June 18th, 2009 Well, none of you have guessed it yet!
Since my own husband flooded the comments on the last post (not that they didn’t have me crackin’ me up!), let’s keep to the limit of 3 guesses per post! With each post I’ll be adding more hints. With more hints you can guess again. If no one gets it at that post I’ll keep giving clues.
I’ve about decided that I will make one of my dress-a-dolls or my pocket bag (I’ll get some pics for you soon) for the winner. And the winner is the first commenter that guesses correctly.
To review:
Hint 1: It’s Biblical.
Hint 2: It’s not one we discussed here, here, or even here now. Not even in the comments.
Hint 3: It’s an honorable name, so no to names like Satan or Lucifer or Ananias.
And for the new hints…
Hint 4: It’s found in the Old Testament.
Hint 5: I had never heard it before 2 days ago.
And now, go guess!
June 17th, 2009 We have a name!
Or at least we’re fairly certain that we have a name. This is Matt Parker and me that we’re talking about so we reserve the right to change our minds and infuriate everyone at any point. With that said…
We have a name!
No one knows this name except my husband, my children, and myself. Not even grandparents know yet (Hi! Granna, Grandaddy, Nana, & Papa!)
Here are the rules: If you correctly guess the name (and we’re only going for the first name here, not even getting into the middle name at all) I’ll give you something. Either something I made (because you know you’re all stumbling over each other for that, right?), something someone else made (any volunteers?), or something I buy. We’ll see. I’m sure y’all aren’t guessing the name any time real soon, so I’m sure that I have time to figure out what I’m gonna give you.
Leave me comments of what you think it might be. I have a few early birds guessing over at my facebook page, but I’ll make ‘em come over here if they want to win something.
Hint 1: It’s Biblical.
Hint 2: It’s not one that we discussed here or here, not even in the comments.
Hint 3: It’s an honorable name.
Get to guessin’!
June 17th, 2009 I have a crazy question – my boys (7 & 6) are really wanting to do a Star Wars Lapbook. (By the way, for those of you who have asked about how we do lapbooks – I have a post all ready for the presses over at The Heart of the Matter Online – I’ll let you know when it publishes) They’ve loved Star Wars since their daddy introduced them to it when the oldest was 3! We edit them with the fast forward button as we see fit and we’ve talked about every aspect of the good vs. bad. We’ve talked about character traits and how even the smallest decisions we make can lead us to Christ or away.
They draw every scene and hum the theme. They have sparring matches. It has entered every part of our school and I’m begging the homeschool/Star Wars geek community to step forward and help with links, templates, and ideas. I will pull it together and submit it here, if you don’t mind, when I hear from everybody.
I’ll probably update this and recycle this begging post so that maybe strangers out there who (like us) do searches for “Star Wars” and “Star Wars Activities” will leave me a comment and direct me to great kid-related places. We’ve already found a couple that we like, but I know there are more out there. And I’m going to try to alter some of the information into lapbook components.
To kick this off (and inspire you!) I’ll leave you with a picture my 7 year old drew (did not trace) from a “follow directions to draw” Star Wars post. So, please, please send me your links for great kids’ Star Wars sites and activities!
June 13th, 2009 Did I mention…
…how I got a sunburn while weeding the garden last week? You know where the hot girls get those tattoos on their lower backs? Yeah, just like your friendly neighborhood plumber, I couldn’t manage to pull my pants up or my shirt down and now have the coolest stripe of red right there.
…when I went to get certified at the WIC office for my pregnancy they put me on the lowfat milk/lowfat cheese diet. And asked me “how I felt about my weight before I got pregnant.”
…at my ultrasound appointment, when my husband asked if he could take pics for my “blog” the tech said, “Sure. A blog, huh? My sister has me reading some of those. Some people are really into those things.” Not me. I’m not one of those people.
…at that same appointment we posed for approximately 44 pictures in the waiting room
to get one good Mama with kids picture.
June 12th, 2009 Written a few weeks ago – update at the bottom:
This fish is somethin’ else.
Once upon a time, way less than a year ago, we got 4 fish. Who’s names were Penny, Fish, Oliver, and Pirates of the Caribbean Enemy. Then a few months ago I did some sort of toxic something to them and found 3 of them dead in the morning. We rescued this one and gave the others a toilet bowl funeral. I really didn’t expect this fish to make it. But it did.
And though I’m not really trying to kill it, it just lives on. Of it’s own will. I don’t change the tank nearly enough. I forget to feed it for days on end. What can I say? I’m not a good fish owner. But the other day, Survivor (as the kids have started calling him), made it through the biggest test yet.
When I get ready to clean out his aquarium I put him in a mason jar of clean water while I clean out and then let the water temperature adjust before transferring him back to his aquarium. In the jar is where he was this particular day.
BigMan had disappeared quietly long enough for me to notice (you know it’s gonna be good when you start with this). I found him sitting on the counter with a half empty bottle of glue and the mason jar clouded with a purple lump of playdough. While I was processing this information I realized the fish was swimming peacefully in the aquarium. When questioned, BigMan told us that he had put Survivor into his home. With.His.Hand.
Every time I write something about our animals and I get ready to put it in a category I get cracked up that I put “Animals” under the the “Ridiculous” category. Because they always are.
This was written a few weeks ago and I meant to get a picture of him in the mason jar to go along with the post. But then yesterday we awoke to find him… floating. Sideways. So, Survivor, is not… anymore. We had a funeral for him. And in keeping with his poor pitiful life with us, after the memorial service around the “bowl” – we flushed him. And he wouldn’t flush. Just swirled around and floated again. So, in my kids’ lowest moment with their fish, I exclaimed, “Hold on, I gotta get the camera.” Poor fish, no dignity. Even in death.
Gotta add, while telling my honey about the ordeal over dinner last night, my husband says, “Well, now Survivor’s in Fishville.” To which ThePrincess replied, “No, Daddy, he’s in Godville.”
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