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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 03:51:31 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>strawberry tower</category><category>Recipes</category><category>From Seeds to Harvest</category><category>Crafts</category><category>Gardening</category><category>homeschooling</category><category>chickens</category><category>Quiz</category><title>Blue Barn Bulletin</title><description /><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>383</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BlueBarnBulletin" /><feedburner:info uri="bluebarnbulletin" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-2017380938314427103</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 May 2013 00:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-23T20:06:42.032-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">homeschooling</category><title>She did it!</title><description>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Last Saturday was Julianne's&amp;nbsp;commencement ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;
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Julianne and her friend, Samantha, were the only graduates, which made for a small ceremony, but it was a very special day.&amp;nbsp; One of the big co-ops here offers a graduation ceremony to any homeschoolers who want to participate-but you don't get to choose your own color cap and gown.&amp;nbsp; I still find that strange, since homeschoolers by definition are independent thinkers.&amp;nbsp; So we had to do it ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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Allison played the piano for the ceremony, then sang with Julianne while Julianne played, in lieu of having to fit a piano recital into our too-hectic schedule this spring. &lt;/div&gt;
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Emily made Julianne toss her cap into the air when we were outside for pictures.&amp;nbsp; Some traditions just can't be broken, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;
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Julianne's cap, by the way, is a Dr. Seuss &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Elope-Dr-Seuss-Graduation-Cap/dp/B000CGYL7A/ref=sr_1_9?s=apparel&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1369352323&amp;amp;sr=1-9&amp;amp;keywords=Oh%2C+the+Places+You%27ll+Go" target="_blank"&gt;"Oh, the Places You'll Go"&lt;/a&gt; cap.&amp;nbsp; When I saw it on Amazon, I knew it was perfect for her.&amp;nbsp; She agreed. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-04hl8cv3k0E/UZ6jvu_NNMI/AAAAAAAAChk/1tpxkt6h-bE/s1600/DSCF3281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-04hl8cv3k0E/UZ6jvu_NNMI/AAAAAAAAChk/1tpxkt6h-bE/s320/DSCF3281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Some of our dear Five in a Row friends made the long drive to spend the day with us.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, a ninja snuck in and knocked Max out of the picture.&amp;nbsp; Looks like Molly is in imminent danger, too!&lt;br /&gt;
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We are so proud of you, Julianne.&amp;nbsp; You've worked diligently to reach this milestone and we look forward to seeing what you accomplish next.&lt;br /&gt;
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While the Mozzarella making was underway, the kids were also making a batch of Ricotta.&lt;br /&gt;
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They used citric acid in the milk, but they didn't need the rennet.&lt;/div&gt;
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Julianne stirred and stirred to keep the milk from sticking as it heated.&amp;nbsp; Max was the temperature-checker, which was a worse job because he had to hold his hand closer to the hot milk than she did as she stirred.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWIdd3ETcq8/UVd4Mll3auI/AAAAAAAACgY/JrhLQbcV5ms/s1600/DSCF3147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWIdd3ETcq8/UVd4Mll3auI/AAAAAAAACgY/JrhLQbcV5ms/s320/DSCF3147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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They strained it through cheesecloth, then hung it from a wooden spoon to allow the whey to finish draining.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OO0OunEa-a0/UVd4M5lNd-I/AAAAAAAACgg/7wM80d5aA3o/s1600/DSCF3150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OO0OunEa-a0/UVd4M5lNd-I/AAAAAAAACgg/7wM80d5aA3o/s320/DSCF3150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was quite tasty with crackers.&lt;br /&gt;
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And again, the process was actually simpler than I would have expected.&lt;/div&gt;
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I've been remiss in blogging about our FIAR co-op days.&amp;nbsp; For March, we read the book &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/0156563770/?tag=googhydr-20&amp;amp;hvadid=10451109825&amp;amp;hvpos=2t3&amp;amp;hvexid=&amp;amp;hvnetw=s&amp;amp;hvrand=554950965593667161&amp;amp;hvpone=&amp;amp;hvptwo=&amp;amp;hvqmt=b&amp;amp;ref=pd_sl_3hcfntavyd_b" target="_blank"&gt;Mama's Bank Account&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, a book the girls and I really liked.&amp;nbsp; It was made into&amp;nbsp;a play and movie titled &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/I-Remember-Mama-Irene-Dunne/dp/B0004Z322O" target="_blank"&gt;I Remember Mama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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At our day together, we&amp;nbsp;discussed bank accounts, cash vs. credit, and the kids did some interest computations to see the power of compounding interest.&amp;nbsp; We compared the book to the movie and talked about reasons for the differences.&amp;nbsp; For snack, it seemed like I had hundreds of choices but I ultimately settled on making gingerbread.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;In the book, it mentions Mama making cheese and our friends&amp;nbsp;offered a &lt;a href="http://www.cheesemaking.com/30-Minute-Mozzarella-Ricotta-Kit.html" target="_blank"&gt;cheese-making kit&lt;/a&gt; to use for the occasion.&amp;nbsp; We started out by making mozzarella.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xZwDpb9CaOs/UVd0I__ujpI/AAAAAAAACfQ/gPROM8cZjHQ/s1600/DSCF3134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xZwDpb9CaOs/UVd0I__ujpI/AAAAAAAACfQ/gPROM8cZjHQ/s320/DSCF3134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Adding the rennet...&lt;/div&gt;
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cutting into cubes...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nlmFijDTOy8/UVd0JnYPW1I/AAAAAAAACfo/uuSkXivjPj0/s1600/DSCF3140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nlmFijDTOy8/UVd0JnYPW1I/AAAAAAAACfo/uuSkXivjPj0/s320/DSCF3140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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lifting the cubes out of the whey...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWCdnSbYuQ8/UVd0KO6-krI/AAAAAAAACf0/zdnN832U8wM/s1600/DSCF3142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWCdnSbYuQ8/UVd0KO6-krI/AAAAAAAACf0/zdnN832U8wM/s320/DSCF3142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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squeezing more whey out after microwaving the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was surprised at how easy it was to make mozzarella.&amp;nbsp; That ball of cheese in the last picture is the amount we got from a half gallon of milk.&lt;br /&gt;
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We also tried making ricotta but I'll save that for the next post. &lt;/div&gt;
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Ah, another long absence from blogging for no good reason.&amp;nbsp; I seem  to have stopped using my camera, which means I don't even consider  posting anything on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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I nearly forgot my camera the other day, and I had actually completed a little project!&lt;br /&gt;
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The  girls have a dear friend who is turning 16 this week.&amp;nbsp; A party was  planned in her honor, by a friend who enlisted help from Julianne and  Allison.&amp;nbsp; They decided on a music theme, as music is one of Molly's  passions.&lt;br /&gt;
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It so happened that I recently checked out a library book called&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fabric-Fabric-One-Yard-Wonders-Projects/dp/1603425861/ref=pd_bxgy_b_text_y" target="_blank"&gt; Fabric by Fabric One-Yard Wonders&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One  of the projects in the book was a guitar, which I decided would make a  nice addition to the decorations the girls were putting together.&lt;br /&gt;
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It made a cute display next to the banner Julianne made out of old albums.&lt;/div&gt;
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Molly arrived home to shouts of "Surprise".&lt;/div&gt;
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Sadly, there was one surprise none of us had anticipated.&amp;nbsp; Both my girls  ended up sick on Sunday and couldn't attend the party they had had such  fun helping plan.&lt;br /&gt;
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The girls have talked to both Molly and their co-conspirator, Sarah.&amp;nbsp; From all reports, the party was a success and Molly enjoyed herself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Sweet 16, Molly!&lt;/div&gt;
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I know, it's New Year's Day and I'm just talking about Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I've been part of an email list of homeschool moms for several years and, the other day, one of them asked what our favorite Christmas gift was.&amp;nbsp; I've been short on bloggy inspiration for so long that I decided to answer her question here.&lt;br /&gt;
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I visited a new store a while back and was telling Clarence about all
 the cool things I saw there (including a cute chair I got for the 
living room).&amp;nbsp; The item I kept thinking about was a vintage clothes 
drying rack.&amp;nbsp; I'd never seen anything like it before.&amp;nbsp; You lift the dowels up, pull them out, and a ring on the end serves as a stop so they don't slide too far out.&amp;nbsp; Ingenious!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--MG4ofslq7Q/UONy7iGfvRI/AAAAAAAACdw/IO-V8TF712c/s1600/DSCF3088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--MG4ofslq7Q/UONy7iGfvRI/AAAAAAAACdw/IO-V8TF712c/s320/DSCF3088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I love how little space it takes up when not in use.&amp;nbsp; I love that I can hang something to dry on it like I would on a hanger.&amp;nbsp; I love that it's just so different than anything I've seen before.&lt;br /&gt;
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I especially love that he remembered I'd mentioned it and found a way to get it for me, from a store that closes before he could get there after work.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, moving on from Christmas...Wishing all of you joy and peace in 2013!&lt;/div&gt;
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Our 19 1/2 year old cat, Belle, passed away during the night.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't completely unexpected-last night it was obvious we didn't have much longer with him-but I am so thankful that we all had a chance to say goodbye.&amp;nbsp; In fact, we've had four bonus years with him that &lt;a href="http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/11/swiss-chard-to-rescue.html" target="_blank"&gt;almost didn't happen&lt;/a&gt;, which I am very grateful to have had.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Af3J2WOggc/UMcq2AiExtI/AAAAAAAACcw/WB3HjOFryCc/s1600/DSCF0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Af3J2WOggc/UMcq2AiExtI/AAAAAAAACcw/WB3HjOFryCc/s320/DSCF0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So many memories run through your mind-how he'd come and sit on my feet when I sat down in the living room...the way he'd lay down and nap on the back of the girls' legs whenever they laid on the floor while we were doing school...how much we'd laugh at our algebra-loving cat because he'd sit with the girls and seem to watch their algebra video with them-we just knew he enjoyed, and understood, their algebra lessons...the way he'd meow so loudly in the middle of the night if he ran out of food or water-or if we'd had the nerve to leave him home alone while we went out of town...the not-so-subtle hints that he wanted us to start a fire in the woodstove because he liked it toasty.&lt;br /&gt;
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He was the best of cats.&amp;nbsp; We will miss him.&lt;/div&gt;
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My niece, Lauren, got married last weekend.&amp;nbsp; Although our standard wedding gift is a check, I decided to add something to unwrap for this, my first niece to get married.&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw this idea back in August, which was just in time for the wedding, scheduled for September.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, the poor groom ended up in Texas for mandatory training when he was supposed to be getting married.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was anxious to see what the new date was going to be.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was constantly looking for new numbers, trying to assure I'd have the digits I needed once I knew the revised date.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I was very relieved to find exactly the house numbers I needed but even more delighted that the happy couple finally got to enjoy their special day and begin their new life together.&lt;br /&gt;
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We love you, Lauren and Brian, and wish you a lifetime of love and happiness together!&lt;/div&gt;
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I thought about titling this "Love it or Hate it Mac-N-Cheese" because I'm sure the common reaction to this is one or the other.&lt;br /&gt;
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I suspect this is not a kid-friendly recipe in most households but my girls love it.&amp;nbsp; Then again, they don't eat the stuff in the blue box at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Earl and&lt;a href="http://www.kathyscottage.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt; Kathy&lt;/a&gt; gave me some fantastic smoked blue cheese recently, which prompted me to tell them about this dish with the promise to blog it so they, too, could try it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got this recipe from a&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Annual-Recipes-Better-Homes-Gardens/dp/0696216221" target="_blank"&gt; Better Homes and Gardens year end cookbook&lt;/a&gt; that&amp;nbsp;I picked up used.&amp;nbsp; I don't follow the recipe exactly (no surprise there) so I'll post the recipe as I make it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bacon Blue Cheese Macaroni and Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;4 slices bacon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2 large onions, thinly sliced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;6-8 ounces dried macaroni or other medium sized pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;4 ounces (1 cup) shredded mozzarella cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2 ounces (1/2 cup) blue cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1 cup half-and-half (or milk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1/8 teaspoon black pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;In a large skillet, cook bacon until crisp, over medium heat.&amp;nbsp; Remove to paper towel, crumble and set aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;In reserved bacon drippings, cook onion until tender and golden brown.&amp;nbsp; (The original recipe says "5-8 minutes".&amp;nbsp; I cook my onions low and slow-over an hour and a half this time-because I like to caramelize them if I have that much time.)&amp;nbsp; Set aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Preheat oven to 350º.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Cook pasta according to package directions.&amp;nbsp; Drain and place in greased 1 1/2 quart casserole dish.&amp;nbsp; Add the crumbled bacon, onion, mozzarella, blue cheese, half-and-half, and pepper.&amp;nbsp; Toss gently to combine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bake, uncovered, for 20 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Stir gently and top with additional mozzarella, if desired.&amp;nbsp; Bake for 10 minutes more, or until top is brown and bubbly.&amp;nbsp; Let stand 10 minutes before serving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;There you have it.&amp;nbsp; Are you a "love it" or "hate it" person when it comes to blue cheese?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When we left Tahquamenon Falls, we spontaneously decided to take a road that somewhat followed Lake Superior's shoreline.&amp;nbsp; We were so glad we did because it gave us a chance to see the &lt;a href="http://www.exploringthenorth.com/ptiroquois/iroquois.html" target="_blank"&gt;Pt. Iroquois lighthouse&lt;/a&gt;, an unexpected bonus.&lt;br /&gt;
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We were excited to be able to go up into the lighthouse, as well as visit the home attached.&amp;nbsp; The girls read something inside the house that said that three families lived there at the same time.&amp;nbsp; I've always thought of lighthouses as being maintained and run by one family so that was quite surprising to me.&lt;/div&gt;
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I think it was 94 steps up to the top of the lighthouse.&lt;/div&gt;
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The view was worth the climb.&lt;br /&gt;
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We planned to visit a lighthouse in Mackinaw City (and we did, the next day) but this one was a completely unplanned side trip that we really enjoyed.&lt;/div&gt;
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We&amp;nbsp;left for&amp;nbsp;Mackinaw City after Clarence got home from work and we ate a quick dinner.&amp;nbsp; That got us there by about 10 PM, just in time to settle in for&amp;nbsp;the night.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next morning, we headed for Tahquamenon Falls.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My parents took us there when&amp;nbsp;I was a kid but my memories of it were pretty sketchy.&amp;nbsp; I was quite glad to have a chance to see the falls again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T08RUtMn0r0/UIX25VAE2uI/AAAAAAAACUo/sG7gzKU4AuE/s1600/DSCF3541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T08RUtMn0r0/UIX25VAE2uI/AAAAAAAACUo/sG7gzKU4AuE/s320/DSCF3541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We visited the lower falls first.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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We found this little bridge in the woods on our way to the lower falls.&amp;nbsp; We joked that the little creek running under it was a warm up act for the actual falls.&lt;br /&gt;
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They have installed a boardwalk to the falls-I don't think it was there 35-40 years ago when my parents took me.&lt;/div&gt;
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We opted not to walk the 4 mile trail between the upper and lower falls.&amp;nbsp; During tourist season, they have a shuttle to return you to your car but we would have had to turn around and walk back.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVGxu59a_Ac/UIX27uXGKeI/AAAAAAAACVM/pqlJmMY5XAQ/s1600/DSCF3577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVGxu59a_Ac/UIX27uXGKeI/AAAAAAAACVM/pqlJmMY5XAQ/s320/DSCF3577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The brownish color of the water is caused by tannins, not minerals.&amp;nbsp; I can't quite wrap my brain around that-that's a lot of tannins!&lt;br /&gt;
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The day warmed up nicely into the 60's, with nice, bright sunlight so it ended up being a perfect day to explore the falls. We were so glad we had this opportunity!&lt;/div&gt;
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It recently came to our attention that although the girls have lived in Michigan their entire lives, we had never taken them to the Mackinac Bridge or the Upper Peninsula.&amp;nbsp; I really had not realized this.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kind of spur-of-the-moment, we decided to remedy this oversight.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jWVcA4Z_6I/UIXvUF4E2iI/AAAAAAAACUE/tRaayBq8OBk/s1600/DSCF3625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jWVcA4Z_6I/UIXvUF4E2iI/AAAAAAAACUE/tRaayBq8OBk/s320/DSCF3625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We reserved a cheap room in Mackinaw City.&amp;nbsp; When we arrived, they gave us a free upgrade to a beach-front room, which gave us a very nice view of the bridge...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9sAJFuhVRI4/UIXvUxV63YI/AAAAAAAACUQ/sPywYwtHupM/s1600/DSCF3539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9sAJFuhVRI4/UIXvUxV63YI/AAAAAAAACUQ/sPywYwtHupM/s320/DSCF3539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
as well as a lovely view of the sunrise in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;
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We packed a lot of driving and sightseeing into 48 hours but we all agreed that it was a fantastic trip.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've got some pictures of some of the things we did but I think they deserve their own posts, so stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;
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Our friend, Julene, agreed to be the photographer for Julianne's senior pictures.  Julene has a great eye and takes fantastic pictures so I was thrilled when she agreed.  We had the bonus of a wonderful visit to Julene's home in Wisconsin and chance to spend several days having fun together. &lt;br /&gt;
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Julene's photography skills weren't the only reason I enlisted her help, though.  I needed her because she can get smiles I'll never get...I tend to get facial expressions like these:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWlz-0P7sew/UFOUUojVinI/AAAAAAAACS4/mSdr__mnMh4/s1600/DSCF3333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWlz-0P7sew/UFOUUojVinI/AAAAAAAACS4/mSdr__mnMh4/s320/DSCF3333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PuxFf9oc6a0/UFOUVMhVorI/AAAAAAAACTE/63DvdDSBnaE/s1600/DSCF3305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PuxFf9oc6a0/UFOUVMhVorI/AAAAAAAACTE/63DvdDSBnaE/s320/DSCF3305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4aO11a1W-8/UFOUVmp8IRI/AAAAAAAACTQ/GxXaYzQZddQ/s1600/DSCF3316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4aO11a1W-8/UFOUVmp8IRI/AAAAAAAACTQ/GxXaYzQZddQ/s320/DSCF3316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vU5pUgSxX2g/UFOUWb2p_sI/AAAAAAAACTc/nvVOuAbPeJM/s1600/DSCF3386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vU5pUgSxX2g/UFOUWb2p_sI/AAAAAAAACTc/nvVOuAbPeJM/s320/DSCF3386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have no illusions about my photography skills but there's just something about those expressions that no amount of photography skill can overcome, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;
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I must admit to getting some great shots, too.  But those don't make for such a fun blog post, now do they?&lt;/div&gt;
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My niece, Lauren, is getting married.&amp;nbsp; Her shower was held a couple of weeks ago and we were busy bees preparing some handmade goodies for the occasion.&amp;nbsp; So busy, in fact, that I snuck up to the gift table after the shower to snap these photos because I ran out of time to get them beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-is5UydjJz84/UFKGtzvf-BI/AAAAAAAACR4/Ze0ThqUF-mE/s1600/DSCF3426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-is5UydjJz84/UFKGtzvf-BI/AAAAAAAACR4/Ze0ThqUF-mE/s320/DSCF3426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Julianne&amp;nbsp;created this pillow from a felted sweater (it buttons on the other side), then she crocheted the embellishments for it.&amp;nbsp;It's so unique-I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAHDs4OnDik/UFKGuDWkiiI/AAAAAAAACSE/gjKCqPZFsmA/s1600/DSCF3427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAHDs4OnDik/UFKGuDWkiiI/AAAAAAAACSE/gjKCqPZFsmA/s320/DSCF3427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I made a shirt apron and cloth napkins in a few different fabrics.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHQ4SP-gQLQ/UFKGupsFDpI/AAAAAAAACSQ/vSMjURQ0j4A/s1600/DSCF3428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHQ4SP-gQLQ/UFKGupsFDpI/AAAAAAAACSQ/vSMjURQ0j4A/s320/DSCF3428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allison embellished napkin rings (the reason I decided to make napkins) with the fabic flowers she so enjoys making.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHf7FaHg7Bo/UFKGvLfiPTI/AAAAAAAACSc/0w6IQyvJWck/s1600/DSCF3429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHf7FaHg7Bo/UFKGvLfiPTI/AAAAAAAACSc/0w6IQyvJWck/s320/DSCF3429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Both girls worked on the dish towels and dishcloths.&amp;nbsp; Allison crocheted edges on the towels (a first time project for her that turned out beautifully.&amp;nbsp; She's not a pattern follower so this was a stretch out of her comfort zone but she did a great job.), while Julianne embellished the dishcloths with edging on one and crocheted flowers on another.&lt;br /&gt;
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The girls and I&amp;nbsp;enjoyed making some things for Lauren, especially since she will be moving out of state after the wedding.&amp;nbsp; We wanted her to have a few things that would remind her of our love for her in her new home.&lt;/div&gt;
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I've had quite the birthday celebration this year-rather than one special day, the party has continued on for a week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;
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It started out with my mom inviting us for lunch the weekend before my birthday (with a bonus: a lovely gift&amp;nbsp;waiting for me&amp;nbsp;from my brother and sister-in-love), included cards and phone calls from friends and family,  lunch and gifts from my best friend, gifts from my family on my actual birthday, and ended a week after my birthday with&amp;nbsp;lunch out with a dear friend I haven't seen in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know how, &lt;i&gt;when you get to my advanced age anyhow&lt;/i&gt;, it becomes&amp;nbsp;hard to find gifts the recipient will need or want?&amp;nbsp; I understand that difficulty and usually don't have a lot of suggestions to help Clarence and the girls out either.&amp;nbsp; They spoiled me anyhow-and I loved every minute of it.&amp;nbsp; It was especially cool that they were able to think of things that actually surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGuH3Iumao8/UCaOxDXL-BI/AAAAAAAACRg/e-e9DY423i0/s1600/DSCF3295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGuH3Iumao8/UCaOxDXL-BI/AAAAAAAACRg/e-e9DY423i0/s320/DSCF3295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This was one of my gifts.&amp;nbsp; I adore Grandma's flower garden quilts and although I knew Allison was working on a secret project, I had no idea what it was.&amp;nbsp; She apparently read somewhere that you can't piece hexagons on a machine-she took that as a personal challenge and proceeded to do just that.&amp;nbsp; I love the result!&lt;br /&gt;
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A couple days ago I was able to get together with my dear friend Jean for an extended visit over lunch.&amp;nbsp; We think it's been at least three years since we last got together and we spent about five hours catching up with each other.&amp;nbsp; Don't you love those friendships that even survive neglect?&amp;nbsp; It's amazing to me that the interval between visits doesn't matter-we always seem to be able to pick up where we left off.&lt;br /&gt;
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All in all, I'd have to say that turning another year older didn't hurt a bit.&lt;/div&gt;
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We decided a few months ago not to camp this year at Family Camp.&amp;nbsp; On the heels of our trip to Seattle, I wasn't sure I'd be up for getting the trailer ready when we got home.&amp;nbsp; Besides, I drive home every day or two anyhow, so I figured we'd just sleep at home and drive out each day for the activities we wanted to attend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our granddaughter, Leta, loves going to Family Camp and was actually a little disappointed not to be camping there.&amp;nbsp; Still, she had a great time, other than getting up early enough to leave the house by 8:30 to be on time for day camp.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQMZo7JRwHM/UA3X0_BSCpI/AAAAAAAACRQ/PqP0ENuC7ZA/s1600/DSCF3256-001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQMZo7JRwHM/UA3X0_BSCpI/AAAAAAAACRQ/PqP0ENuC7ZA/s320/DSCF3256-001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The camp worked on a bell choir with the kids and did a couple songs one night for the service.&amp;nbsp; Leta really liked the bells.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess next year we'll have to figure out a way to camp again.&amp;nbsp; Quiz nationals will run right up to Family camp so I'm thinking we may have to take our trailer out early and get set up because Leta really missed camping this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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All the driving back and forth reminded me of why we bought a trailer in the first place.&amp;nbsp; Allison said she didn't think she visited as many people as usual.&amp;nbsp; Julianne agreed, but really enjoyed sleeping in her own bed, in the&amp;nbsp;air conditioning, rather than tenting behind our trailer.&amp;nbsp; I can't say I blame her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Julianne's birthday usually falls very close to quiz nationals.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't make for much of a celebration when we're away from home on her special day.&lt;br /&gt;
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This year, her 17th birthday fell on one of our travel days home from Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Did I mention that we traveled via train? &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCAk5Z4mJWk/UABK4xRfS5I/AAAAAAAACQc/kfDlw0YkTHo/s1600/DSCF3238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCAk5Z4mJWk/UABK4xRfS5I/AAAAAAAACQc/kfDlw0YkTHo/s320/DSCF3238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend Angela suggested taking decorations to decorate around her as she slept.&amp;nbsp; Allison and Alyssa hung the banner and crepe paper I brought along, working in the middle of the night so it'd be ready when she woke up. &lt;/div&gt;
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Our car attendant, Deborah, sang Happy Birthday to her over the PA system when we boarded the train in Spokane.&amp;nbsp; (There's a long story to go along with that particular statement but I won't bore you with it today.)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It seemed like Deborah made a little fuss over Julianne or at least greeted her every time she walked through our car.&lt;/div&gt;
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Julianne met a birthday buddy who was very excited to meet someone who shared her big day. &lt;/div&gt;
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Our conductor swapped hats with Julianne for a picture.&amp;nbsp; I borrowed this pic from another mom in our group because by the time I got my camera out, he had already shed the tiara and didn't want to put it back on.&amp;nbsp; lol&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know that this will ever be a birthday Julianne would list as a favorite...but I'm quite sure it will remain one of her most unforgettable.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Happy birthday, Sweetie!&lt;/div&gt;
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We have returned safely from a trip to Seattle for the girls to compete in our denomination's Bible quiz nationals.&lt;br /&gt;
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We're still feeling pretty tired, after arriving home between 4:30 and 5:00 AM Tuesday morning.&amp;nbsp; That wasn't our original schedule but thankfully, with the holiday, we've got a little time to recover and get back on Eastern Time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Julianne had a birthday while we were away.&amp;nbsp; I'll try to get a post up showing pictures of her special day sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, and nationals?&amp;nbsp; The girls were on a team together (which is VERY nice for Mom and Dad-we didn't have to split up and each only get to watch one daughter).&amp;nbsp; They did well enough in the Round Robin competition to get advanced to the top division (not what we registered for).&amp;nbsp; In the double elimination tournament, they won their first round but were defeated in the next two.&amp;nbsp; Making it to the A division put them in the top 12 teams overall, but they didn't place for a trophy.&amp;nbsp; We are still very proud of them and the rest of our team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BlueBarnBulletin/~4/MXvDU6U-0mI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BlueBarnBulletin/~3/MXvDU6U-0mI/where-weve-been.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MoVk1aShi2A/T_Sp1u9cwiI/AAAAAAAACPg/Ds4BHLYyPrQ/s72-c/Space+Needle+group+shot.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2012/07/where-weve-been.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-5363738298006932317</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2012 23:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-06T19:26:49.652-04:00</atom:updated><title>Shirt apron</title><description>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;
Allison recently came out wearing one of her latest creations, from an idea she found on Pinterest.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I saw it, I knew I wanted to make one for my best friend's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;
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I, of course, couldn't do it as simply as Allison had.&amp;nbsp; No, I had the great idea to try making continuous bias tape for the first time from the shirt back, to bind the rough edges.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't terribly difficult but I consulted written and youtube tutorials many times before I was sure enough that I understood the process&amp;nbsp;to proceed.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was worth the effort when all was said and done.&amp;nbsp; I was happy to finally learn how to&amp;nbsp;make&amp;nbsp;the bias tape&amp;nbsp;and it worked beautifully for the apron.&amp;nbsp; I used the bias tape instead of simply hemming from the collar to the side seams, then continued past the sides, using the bias tape to form the ties for the apron.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hp7F9BOZSCI/T81YL2ZV1cI/AAAAAAAACPU/AIKjhbRo_RU/s320/DSCF3070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Allison was kind enough to model the apron before I wrapped it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Last Saturday our family did grilled pizza for some friends' son's graduation open house.&amp;nbsp; I was visiting with some friends and telling them about the apron and bias tape, talking with my hands the whole time.&amp;nbsp; As I talked about making the ties from the bias tape, I motioned with my hands around behind my back.&amp;nbsp; I quickly drew my hands back around front after making contact with the host's backside.&amp;nbsp; Awkward!&lt;br /&gt;
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I apologized, explaining I was talking with my hands and didn't mean to goose him.&lt;br /&gt;
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He replied that he talks with his hands, too, he just keeps them in front of him.&amp;nbsp; Um, yeah, that's great advice, don't you think?&amp;nbsp; Just a little too late to help me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night was the girls' voice recital.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WkZztLTgTus/T6VTvHn0_7I/AAAAAAAACOg/07Pn-mvTsaM/s1600/DSCF3040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WkZztLTgTus/T6VTvHn0_7I/AAAAAAAACOg/07Pn-mvTsaM/s320/DSCF3040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Allison sang "Sunrise, Sunset" from &lt;i&gt;Fiddler on the Roof&lt;/i&gt; and "&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/g9zIxSZ4xiA" target="_blank"&gt;Welcome to Our World&lt;/a&gt;", a song I adore, written by Chris Rice.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kTc-r_09DYY/T6VTvHevdDI/AAAAAAAACOo/g13bbFGsOu4/s1600/DSCF3044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kTc-r_09DYY/T6VTvHevdDI/AAAAAAAACOo/g13bbFGsOu4/s320/DSCF3044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Julianne sang "Goodnight My Someone" from &lt;i&gt;The Music Man&lt;/i&gt; and "&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/QJfSp_rceFs" target="_blank"&gt;How Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;" by Twila Paris.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBuvEtmo9SY/T6VTvcLQ7sI/AAAAAAAACO8/RukHGaXZ7KI/s1600/DSCF3048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBuvEtmo9SY/T6VTvcLQ7sI/AAAAAAAACO8/RukHGaXZ7KI/s320/DSCF3048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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They did a duet of "&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/4QZk3Z0NXqc" target="_blank"&gt;Vivo Per Lei&lt;/a&gt;", a song in Italian popularized by Andrea Bocelli.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuPUbZI94Ng/T6VTwSvxaMI/AAAAAAAACPE/vhT4nkyYlPo/s1600/DSCF3052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuPUbZI94Ng/T6VTwSvxaMI/AAAAAAAACPE/vhT4nkyYlPo/s320/DSCF3052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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They also sang "The Lonely Goatherd" from &lt;i&gt;Sound of Music&lt;/i&gt; with their teacher's 7 year old daughter which was very fun-especially the yodeling.&lt;br /&gt;
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The girls have the most wonderful voice teacher-she is so encouraging and a lot of fun, too.&amp;nbsp; Last year our girls were her only students, which made for a very small recital.&amp;nbsp; This year, recital was much more varied as well as larger&amp;nbsp;because she has added several more students.&amp;nbsp; It made recital even better to have a larger audience and the girls liked seeing a couple of friends who also performed.&amp;nbsp; It was a great night.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BlueBarnBulletin/~4/E5KQibT8FVY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BlueBarnBulletin/~3/E5KQibT8FVY/recital.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WkZztLTgTus/T6VTvHn0_7I/AAAAAAAACOg/07Pn-mvTsaM/s72-c/DSCF3040.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2012/05/recital.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-6195750725156471969</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 11:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-01T07:30:01.432-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">homeschooling</category><title>The Diary of Anne Frank</title><description>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;
We had an opportunity to see a performance of &lt;em&gt;The Diary of Anne Frank&lt;/em&gt; with some of our friends.&amp;nbsp; I guess we moms are never content to let an event stand alone because we brainstormed what else we could do to tie in with the play.&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend Angela suggested the kids each research a holocaust survivor and give a presentation on them, either by creating a scrapbook&amp;nbsp;page or gathering momentos&amp;nbsp;that would tie in with telling us the story of the person they chose.&lt;br /&gt;
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Julianne decided, of course, to scrapbook.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yiIYoQpn0C0/T59FjjGh19I/AAAAAAAACNk/6ymt2jE0XIM/s1600/DSCF2935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yiIYoQpn0C0/T59FjjGh19I/AAAAAAAACNk/6ymt2jE0XIM/s320/DSCF2935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She&amp;nbsp; chose Solomon Radasky to report on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKJxLd4BZQ/T59FkQIEi2I/AAAAAAAACNw/vKd5bl3nLNk/s1600/DSCF2939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKJxLd4BZQ/T59FkQIEi2I/AAAAAAAACNw/vKd5bl3nLNk/s320/DSCF2939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Allison, who is not as fond of scrapbooking as Julianne, wanted to go the momento route but ultimately decided the scrapbook idea was simpler to pull together.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdjPBnrw2q8/T59FkerfdGI/AAAAAAAACN8/DStHP3T8etc/s1600/DSCF2937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdjPBnrw2q8/T59FkerfdGI/AAAAAAAACN8/DStHP3T8etc/s320/DSCF2937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She chose Eva Galler for her report.&amp;nbsp; She was able to include the little armband she had fashioned as a momento in her scrapbook spread.&lt;br /&gt;
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The play was&amp;nbsp;very well done&amp;nbsp;and the kids did a great job on their presentations,&amp;nbsp;too&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; It was easy to see God's hand in several of the situations the kids learned about as they researched.&amp;nbsp; I loved Angela's idea because we learned about regular people and how they lived through the holocaust.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border: 0px currentColor; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BlueBarnBulletin/~4/17_peDdLO94" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BlueBarnBulletin/~3/17_peDdLO94/diary-of-anne-frank.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OrXAUDmxFRQ/T59FjRY2XYI/AAAAAAAACNY/Xqyctawd3f8/s72-c/DSCF2934.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2012/05/diary-of-anne-frank.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-4516552338220997245</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-13T12:38:19.974-04:00</atom:updated><title>Better late than never?</title><description>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Last year I somehow stumbled on a cool egg decorating idea.  It was too close to Easter to pull it off last year, but I filed the idea away and worked on gathering the necessary supplies so we could try it this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with all that lead time, somehow I still didn't get a blog post put together until now.  Blame it on tax season and my determination to get our taxes taken care of before worrying about blogging.  Oh, and the purchase of a new computer somewhere in there because Turbo Tax wouldn't even load on the old one.  Not that they're filed yet-but they are done, at least, so now I can share our eggs guilt-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pfxfu6G3Tg0/T4hVzf0s5lI/AAAAAAAACNM/5WSnZaI3mNU/s1600/DSCF2926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pfxfu6G3Tg0/T4hVzf0s5lI/AAAAAAAACNM/5WSnZaI3mNU/s320/DSCF2926.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed the instructions &lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2012/03/silk-dyed-eggs-aka-tie-dyed/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  We used blown eggs and boiled them in the bottom of a pasta pot that has a strainer insert, using the insert to hold the eggs in the water.  Ours aren't as pretty as theirs, but we'll keep looking for ties and try it again next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="background: 0% 50%; padding: 0px; border: 0px currentColor; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BlueBarnBulletin/~4/XVn85hS1UuE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BlueBarnBulletin/~3/XVn85hS1UuE/better-late-than-never.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pfxfu6G3Tg0/T4hVzf0s5lI/AAAAAAAACNM/5WSnZaI3mNU/s72-c/DSCF2926.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2012/04/better-late-than-never.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-3098683234249053084</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2012 22:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-02T19:27:34.632-04:00</atom:updated><title>A Note of Apology</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I recently signed the girls up for an essay writing class, wanting someone else to assess their writing and offer suggestions on how to improve it.  The teacher is someone who has done some ACT grading, which I thought would be very helpful as Julianne will be sitting for the ACT in June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was the last of the four classes.  As the girls prepared their homework over the weekend, we discovered something that Julianne had not understood in the past.  Once she realized what she had been doing wrong, she penned the following apology to her instructor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dear Mrs. W.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;      Hello.  I am the student who, until this last paper, has been blatantly disregarding your request that we double space our essays.  I am so sorry for that, but I thought I would inform you of the reasons behind it, so that you could at least laugh (at my expense) after all the frustration I probably caused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;          You may be wondering why, as if by some miracle, I am suddenly writing in double space.  It came about this way:  Earlier this week, I was typing my essay, and after I had finished, my little sister sat down to do the same thing.  "Julianne, is there a setting in Word that automatically makes it double-spaced?" she asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;     "It seems like there should be," I replied, "but I couldn't find one.  I just had to do it the hard way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;     "Here, let me show you where it is" my mom said.  She proceeded to click on an icon for adjusting the space between lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;     "I saw that button," I told her, "But Mrs. W. wants us to double &lt;strong&gt;space&lt;/strong&gt;.  There's also a button for adjusting the space between paragraphs, but not between words."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;     I'll leave you to imagine the looks they gave me as the realization dawned on them that I had, indeed, put two spaces between every word, four after periods, and ten at the beginning of paragraphs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;     I'm not sure how I've lived to be sixteen years old without knowing the definition of double space either.  It's quite the mystery.  It's obviously not my mom's fault, because my sister knew what it was.  At least we caught the error while I still had time to backspace after &lt;strong&gt;every single word&lt;/strong&gt;, and then use the handy little double space button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;     Again, I'm sorry that it took me this long to find out the true meaning of "double space".  It makes much more sense that you'd ask us to do that, now that I know.  I have learned a lot from this class, (besides the previously discussed item) and I wanted to make sure that you knew that I wasn't being insolent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;     Thanks for your understanding.  :)  Sometimes I need a lot of that from people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*permission granted by Julianne to publish her letter.  And yes, it's all true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BlueBarnBulletin/~4/I-8v1xbd8_Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BlueBarnBulletin/~3/I-8v1xbd8_Y/note-of-apology.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2012/04/note-of-apology.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-4587462643254575016</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 00:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-21T20:42:09.994-04:00</atom:updated><title>What to tell your driving instructor in the event that you brake too hard...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our friend, Molly, started driver's ed this week.  As we reminisced about Julianne's first driving experiences, we decided to make a list of comments Molly can use if she finds herself braking too hard...to try to save face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Just checking to make sure the seat is locked in."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The tail hook caught!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Now we all know how inertia works."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Seat belt functionality?  Check!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Squeal excitedly, then say "I've missed Cedar Point!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Sorry, I thought I was pushing the clutch."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I'm just trying to wake up that kid in the back seat."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Did you know my dad's a whiplash insurance salesman?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I was trying to keep us from becoming a crash statistic."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look at the teacher and ask "What'd you do that for?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Hopefully, this list will get Molly through those first few awkward attempts to use the brakes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we also suggested she write these on her hand/arm so she has them handy when she needs them.  I'm sure perusing the list to choose the perfect one to use while she's driving isn't all that unsafe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly, if you're reading this, maybe you'd better just commit them to memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BlueBarnBulletin/~4/bj6bI613ryE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BlueBarnBulletin/~3/bj6bI613ryE/what-to-tell-your-driving-instructor-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2012/03/what-to-tell-your-driving-instructor-in.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-5949874180561890639</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2012 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-05T10:55:47.737-05:00</atom:updated><title>Not trying to be political...</title><description>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just sayin', Mitt Romney...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMrBn-T7RKA/T1ThFRMPN8I/AAAAAAAACM0/BAsN0HsdC1s/s1600/IMG_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMrBn-T7RKA/T1ThFRMPN8I/AAAAAAAACM0/BAsN0HsdC1s/s320/IMG_0864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;that if you want me to consider voting for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgCOOiG9dmU/T1ThFjzil9I/AAAAAAAACNA/HNqfykdkxCs/s1600/IMG_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgCOOiG9dmU/T1ThFjzil9I/AAAAAAAACNA/HNqfykdkxCs/s320/IMG_0880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;maybe your tour bus and police escort shouldn't have cut me off in the HOV lane in Atlanta yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="background: 0% 50%; padding: 0px; border: 0px currentColor; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BlueBarnBulletin/~4/QC_H4kRKIIk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BlueBarnBulletin/~3/QC_H4kRKIIk/not-trying-to-be-political.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMrBn-T7RKA/T1ThFRMPN8I/AAAAAAAACM0/BAsN0HsdC1s/s72-c/IMG_0864.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2012/03/not-trying-to-be-political.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-4596559071198417444</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 23:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-02T18:46:11.021-05:00</atom:updated><title>A multi-purpose gift</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;When we went to church Sunday, the girls' adopted grandparents were back from visiting their daughter, and our dear friend, Julene, in Wisconsin. They came bearing gifts from her, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julene sent our family some wonderful cheese, an extra-sharp, vintage white Tillamook. We purchased some of it one time in Shipshewana and have wanted to find it again but never have, so Allison was excited when she pulled it out of the bag on the way home from church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the girls started opening their gifts from Julene and found these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vEg5EID_5Yw/TwI-btl-xRI/AAAAAAAACMA/Ehwp1OTKixs/s1600/DSCF2834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vEg5EID_5Yw/TwI-btl-xRI/AAAAAAAACMA/Ehwp1OTKixs/s320/DSCF2834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked in the rear view mirror and saw Allison wearing hers like this. "Hmm", I thought, "That's quite different".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6RqdvFnup4/TwI-bxQtBoI/AAAAAAAACMM/YByUUFvCCVw/s1600/DSCF2835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6RqdvFnup4/TwI-bxQtBoI/AAAAAAAACMM/YByUUFvCCVw/s320/DSCF2835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianne buttoned hers around her neck. We were convinced it was a little neck scarf. I thought it was quite cute as a cowl scarf and would do a nice job of keeping the cold out, without having the ends of a scarf hanging down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pz1aboDWxk/TwI-cWxKFxI/AAAAAAAACMc/HhapfrJSkY4/s1600/DSCF2843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pz1aboDWxk/TwI-cWxKFxI/AAAAAAAACMc/HhapfrJSkY4/s320/DSCF2843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, they had to try them as face masks, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my extended family came over. As the girls were talking, my niece Victoria asked Julianne if she'd ever seen one of those "headband things that gets wider at the top" on Pinterest? Because she'd really like one for walking across campus to class and maybe Julianne could make one for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianne laughed a little and said "No, I've never seen one on Pinterest, but I think I just got one today!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X499p-hahPI/TwI-dQC8kmI/AAAAAAAACMk/aH4lwLYW0HM/s1600/DSCF2841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X499p-hahPI/TwI-dQC8kmI/AAAAAAAACMk/aH4lwLYW0HM/s320/DSCF2841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think they're just darling, especially now that the girls know how to wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Julene!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BlueBarnBulletin/~4/PITEZWlSzhg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BlueBarnBulletin/~3/PITEZWlSzhg/multi-purpose-gift.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vEg5EID_5Yw/TwI-btl-xRI/AAAAAAAACMA/Ehwp1OTKixs/s72-c/DSCF2834.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2012/01/multi-purpose-gift.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
