Thoughts, Adventures, & Daily Life of a Home-Schooled High-Schooler

While we were at the cabin this weekend, I found a magazine with this very interesting article. Enjoy! Food for Thought You will probably never look at a cup of coffee the same way after you read this:        A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved when a new one arose.       Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water. In the first, she places carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the third she placed coffee beans. She let them sit and boil without saying a word.        In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She took the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and poured it in a cup. Turning to her daughter she asked, "Tell me what you see?&quo

     The words "Thoughts, Adventures, & Daily Life of a Home-Schooled High-Schooler" are what greeted you when you opened my blog. I realized that I blog more about my thoughts and adventures than daily life , and I decided that I should try to include a little bit more of the everyday hum-drum.      So, I intended to blog Wednesday. . . .and then Thursday. .  . and today it finally happened.  I didn't feel like eating cereal, so I made eggs and toast.      And then after that, I wrote a letter. Don't you wish you knew who was getting a letter from me?       After lunch, I pulled weeds from a flower bed. But I didn't take a picture, because who wants to see a bucket full of weeds?       As I went about the rest of the non-blog-worthy-day, I didn't take anymore pictures, and the post never happened. The same thing happened on Thursday. * * * * * * *      Today, we are packing to leave for the cabin as soon as supper is over. Collec

 Eternity has two When the melody's been written, And the words have all been penned And you've heard the spirit calling, Through some old sacred hymn. In the valley of decision, Tell me friend what will you do? This life has many choices, Eternity has two. This world and all its pleasures, Will soon be passed away. The final invitation,  Could be going out today. You're standing at the crossroad, And the Savior's calling you. This life has many choices, Eternity has two. The straight and narrow way leads to life, The broad way down below. What would it profit, to gain the world, And lose your very soul? Tomorrow is uncertain, Our days on earth are few This life has many choices, Eternity has two. This life has many choices, Eternity has two.      We are NOT promised another year, month, or day; our next breath could be our last. The song poses a thought provoking statement. This life has many choices, Eternity has two.  * *

When I was writing the blog post about garage sales, mom walked through the office and saw me pecking away at the keyboard and asked "How come you never write about me? Don't I ever do anything blog-worthy?" Yes Mom, you do many things that could be blog-worthy. Its just usually not anything as embarrassing as dropping money while paying for purchases or giving someone 4 year-old versions of  compliments. Even though I wished you a "Happy Mother's Day" yesterday, here is another THANK YOU for everything you do for our family. Happy Mother's Day! Featuring Badlands vests!       

     If only the rain was the worst part. But of course it wasn't or else the blog post you are reading probably wouldn't exist.      A development not far from our house had yardsales yesterday. Everyone wanted to go, because going to yardsales is really fun; you have no idea what kind of treasures the "free boxes" might contain.      One lady had a full table of "free goodies" and several of my younger siblings took this as a cue to carry off whatever caught their fancy. With arms laden with a few minor purchases and many more items from the free table, several decided to go back to the van. I turned my attention back to the clothing that was laid out on the table before me.      Clang! Bang! Bumpity, bumpity, and "Oh no! Run faster, catch it!" were some of the next sounds that I heard. Inwardly I groaned as I saw a person from our family scurrying down the hill after a wayward free item, which happened to be a big, bright blue cup. T

       My last post talked a little bit about one of the different things that you might come in contact with when you work with people. Little did I know what would happen a week later. On the other hand, maybe it was good that I didn't know! **********************************************************************************       It seems that when the people in charge leave, the most bizarre things happen. One of Dad's cousins was getting married on Saturday, and they decided to go to the wedding. Sheri was also off, so Brian and I stayed home (we weren't invited anyway) to help Jamison run the shop.       The drama started about 10:30. Customer Abe* came in and wanted to shoot a bunch of bows. However, we only had one bow set-up at the poundage he was comfortable with. So, Jamison started setting up bows for him to try. As I was running register for another customer, Tom* walked in the door. He wandered around for a bit, and I decided to go to the office to finis

In our society, gender distinction can be a real problem. We have guys that dress like girls, and girls that dress like guys. When you work/interact with lots of people, this can be a challenge because there are a number of names that are not even gender specific.  Take note, gender distinction is not an issue in our  household.   Here is an example from several weeks ago. . . A few weeks ago, I instructed a child and its mother during an archery class. I said "a child and its mother", because I was not able to decide if Oscar* was a boy or a girl.        When I first heard the names of the people in the class, I thought "Oscar and his mother. Hmm, this could make for an interesting class! I think this will be the first time we have a child and parent go through the class at the same time."       Oscar came to class in a bulky blue jacket, sweatpants, and pink camo muck boots. The child was around 9 years old, had shoulder length hair, and a face full of fr