Some are hard-boiled and dyed the night before by all of us. This year included 18 such eggs, some of which were blue with smiley faces, some were plaid, one looked just like a dinosaur egg. They were magnificent. We hide the candy eggs on Saturday night after the kids are asleep; the "real" eggs spend the night in the fridge and are added on Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like we do at Christmas with Santa Claus, my wife and I work very hard to make sure that our kids know that Easter is not just about treat-filled baskets and candy-filled eggs.  Thus, in addition to candy eggs (total: 94) and real eggs (total: 18), we have 12 "resurrection eggs". We bought these before Easter last year and the are a GREAT addition to the tradition. (ooh, a rhyme!) These particular eggs, which look just like the plastic eggs filled with candy, have inside something representative of the Easter story. It was so great to watch the kids open them this morning and shout "praying hands, like Jesus in the garden", or "a cup, like what Jesus used at the last supper". (OK, she actually said "last dinner", but we got the point). Other eggs contain a spear, a crown of thorns, a cross made of nails, a white linen cloth, a whip, a rock (to seal the tomb), and others that I'm not thinking of at 11:30 at night.  Most importantly, one egg is completely empty, just like the tomb. Belle found that one and recognized the significance of it immediately. Isn't it great when they know their lines?! I can't remember where we found these; I'll see if I can find the source and post it in a later entry.  All I know is that it was a real blessing to watch all three kids remember why the eggs were there and what their contents meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logistical note:  Belle woke up with the sun and entertained herself until I got up (bless her!).   I dragged myself out of bed about 8:30 to start the coffee pot (VITAL).  The Boy got up shortly after I did.  He and Belle waited "patiently", as they knew no-one was allowed to start collecting eggs until everyone was up.  I took coffee to my wife in an effort to bribe her out of bed.  Then, and only then, did I head downstairs to coax Tinkerbell out of bed.  She and her mother are of the same cloth; they would both sleep until 10 every day if they could.  This all works pretty well during the week when there are no am deadlines (thank GOODNESS we homeschool).  On Easter Sunday Morning, when you have to hunt eggs / eat breakfast /parents have to shower-shave-etc / get dressed in all new clothes (where are Belles new shoes - do we have a slip for Tink - uh-oh The Boys pants are a little long)  / "WE NEED TO LEAVE FOR CHURCH!!!!!", it can get a little stressful.  I'll omit the gory details, but trust me when I say, it could have gone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pt 2: The Hunt:&lt;/strong&gt;  After church and lunch (including interestingly colored egg salad, of course), we headed to our community Easter Egg Hunt. Tim blogged on &lt;a href="http://tdpower.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-agony-of-defeat.html"&gt;theirs&lt;/a&gt; yesterday; ours is similarly structured.  Remember a few things:  1) while we live in a somewhat remote part of the state, it's a gated community popular with retirees.  2) those retirees like to have their grandchildren come visit for holidays.  3) those retirees LOVE to show off their grandchildren (wearing their Easter best) to all of their friends at a community gathering.  "Zoo" doesn't begin to describe the event.  In addition to the actual hunt (which started at precisely 3:00 and was largely over by 3:03), you can pet the animals in the petting zoo (including a camel, llama, cow, donkey, goat, sheep, duck, chicken, rabbit, and probably others that I couldn't see through the crowd) and get your picture taken with the Easter Bunny.  Actually, we had a lot of fun.  One of our friends (also a homeschool parent with whom we'd like to spend more time but it just hasn't worked out yet) shared a precious story about Tinkerbell (our 6 year old) that obviously I must share here.  Our friends daughter (age 5) was somewhat overwhelmed by the crowds during the Easter Egg Round-up and ended up with a completely empty basket.  She doesn't know Tink that well but, being the only girl in a family of 4 boys, she tends to remember every girl she meets.  When she saw me and The Boy just after the Hunt, she turned to her mom and said "I want to go find Tinkerbell".  So, they did.  They sought out and found Tink over near the Easter Bunny.  Tink looked into the little girls basked, saw that it was empty, and without saying a word started moving some her eggs from her basket to the friends.  Neither I or my wife saw this, so our friend found us to share the story.  She was so touched.  We were so proud! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pt 3:  Dinner:  &lt;/strong&gt;After the egg round-up, we returned home for some desperately needed rest.  Belle was allowed to stay up and visit WebkinzWorld (after she did her phonics first).  The younger two were sent to their rooms with strict instructions to "put their heads on their pillows and rest".  We parents actually sat down in the living room and visited for a few minutes, then did some chores until it was time to leave for dinner with the grandparents.  Background: my wife's parents live in our community as well - maybe 8 minutes away.  We had a wonderful Easter Dinner with them.  The kids love visiting Mimi and Papa.  We had a lovely dinner (that neither of us had to cook!).  We even got to bring home some leftovers.  All in all, it was a great end to a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all of you had an equally blessed day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christ the Lord is risen today, alleluia!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-93240572654770057?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/93240572654770057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=93240572654770057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/93240572654770057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/93240572654770057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-and-foremost.html' title='First and foremost. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-3320745168500146950</id><published>2008-03-21T13:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:00:59.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pomp and Circumstance. . .</title><content type='html'>I am pleased to announce that, after much hard work and effort, the reading level of this humble blog has progressed from "High School" level to "Post Grad" level.  (see the icon, bottom right-hand side of the blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now successfully channeling William F Buckley, Jr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I also have serious doubts about the methodology of this tool)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-3320745168500146950?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/3320745168500146950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=3320745168500146950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3320745168500146950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3320745168500146950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/pomp-and-circumstance.html' title='Pomp and Circumstance. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-2407899793280225688</id><published>2008-03-21T11:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:53:28.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As usual, Dave Barry has the answers. . .</title><content type='html'>this time, to Florida's Primary voting issues. The man is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to vote for Clinton (or Obama, or none-of-the-above), &lt;a href="http://www.miamiherald.com/dave_barry/story/465103.html"&gt;TEXT&lt;/a&gt; your vote to. . . "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-2407899793280225688?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/2407899793280225688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=2407899793280225688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2407899793280225688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2407899793280225688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/as-usual-dave-barry-has-answers.html' title='As usual, Dave Barry has the answers. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-4948939941060499183</id><published>2008-03-20T21:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:12:21.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival of Cool Homeschoolers</title><content type='html'>I'm not exactly sure what the CoCH is, but I know it's new. &lt;a href="http://homeschooledtwins.blogspot.com/2008/03/carnival-of-cool-homeschoolers_18.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a link to its inaugural edition, couresy of &lt;a href="http://homeschooledtwins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shez&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make the original CoH the Carnival of &lt;em&gt;Hot&lt;/em&gt; Homeschoolers?  Of &lt;em&gt;Lame&lt;/em&gt; Homeschoolers?  Of &lt;em&gt;Nerdy&lt;/em&gt; Homeschoolers?  Regardless, it's a great way to see links to others in our same boat and how they're navigating these waters.  (how's that for actually NOT mixing a metaphor?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shez saw my last entry in the Carnival of (sublime) Homeschoolers and linked to it for this new initiative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-4948939941060499183?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/4948939941060499183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=4948939941060499183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/4948939941060499183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/4948939941060499183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/carnival-of-cool-homeschoolers.html' title='Carnival of Cool Homeschoolers'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-6265644243505930910</id><published>2008-03-20T15:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:24:06.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Rosetta Stone Contest</title><content type='html'>We have not used Rosetta Stone here on the mountainside, but I've heard really good things about their products. Here is info on a context for a free (FREE) program. Hat tip to &lt;a href="http://homeschoolblogger.com/arbysarchives"&gt;Arby&lt;/a&gt; for the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rosetta Stone has been the #1 foreign language curriculum among homeschoolers for a while -- next week they are unleashing a brand new curriculum, and you can WIN the *all new* Rosetta Stone Homeschool Version 3… FOR FREE!&lt;br /&gt;This is a $219 program (and believe me it's worth every penny!) and the winner gets to pick from any of these 14 languages: Spanish (Spain or Latin America), English (American or British), Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, French, German, Italian, Portuguese, Irish, Hebrew, or Russian.&lt;br /&gt;This will also include a headset with microphone, and students will participate in lifelike conversations and actually produce language to advance through the program. Rosetta Stone still incorporates listening, reading and writing as well, in addition to speaking. Many homeschoolers requested grammar and vocabulary exercises, and with Rosetta Stone Homeschool Version 3, they're included! For parents, the new Parent Administrative Tools are integrated into the program and allow parents to easily enroll students in any of 12 predetermined lesson plans, monitor student progress, and view and print reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To win this most excellent program -- in the language of your choice -- copy these (blue) paragraphs and post it in (or as) your next blog post -- then to enter the contest, go to the original contest page &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/JenIG/501132/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/JenIG/501132/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/JenIG/501132/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; and leave a comment with the link showing where you blogged about it. And please make sure the link works to get back to the original contest page when you post it. And good luck! The winner will be picked randomly on March 26, and will be notified thru the link they left to their blog pg. And if you have more than one blog, you can post them and enter those separately for more chances to win. Yay for free stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-6265644243505930910?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/6265644243505930910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=6265644243505930910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6265644243505930910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6265644243505930910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/free-rosetta-stone-contest.html' title='Free Rosetta Stone Contest'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-3185820677239794851</id><published>2008-03-18T14:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:01:42.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>115th Carnival of Homeschooling . . .</title><content type='html'>is up and running in an homage to Dr. Seuess. &lt;a href="http://www.janice-campbell.com/2008/03/18/115th-carnival-of-homeschooling-oh-the-things-that-youll-do/"&gt;"Oh, the things that you'll do!"&lt;/a&gt;   Janice Campbell did a wonderful job tying together the multitude of submissions into  a Seussian adventure.  I actually managed to get a submission in this week as well (2nd week in a row!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-3185820677239794851?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/3185820677239794851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=3185820677239794851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3185820677239794851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3185820677239794851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/115th-carnival-of-homeschooling.html' title='115th Carnival of Homeschooling . . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-1122079096733693124</id><published>2008-03-17T22:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:54:17.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day. . .</title><content type='html'>can be found &lt;a href="http://takeyourvitaminz.blogspot.com/2008/03/worship-and-fellowship.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hat tip to Take Your Vitamin Z via &lt;a href="http://palmtreepundit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Palmtree Pundit&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div 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.'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-178056899399389858</id><published>2008-03-17T22:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:31:55.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It wouldn't be St. Patrick's Day. . .</title><content type='html'>without the Muppets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OCbuRA_D3KU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-178056899399389858?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/178056899399389858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=178056899399389858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/178056899399389858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/178056899399389858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-wouldnt-be-st-patricks-day.html' title='It wouldn&apos;t be St. Patrick&apos;s Day. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-7817799535723689987</id><published>2008-03-14T19:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:19:56.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Belle's Dinner</title><content type='html'>Belle, our 8-year old, is showing a lot of interest in cooking.  Tonight, she was in charge of dinner.  She picked the menu, pulled the ingredients from the pantry, and (with some help from Mom), cooked.  She also got to pick the blessing (a perk!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Penne Pasta in a Bechamel Sauce with Shrimp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asparagus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diced Peaches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;She had help or supervision with all stove-related tasks (obviously), but she was definitely the chef.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a little biased, but I think that's a pretty awesome meal for an 8-year old.  At that age, I would have picked Chef Boyardee Spaghettios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-7817799535723689987?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/7817799535723689987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=7817799535723689987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/7817799535723689987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/7817799535723689987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/belles-dinner.html' title='Belle&apos;s Dinner'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-9056099329599589744</id><published>2008-03-11T22:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:05:39.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making time for culture. . .</title><content type='html'>I've noted in this space several times the importance that "the arts" has in our lives, and therefore in our approach to homeschooling.  Belle started piano this year and also sings in our local childrens chorale.  We go out of our way to take all three to concerts, plays, puppet shows, etc.  Some of these are intended for young audiences, but often we take them to programs primarily intended for adults (not to be confused with the "adult programming" on your hotel-room TV). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The response we get when we arrive at the "grown-up" programs varies.  Walk into Atlanta's Symphony Hall on a Friday evening with three kids under 10 in tow and you too will garner some attention.  Some patrons prefer to look the other way and pretend they didn't see you.  Other's go out of their way to congratulate you on introducing your offspring to the wonders of the arts at such a young age.  That latter comment is much more likely to be heard during intermission if the three young-un's in question remain on their best behavior throughout the first half.  Then you just hope they can make it through the second with similar results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few observations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;symphony orchestra concerts are far more interesting to a 4-year old than a choral concert by his cousin's college choir.  Choirs just stand there and sing.  No cool instruments; no loud timpani or cymbals.  No harps or stringed basses.  Fortunately, the concert in question was at a church with a nursery; Tink and The Boy were much happier there for the second half!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plays typically work out well.  It's dark (always good for hiding wiggles and such) and there is usually LOT'S to watch on stage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ditto for puppet shows. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight we went to a wonderful concert that was local!  (new readers should know that we live at least 30 minutes from anywhere anyone has heard of; longer if it's rush-hour).  To attend a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; concert at a small church in the mountains of North Georgia just 15 minutes from home was too good to pass up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First half:  an extremely talented, 16 year old cellist from Atlanta.  He played beautifully, with both accuracy and passion.  He will go far.  The kids did well.  It helps that a cello looks a lot like a stringed bass (the hit of the afore-mentioned ASO trip).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second half: a wonderful soprano soloist who also has a regular program interviewing artists on the Atlanta public radio station.  Her repertoire ranged from Handel and Mozart to Chinese folk-songs to French cabaret tunes to spirituals.  Amazing!  Unfortunately, it was late and the kids were largely unimpressed.  Plus, the sanctuary was small and well-lit.  Nowhere to run to; nowhere to hide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We live, we learn, we go on to mercilessly expose our children to "culture" again another day (perhaps in another way).  Meanwhile, the adults in the family will definitely return.  Did I mention that it was local?  And it was free?  Both, in the same night!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-9056099329599589744?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/9056099329599589744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=9056099329599589744' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/9056099329599589744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/9056099329599589744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/making-time-for-culture.html' title='Making time for culture. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-7690797504000385319</id><published>2008-03-11T10:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:37:06.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival of Homeschooling is up. . .</title><content type='html'>This weeks CoH is up over &lt;a href="http://www.homesteadblogger.com/athomewithkris/90776/"&gt;At Home with Kris&lt;/a&gt;. My entry on the 1900 predictions is included. I haven't had a chance to look at the other entries, but they include some good info, so stop in and browse around when you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-7690797504000385319?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/7690797504000385319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=7690797504000385319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/7690797504000385319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/7690797504000385319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/carnival-of-homeschooling-is-up.html' title='Carnival of Homeschooling is up. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-4960508920405691686</id><published>2008-03-10T10:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T11:33:23.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Predictions from 1900</title><content type='html'>I was rummaging about on the internet this weekend (admit it, so were you) when I found &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGYULzoQCgA/RiR7L_dyCLI/AAAAAAAAAdU/2COTRQtZAk8/s1600-h/Ladies+Home+Journal+Dec+1900+paleofuture+paleo-future.jpg"&gt;this interesting article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine it's 1900 and you're writing an article for the Ladies Home Journal. (interesting tangent: note that the article is written by a man. I wonder how many ladies were writing for LHJ in 1900, and how many men are writing for LHJ today?). Anyway, back to the article. Your subject is "what may happen in the next hundred years?" After surveying prophesies and predictions from a multitude of "experts", you settle on the critical few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fascinating to see how some were so accurate ("wireless telephone and telegraph circuits will span the world. . .We will be able to telephone to China quite as readily as we now talk from New York to Brooklyn") and how some were so far off ("there will be no C, X or Q in our everyday alphabet. . .English will be more extensively spoken then any other; Russian will be second"). Hmm, so one out of three on that last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting that everything is bigger. "Stawberries as large as apples." "Peas as large as beets." "Roses as large as cabbage heads." I guess that, even in 1900, progress was defined as "bigger is better".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sections start out with an accurate premise, but miss on how we actually get there. "Ready-cooked meals will be bought from establishments similar of our bakeries of today." As a society, we eat out A LOT. And in some communities, "gourmet to go" is the primary provider of the family dinner. However, check out the predicted execution of such a future state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of particular interest is the paragraph titled "How Children will be Taught". It is striking how the focus is on free access to everyone (K thru University) while "medical inspectors" will be visiting the public schools to provide "poor children" with glasses, dental care, and free medical attention of every kind". Free transportation, free lunch, even free vacations for poor children. It's fascinating that, even in 1900, "experts" were predicting the dramatic rise of the role of government in education and in the general welfare of all children.  After all, this is being written prior to the rise of communism and socialism in Europe, before either WW1 or WW2, and before the Great Depression.  Many of the events that triggered the New Deal, the Great Society, and all of the other well-intentioned government programs that drove the increasing role of government in all aspects of life had yet to occur.  Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, we still have presidential candidates who would see us take it even further today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that last part about etiquette and housekeeping is pretty hysterical.  So close, and yet so far - all in the same paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite section?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hat tip to Jonah Goldberg's "Odd Links Gal" over at &lt;a href="http://corner.nationalreview.com/"&gt;The Corner&lt;/a&gt; for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-4960508920405691686?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/4960508920405691686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=4960508920405691686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/4960508920405691686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/4960508920405691686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/predictions-from-1900.html' title='Predictions from 1900'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-5127690258138015677</id><published>2008-03-08T22:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T22:29:02.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surging toward 1,000</title><content type='html'>This is a rather humble milestone to reach, given that I started counting "hits" in October, but I'm just about to 1,000 on my "hit-o-meter" at the bottom of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intrepid blogger who is the 1,000th visitor will receive 1) my eternal appreciation and esteem, and 2) nothing else.  Sorry, we're on a budget here.  Still, if you end up being that person, leave a comment and let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-5127690258138015677?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/5127690258138015677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=5127690258138015677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5127690258138015677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5127690258138015677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/surging-toward-1000.html' title='Surging toward 1,000'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-1974948775819664831</id><published>2008-03-05T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:33:19.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring in the South</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R89JwfTXaaI/AAAAAAAAACg/Saz5Vtucjis/s1600-h/IMG_3658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174435594257263010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R89JwfTXaaI/AAAAAAAAACg/Saz5Vtucjis/s400/IMG_3658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Springtime in the South. Rather than a gradual increase in daily temperatures over a period of time, we get wild swings in temperatures in just a few days. Last Tuesday it snowed, Monday it was 72 degrees and sunny, this Saturday we're supposed to get snow flurries again with a high of 34. This morning it was sunny and beautiful when my wife too The Boy to Mothers Morning Out. Make that sunny, beautiful and COLD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a belated shot from our surprise snowfall OK, it was half an inch. Give me a break; we live in Georgia! It was still pretty. The daffodils were quite surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-1974948775819664831?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/1974948775819664831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=1974948775819664831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1974948775819664831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1974948775819664831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-in-south.html' title='Spring in the South'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R89JwfTXaaI/AAAAAAAAACg/Saz5Vtucjis/s72-c/IMG_3658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-1542266661740738881</id><published>2008-03-04T23:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:17:00.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun clip to start your day. . .</title><content type='html'>OK, YouTube could be addicting. The question is no longer "what can you find on YouTube", it's "what can you NOT find on YouTube".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, in my first attempt at linking to a YouTube clip, is a really funny video of a comedian who grew up playing the cello. (Hmm, I wonder how many of those there are out there, really?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved the cello, and he loved the repertroire available to him with one exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pachelbel's Canon in D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdxkVQy7QLM" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-1542266661740738881?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/1542266661740738881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=1542266661740738881' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1542266661740738881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1542266661740738881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/fun-clip-to-start-your-day.html' title='A fun clip to start your day. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-5435287710742780749</id><published>2008-03-02T13:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:15:32.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Desk, part 2</title><content type='html'>To follow up on a few comments from that last post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) no, my desk is NOT usually this neat. I did some severe tidying-up before taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When Arby posted his desk photo's, he had my blog up on his monitor. I left a comment wondering what it would look like if I took a picture of my monitor showing his blog with his monitor showing my blog. Like a reflection of a mirror in a mirror ad infinitum. Well, here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R8r7hlL6J_I/AAAAAAAAACI/Kw-kfxmDcis/s1600-h/IMG_3679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173223676324751346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R8r7hlL6J_I/AAAAAAAAACI/Kw-kfxmDcis/s400/IMG_3679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I also failed to mention one of my other regular office-mates. Here she is, napping on top of the wireless router. Her name is Sassy Belle, and she belongs to Belle (our eldest). One of her other favorite spots is right next to the phone, especially when I'm on a conference call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R8r74lL6KAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RK5sdg9QWm4/s1600-h/IMG_3675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173224071461742594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R8r74lL6KAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RK5sdg9QWm4/s400/IMG_3675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Since it was dark outside when I took the previous pictures, you couldn't see the view. Here it is from just outside the office door. In the foreground is our big project from last Spring - the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R8r8PlL6KBI/AAAAAAAAACY/GdqqYRS_Sw4/s1600-h/IMG_3681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173224466598733842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R8r8PlL6KBI/AAAAAAAAACY/GdqqYRS_Sw4/s400/IMG_3681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still owe Tim a response to his "Sordid" meme.  That will be coming soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Noisily being quiet,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-5435287710742780749?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/5435287710742780749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=5435287710742780749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5435287710742780749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5435287710742780749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-desk-part-2.html' title='My Desk, part 2'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R8r7hlL6J_I/AAAAAAAAACI/Kw-kfxmDcis/s72-c/IMG_3679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-6474292154508679233</id><published>2008-02-28T19:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:49:39.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme the First - My Desk</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With sincere thanks to &lt;a href="http://apollosacademy.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-on-your-desk.html"&gt;The Tutor&lt;/a&gt; over at Apollos Academy, I've both gotten back to blogging AND tidied up my desk. What, you thought I was going to put pictures of my daily workspace up for the whole world to see without at least clearing off the top few layers? Sorry to disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are the rules as provided by the Tutor. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's on your desk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell a lot about a person by the state of their desk and what they keep on it. So, share what's on your desk. You can take pictures, take an inventory, or do both. Don't have a desk? That's okay, just give us a glimpse into the space where you pay bills, write letters, grade papers, study, or work on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've finished your photos or inventory, post it on your blog and tag five more people to do the same. Don't forget to share the rules with those you tag and ask them to share their posts with you when they are done. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R8dcq90IGcI/AAAAAAAAABw/1Au7UwZY1kk/s1600-h/IMG_3670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172204590275762626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R8dcq90IGcI/AAAAAAAAABw/1Au7UwZY1kk/s400/IMG_3670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a short description of my office. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a planned community that is about half full-time residents and half part-time residents. We bought our home from the latter; a retired doctor and his wife who spent their Winters in Florida and their Summers here in the North Georgia mountains. He had already turned one of the rooms on the lower level into a home office, so - presto - my office was ready made. You'll note that "desk" is actually a built-in cabinet with a work area extended out to the front about 6 inches. Eventually I want to ript this out, put a sofa under the window, and put a "real" desk in the opposite corner (but still looking toward the windows). I took this picture at night, but in the daytime you can see a really nice view of the mountains. It's a pretty nice place to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R8dde90IGdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PJTJ2Ob0yYA/s1600-h/IMG_3671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172205483628960210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R8dde90IGdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PJTJ2Ob0yYA/s400/IMG_3671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a close-up of my actual work-space. You can see the typical office requirements (going clockwise from the bottom):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lap-top with wireless mouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blackberry charging up for a big day tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stacking trays filled with VITAL documents (such as bills, random letters I'm not sure what to do with, and my niece's email address that I need to put in Outlook)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a thumb drive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a golf tool for repairing divots on a green (to remind me that there ARE 27 holes outside that window just waiting for me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a coffee mug filled with coins (coffee mugs filled with actual coffee are ever present in the morning hours)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a ceramic planter filled with pens, markers, crayons, letter openers, and heaven knows what's in the bottom)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stacks of business cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tape dispenser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stapler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;telephone complete with speaker phone and mute button (critical for a home office!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tissues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the ever-present notepad for "to-do" lists and notes to myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R8dfuN0IGeI/AAAAAAAAACA/xhdBtibekT8/s1600-h/IMG_3673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172207944645220834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R8dfuN0IGeI/AAAAAAAAACA/xhdBtibekT8/s400/IMG_3673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you turn around to the left, you see the best part of the whole office - &lt;strong&gt;bookshelves!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you could get closer, you would see everything from &lt;em&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/em&gt; to a complete set of Harry Potter to random Tom Clancy. From a rather comprehensive collection of books about Ronald Reagan and a complete set of Winston Churchill's &lt;em&gt;The Second World War&lt;/em&gt; to random paperback thrillers bought in airport bookstores to fill time on long flights. Ah, books!  (Note the original artwork by Prince Charming on the wall)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't have pictures, but if you continue turning to the wall opposite the desk you'll find a door (to the hallway) and a sofa. On around the fourth wall is a small filing cabinet with an old globe on top and a huge dog bed (for an equally huge dog). He's snoring even as I type. That brings us back around to a door that goes out onto the deck and my desk. Oh, during the more temperate months, the office is totally capable of expanding out onto the deck just beyond the door and windows. Between the chaise lounge and the hammock, conference calls can be had in any variety of positions and locations. Just remember to mute out the birds when they get noisy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There. I can't imagine that anyone will find that interesting, but that's my world (at least during a large part of the day when I'm not traveling. Now, let's find out about the desks (home office or just a counter in the kitchen, it doesn't matter) from some of the following:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://tdpower.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tim&lt;/a&gt; over at Sometimes I'm Actually Coherent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://themangotimes.com/"&gt;Fletch&lt;/a&gt; over at The Mango Times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://homeschoolblogger.com/arbysarchives"&gt;Arby&lt;/a&gt; of Arby's Archives, and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://homeschoolblogger.com/kellieann"&gt;Kellieann&lt;/a&gt; at the Hilltop Academy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, team, show us those desks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-6474292154508679233?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/6474292154508679233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=6474292154508679233' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6474292154508679233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6474292154508679233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/02/meme-first-my-desk.html' title='Meme the First - My Desk'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R8dcq90IGcI/AAAAAAAAABw/1Au7UwZY1kk/s72-c/IMG_3670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-9180981508481736498</id><published>2008-02-27T10:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:33:47.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Due to the dearth of recent blogging on my part. . .</title><content type='html'>Gosh, there really are people out there who check this blog periodically (besides my wife, that is) and have noticed the lack of activity here over the last few weeks / months. I'm touched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I've been tagged by two of them (which may comprise 100% of the readership) in a specific effort to get me back in the swing of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, &lt;a href="http://apollosacademy.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-on-your-desk.html"&gt;The Tutor&lt;/a&gt; wants me to actually show a picture of my desk and describe in detail what's on it. Then, &lt;a href="http://tdpower.blogspot.com/2008/02/me-sordid.html"&gt;Sometimes Coherent Tim&lt;/a&gt; wants me to share 5 sordid facts about myself. Hmm, there may be a slight intersection between those two, so this shouldn't be too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, later today (afterall, there's actual &lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt; to be done first - the kind I get paid for) I'll respond to both meme's. Plus, pictures of todays surprise snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noisily being quiet. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tdpower.blogspot.com/2008/02/me-sordid.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-9180981508481736498?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/9180981508481736498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=9180981508481736498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/9180981508481736498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/9180981508481736498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/02/due-to-dearth-of-recent-blogging-on-my.html' title='Due to the dearth of recent blogging on my part. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-3578647910009288160</id><published>2008-02-08T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T14:52:54.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh until you cry. . .</title><content type='html'>OK, I know none of you will admit to having heard, much less remembering the words to, &lt;strong&gt;Baby Got Back&lt;/strong&gt; by Sir Mix-a-lot. But the key phrases will stick in your mind worse than a silly song by Larry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe &lt;a href="http://whitetrashmama.blogspot.com/2008/01/baby-got-book.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; will help cleanse your minds. I laughed, I cried, I blogged. (Oh, and the bloggress to whom I'm linking sounds promising. I'm going to bookmark her and check in regularly.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-3578647910009288160?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/3578647910009288160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=3578647910009288160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3578647910009288160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3578647910009288160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/02/laugh-until-you-cry.html' title='Laugh until you cry. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-1603941338049774129</id><published>2008-02-05T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:45:36.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Proud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MIN-HEIGHT: 250px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 250px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(216,233,237); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: rgb(129,172,201); HEIGHT: 4px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" height="4" hspace="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right" height="4" hspace="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0pt; PADDING-LEFT: 0pt; BACKGROUND: rgb(129,172,201); PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); PADDING-TOP: 3pxfont-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which of the Seven Deadly Sins Are You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(216,233,237); TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/feanne/1040132566_artavarice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avarice -- Greedy greedy greedy. You're never content with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/feanne/quizzes/Which+of+the+Seven+Deadly+Sins+Are+You%3F" target="quizilla"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com" target="quizilla"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register" target="quizilla"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php" target="quizilla"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/feanne/quizzes/" target="quizilla"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=19884" target="quizilla"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I'm perusing some of my favored blogs and find out that Tim is Sloth personified.  So where do I fall within the 7 deadly sins?  Gimme gimme gimme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Note, even the author of this quiz notes that this is for fun only and admits that this is their first quiz.  Still, it's probably as accurate (or more so) than the professional polls being done in the Presidential Primaries today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me know how you fare in this amazingly uplifting quiz.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-1603941338049774129?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/1603941338049774129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=1603941338049774129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1603941338049774129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1603941338049774129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-so-proud.html' title='I&apos;m So Proud!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-58676040487621970</id><published>2008-01-30T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T00:24:01.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So what are you reading?</title><content type='html'>So there I was, minding my own business, sitting in my hotel room at a corporate training event (5 days away from home, thank you very much!) when suddenly the one and only, highly esteemed &lt;a href="http://apollosacademy.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Tutor&lt;/a&gt; tagged me with a meme. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Open the book to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the next three sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag five people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. So I'm on a business trip, spending the week at our corporate training facility (a whole other post in itself) when I get this post. Wow!!! I've been tagged! I feel so cool! (Yes, it's a first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to the task at hand. I have two books (one atop the other) that I brought with me. I'd almost finished &lt;strong&gt;The President, The Pope and The Prime Minister&lt;/strong&gt; when I left home, so in addition to it I brought &lt;strong&gt;The Great Republic&lt;/strong&gt; by Sir Winston Churchill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book One (from O'Sullivan's P, P and PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Five years later, largely owing to the follies of the Carter administration when it sought the overthrow of the corrupt Nicaraguan dictator Anastasio Somaza - with no idea of who ight replace him - the investment paid off. The Sandinist guerrilla forces found a vacuum in Managua and seized power on July 17, 1979. Given its partial responsibility for this upset, the Carter administration was anxious to deceive itselv about the new rulers;Warren Christopher, then deputy secretary of state, told Congress that the Sandinistas were 'generally moderate and pluralistic.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Two (Sir WC's TGR, which I haven't even started yet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Declaration wasw in the main a restatement of the principles which had animated the Whig struggle against the later Stuarts and the English Revolution of 1688, and it now became the symbol and rallying centre of the Patriot cause. Its immediate result was to increase the nubmer of Loyalists, frightened by this spendid defiance. But the purpose of the colonies was proclaimed. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well OK then! Don't I appear well read? Catch me next week and I may well be reading the latest from Vince Flynn or a rerun from Tom Clancy. Just please don't think less of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tdpower.blogspot.com/"&gt;Timothy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homeschoolblogger.com/arbysarchives"&gt;Arby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://themangotimes.com/"&gt;Fletch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edgren.com/wordpress/"&gt;Tim and Kathy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blakeney-academy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, gents and ladies.  Fill us in on the latest from your library!  (and PLEASE, let someone be reading some brain candy to make us feel better!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-58676040487621970?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/58676040487621970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=58676040487621970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/58676040487621970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/58676040487621970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-what-are-you-reading.html' title='So what are you reading?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-3601211239006126091</id><published>2008-01-13T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:23:37.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Heavens!</title><content type='html'>OK.  I'm a miserable blogger.  By that I mean "very poor at blogging", not "a blogger who leads a miserable life".  In fact, my life is quite spiffy, thank you very much.  Everytime I think I have something to complain about, I just look around a bit.  And then shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, instead I'm talking about the quality / quantity / consistency of my blogging.  I've just not been keeping to it.  I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we're just past the holidays, and I've been trying to get back in the "work" swing of things first.  (Trust me: five consecutive days of work, including two on the road, was NOT easy.  I can't remember the last time I did that!)  But, I could at least drop in and say hello now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite late and I don't have the stamina to think/ write / edit / post at length on any number of the subjects I have percolating right now, but a short index of coming posts (I promise!) would include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;an analysis of &lt;strong&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia,&lt;/strong&gt; as I've just finished the entire set (again) and have many thoughts,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a belated post on "how do you do Santa" with a review of how we've handled the concept, historical figure, and consumeristic legend for the past few years.  (Granted, we've probably all had about as much about Santa as we can handle until next Advent / Thanksgiving / Halloween / Labor Day / how soon will they start the "holiday's" next year),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a review of life in a "work at home / school at home" family after almost 2 years and what we've learned and what we'd like to change,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;etc etc etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, that's at least three major posts (some perhaps with multiple chapters).  I should be good through the first quarter - you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Signing off,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps:  I've been roaming about the blogosphere and found one of the "best homeschool dad" nominated blogs (&lt;a href="http://www.themangotimes.com/"&gt;www.themangotimes.com&lt;/a&gt;).  He cleverly closes his posts with&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"quietly making noise,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fletch"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's my question:  is there some clever "close" that I can use that is relevant to my world?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmmm?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the meantime. . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-3601211239006126091?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/3601211239006126091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=3601211239006126091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3601211239006126091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3601211239006126091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-heavens.html' title='Good Heavens!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-6085317120363305088</id><published>2008-01-01T21:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:28:18.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FPOY*</title><content type='html'>* "first post of the year"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!  My blogging has been absurdly light (and pathetically uninspired) throughout the holiday season.  I'll just claim "I was spending time with my family!" as an acceptable excuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 3 or 4 regular readers out there, know that you won't have much new to read this week either.  After almost a month at home, I'm off tomorrow morning for the first trip of the year.  Look out, Las Vegas, here I come!  And, yes, it's business.  After 8 years of annual kick-off meetings at our corporate training facility in northeastern snowy climes, we're actually being treated to a trip somewhere interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been to Vegas and I'm not a gambler.  (OK, except for our down-and-dirty card games played at family reunions where we play "the nickel game").  Regardless, this should be an interesting trip.  I won't have much free time to sight-see, but I'll try to find something culturally redeeming to experience and blog about later.  (feel free to not hold your breath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Happy New Year to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-6085317120363305088?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/6085317120363305088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=6085317120363305088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6085317120363305088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/6085317120363305088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2008/01/fpoy.html' title='FPOY*'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-2984209771441217918</id><published>2007-12-18T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:20:07.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another interesting movie coming up. . .</title><content type='html'>I hope &lt;a href="http://www.expelledthemovie.com/playground.php"&gt;this movie&lt;/a&gt; actually gets distributed and into theaters. I'm sure there are many who will try to keep that from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hat tip to Sabastian over at the &lt;a href="http://blakeney-academy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Percival Blakeney Academy&lt;/a&gt; (who would certainly get my nomination for "best blog name").&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-2984209771441217918?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/2984209771441217918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=2984209771441217918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2984209771441217918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/2984209771441217918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-interesting-movie-coming-up.html' title='Another interesting movie coming up. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-1734324409577470515</id><published>2007-12-07T09:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:37:36.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning now for May 16th. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R1lam27oFNI/AAAAAAAAABo/VYkoVmVL1g8/s1600-h/Aslan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141240073247266002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R1lam27oFNI/AAAAAAAAABo/VYkoVmVL1g8/s400/Aslan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all of the controversy around "The Golden Compass" of late, I was wondering if Walden Media was going to continue with the Narnia series. Then, this morning, I found &lt;a href="http://www.narniaweb.com/news.asp?id=1355&amp;amp;dl=14478175"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks awesome! (coincidentally, I just started re-reading Prince Caspian last night.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're just ready to start a new family chapter book. I think it's time to start them on the Chronicles of Narnia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-1734324409577470515?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/1734324409577470515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=1734324409577470515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1734324409577470515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/1734324409577470515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2007/12/planning-now-for-may-16th.html' title='Planning now for May 16th. . .'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/R1lam27oFNI/AAAAAAAAABo/VYkoVmVL1g8/s72-c/Aslan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-3904724854074377947</id><published>2007-12-03T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:37:15.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>Now that Thanksgiving is past; now that we've lit the first Advent candle; now that we've lined the front hall with boxes of decorations; I feel like I can finally say "Merry Christmas!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I haven't posted since before Thanksgiving.  I have several "not just rambling about my day" posts brewing, but haven't had / taken the time to get them written.  I'm not traveling this week, so maybe I'll get at least one done and submitted to next weeks Carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of travel, I made a day trip to New York City last Friday.  I'd never want to live there, but I love visiting.  The flight up was awesome.  First class upgrade, window seat.  I had an amazing view of Manhattan as we came in.  I grabbed a cab into the city like a veteran and made it to my destination.  Visited with colleagues and clients at the IT conference I was attending, spoke that afternoon (the purpose for the trip), and then headed back to LaGuardia.  I couldn't find a cab that took AMEX (I hate it when I leave on a trip with no cash; why do I do it so often?), so I called a car service and found a Starbucks to wait in.  20 minutes later I was in the back of a Lincoln Town Car riding up Central Park West looking at the sights.  Note:  if you ever find yourself in this situation, make sure to call you Mom and tell her where you are.  They love to have a good "son makes good" story for their friends.  Back to the airport; made an early flight home; got home in time for the last half of "Numbers" (one of the few network shows we watch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I was cleaning the litter box and taking out the trash.  It was good to get back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-3904724854074377947?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/3904724854074377947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=3904724854074377947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3904724854074377947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/3904724854074377947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-5985883768755081767</id><published>2007-12-03T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:26:03.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Worthwhile "Use of Time"</title><content type='html'>Between Jonah Goldberg (National Review's "The Corner") and Dave Barry's blog, I have saved up a tremendous library of &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;timewasters&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; productivity enhancers in my favorites file. These come in extraordinarily handy during long boring conference calls. I'll make a point to post some of my favorites over the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one, however, not only tests the intellect, it's also for a good cause. Sponsored by poverty.com, &lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/index.php"&gt;free rice&lt;/a&gt; rates your vocabulary level AND donates rice to poverty-stricken nations for every word you get correct. My wife is addicted. I, on the other hand, could quit anytime! That's why I can proudly say I made it to 45 on the rating scale today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun. Oh, and please share your favorite &lt;strike&gt;timewa&lt;/strike&gt; productivity enhancers back. I'm always looking for a new way to pass the time between slides 54 and 78 in the online presentation. . . zzzzzz. . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-5985883768755081767?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/5985883768755081767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=5985883768755081767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5985883768755081767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/5985883768755081767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2007/12/worthwhile-use-of-time.html' title='A Worthwhile &quot;Use of Time&quot;'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055215967078645670.post-4133056271864177916</id><published>2007-11-20T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T14:34:19.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steyn on Thanksgiving and Coffee</title><content type='html'>Mark Steyn is a fantastic columnist who hails from Canada. I first discovered him while working on a lengthy project in Calgary. Since then, I've followed him online, primarily via National Review Online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His most recent article is on our &lt;a href="http://article.nationalreview.com/?q=OGQwZTI2NDE0OTg4YWQ5NzZjOWRjNjg5NThjOGEyM2Q="&gt;American Thanksgiving&lt;/a&gt;.  The whole article is thoughtful and certainly worth reading. I bring it to your attention, however, primarily because of its hilarious second paragraph. Being a coffee lover (a grande-white-chocolate-mocha lover, at that), I laughed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, Americans have a lot to be thankful for. Europeans think of this country as “the New World” in part because it has an eternal newness which is noisy and distracting. Who would ever have thought you could have ready-to-eat pizza faxed directly to your iPod? And just when you think you’re on top of the&lt;br /&gt;general trend of novelty, it veers off in an entirely different direction: Continentals who grew up on Hollywood movies where the guy tells the waitress “Gimme a cuppa joe” and slides over a nickel return to New York a year or two later and find the coffee now costs $5.75, takes 25 minutes and requires an agonizing choice between the cinnamon-gingerbread-persimmon latte with coxcomb sprinkles and the decaf venti pepperoni-Eurasian-milfoil macchiato. Who would have foreseen that the nation that inflicted fast food and drive-thru restaurants on the planet would then take the fastest menu item of all and turn it into a kabuki-paced performance art? What mad genius! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Genius indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055215967078645670-4133056271864177916?l=mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/feeds/4133056271864177916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055215967078645670&amp;postID=4133056271864177916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/4133056271864177916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055215967078645670/posts/default/4133056271864177916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainhomeschool.blogspot.com/2007/11/steyn-on-thanksgiving-and-coffee.html' title='Steyn on Thanksgiving and Coffee'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689696553344622991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCb_D5YcMRw/TUOh_sPjuJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z4yZ8WXD4sY/s220/IMG_9878.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
