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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:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 08:05:23 +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>359</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 xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" 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-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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-4596559071198417444?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2012/01/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>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-3097687912269612189</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2011 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-27T10:31:25.911-05:00</atom:updated><title>Some December memories</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;For some reason, perhaps due to my terribly inconsistent blogging schedule, I've had a hard time lately remembering to take my camera anywhere and, if I do happen to remember it, the batteries are always dead. Consequently, I've gotten very few pictures of anything we've been doing this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I was planning to post about one thing and was surprised to see some pictures on my memory card I had forgotten completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0GU2qoc9vgE/TvnjiIlim6I/AAAAAAAACLo/tlSoRdOnxcg/s1600/DSCF2820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0GU2qoc9vgE/TvnjiIlim6I/AAAAAAAACLo/tlSoRdOnxcg/s320/DSCF2820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were in a bell (chime) choir again this year. Last year, our church was able to borrow chimes from another church and use them at Christmas. This fall, a parishoner donated the money so we could get our own set-so we are looking forward to more performances throughout the year. The girls really enjoy being part of it.&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/-JD0pijey9gQ/Tvnjif88lFI/AAAAAAAACL0/8IIiGOKDpyc/s1600/DSCF2823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JD0pijey9gQ/Tvnjif88lFI/AAAAAAAACL0/8IIiGOKDpyc/s320/DSCF2823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my Christmas gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to have become a tradition (I hope!) for Julianne to crochet gifts for me. She found a pattern for a crocheted hexagon and was inspired by my love of &lt;a href="http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-see.html"&gt;Grandma's Flower Garden quilts&lt;/a&gt; to create something similar in crochet. It is more beautiful in person than the picture can show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely Christmas and are anticipating more celebrations in the next couple of weeks. Due to work schedules, my extended family hasn't gotten together yet but we will see some of them on New Years Day and have another family party planned in January. It's a nice, relaxing pace and draws the holiday season out a little bit. I'm looking forward to having dreary January brightened by good times spent with those I love most.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-3097687912269612189?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-december-memories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0GU2qoc9vgE/TvnjiIlim6I/AAAAAAAACLo/tlSoRdOnxcg/s72-c/DSCF2820.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-8359814034744694595</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2011 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-25T17:47:37.884-05:00</atom:updated><title>Merry Christmas!</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;We attended a Christmas Eve service held in a big, old, red barn last night. It was chilly and, thankfully, absent the smell of animals. It was a very nice way to celebrate Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bcXtojK75H8/Tveng6WPWjI/AAAAAAAACLc/5OhqbfhwYNQ/s1600/IMG_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bcXtojK75H8/Tveng6WPWjI/AAAAAAAACLc/5OhqbfhwYNQ/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family wishes each of you a wonderful Christmas, filled with joy and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-8359814034744694595?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bcXtojK75H8/Tveng6WPWjI/AAAAAAAACLc/5OhqbfhwYNQ/s72-c/IMG_0371.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-2126940625429441380</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 00:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-13T20:30:29.079-05:00</atom:updated><title>Two of my favorite Christmas songs (that you've probably never heard)</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I entered a drawing last week where I had to answer the question "What is your favorite Christmas song?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VIPwoVDEl5A" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was easy to answer: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost Christmastime&lt;/span&gt; by David Meece.  I considered adding a link to the song in my comment but became completely sidetracked when I went looking because I found another song I always loved but hadn't heard for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Amazon, these two songs are on the same album.  I happen to have purchased the album a couple decades ago but my cd only has 10 songs, not 12 like the one on Amazon.  Sadly, my copy doesn't include &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Star&lt;/span&gt; by Dan Peek! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zZSStJ4m_UU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to buy it right away.  You know I love it if I'm willing to download it via dial-up.  The girls think I'm just a wee bit obsessed with listening to it but I told them today that I haven't heard it in decades-I have lots of time to make up for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-2126940625429441380?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-of-my-favorite-christmas-songs-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/VIPwoVDEl5A/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-7443115956884666219</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2011 03:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-11T23:12:37.324-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">homeschooling</category><title>When My Name Was Keoko</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Our Five in a Row group read &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/0440419441/?tag=mh0b-20&amp;amp;hvadid=1026938494&amp;amp;ref=pd_sl_ftdncyaxp_b"&gt;When My Name Was Keoko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for November. It is a fantastic book by an author our group was familiar with already because we read &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Single-Shard-Linda-Sue-Park/dp/0547534264/ref=pd_sim_b_4"&gt;A Single Shard&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;by Linda Sue Park a few years ago (and loved it as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an extra special day to go along with &lt;em&gt;Keoko&lt;/em&gt;. One of the families has a friend who is Korean and has stories from his childhood that very much went along with what we read. He agreed to meet us at a Japanese/Korean restaurant and guide us through choosing some Korean foods as we shared lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta tell you, after seeing the menu and being completely unfamiliar with which menu items would be Japanese and which would be Korean, I was plenty worried. I'm a far more adventurous eater than when I was younger but when I saw squid, eel, octopus (which I actually have eaten once, years ago), fish roe, and the like on the menu, I wasn't sure it was going to be a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3p_aF-HwA2I/TuV4kmz9EbI/AAAAAAAACKs/5xHaRIPVrfY/s1600/November%252C%2B2011%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3p_aF-HwA2I/TuV4kmz9EbI/AAAAAAAACKs/5xHaRIPVrfY/s160/November%252C%2B2011%2B004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with miso soup. Safe enough so far, and quite delicious, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kTAWgrvF9NQ/TuV4kly1kJI/AAAAAAAACK4/FnHvm-lyRZA/s1600/November%252C%2B2011%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kTAWgrvF9NQ/TuV4kly1kJI/AAAAAAAACK4/FnHvm-lyRZA/s160/November%252C%2B2011%2B007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came edamame, which I enjoy, and potstickers. Then they brought salad with a wonderful ginger dressing I'd love to have the recipe for.  I was feeling better about the experience already.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-an_a5IWYYAg/TuV4lI8wbDI/AAAAAAAACLE/hiBI-e5ENeA/s1600/November%252C%2B2011%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-an_a5IWYYAg/TuV4lI8wbDI/AAAAAAAACLE/hiBI-e5ENeA/s160/November%252C%2B2011%2B010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think this dish is called Bibimbob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We all shared the dishes he ordered. I enjoyed every.single.thing!&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/-cdsNHWwZ7pM/TuV4lhRHhFI/AAAAAAAACLQ/5eRnAKJoRFg/s1600/November%252C%2B2011%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cdsNHWwZ7pM/TuV4lhRHhFI/AAAAAAAACLQ/5eRnAKJoRFg/s160/November%252C%2B2011%2B011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This, I believe, is called Chapchae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He shared a lot of family memories with us and it was amazing how much his stories corresponded with the story line of the book.  We found it incredibly interesting to listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the meal with a choice between green tea ice cream or red bean ice cream.  I only had a taste-I was actually full!-but the girls enjoyed it a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We intended pay for lunch for him and his wife, to thank him for sharing his time and tales with us, but he wouldn't let us.  Instead, he paid for our whole group-such generosity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book, and our day together, will not be quickly forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-7443115956884666219?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-my-name-was-keoko.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3p_aF-HwA2I/TuV4kmz9EbI/AAAAAAAACKs/5xHaRIPVrfY/s72-c/November%252C%2B2011%2B004.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-7482947920069977742</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 23:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-31T19:33:33.926-04:00</atom:updated><title>Julianne's fundraiser flowers</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;When Allison was offered the opportunity to sell her fabric flowers to raise funds for quiz nationals, I got thinking that maybe Julianne should try selling some of her crocheted flowers as well. After all, they'll be at a scrapbooking fundraiser and I think her little flowers would make great embellishments for a scrapbook page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KzsGYT4-A2Q/Tq8vRgiSR7I/AAAAAAAACJ4/YaN0BCcm8w4/s1600/DSCF2775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KzsGYT4-A2Q/Tq8vRgiSR7I/AAAAAAAACJ4/YaN0BCcm8w4/s320/DSCF2775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been concentrating on making flowers that are flat, rather than dimensional, to work nicely on pages.&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/-VitVzexZLew/Tq8vRooKX_I/AAAAAAAACKA/9PFjTnsDyXw/s1600/DSCF2784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VitVzexZLew/Tq8vRooKX_I/AAAAAAAACKA/9PFjTnsDyXw/s320/DSCF2784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her smallest flowers are about 3/4-inch across with the largest flowers hitting around 2 1/2 inches in diameter.&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/-JeyPBC_VEzU/Tq8vR_kY0cI/AAAAAAAACKM/_r2M6e7mKb0/s1600/DSCF2774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JeyPBC_VEzU/Tq8vR_kY0cI/AAAAAAAACKM/_r2M6e7mKb0/s320/DSCF2774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also tatted a couple of butterflies. Isn't it cute? Alas, it takes a long time to tat so she quickly resumed crocheting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are, again, wondering about how to price them. Any suggestions on pricing are more than welcome. Thanks!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-7482947920069977742?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/10/juliannes-fundraiser-flowers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KzsGYT4-A2Q/Tq8vRgiSR7I/AAAAAAAACJ4/YaN0BCcm8w4/s72-c/DSCF2775.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-6913667314625655486</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 00:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-25T21:18:05.548-04:00</atom:updated><title>Allison's busy hands</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;This summer, when our church was holding a garage sale for missions, the quiz team held a bake sale in an effort to start earning money to travel to Seattle next year for the national competition. Allison put out some flowers she made, priced them super cheap, and they sold incredibly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The missions director of our church loved Allison's flowers and told me later that she just couldn't stop thinking about ways Allison could market her creations. One thing she thought of was another upcoming fundraiser for missions, a scrapbooking/craft day. She offered to let Allison be a vendor there without paying a fee, if she'd just donate a couple flowers for door prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been building up stock:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XdDZruzovlc/TqTO7RnkytI/AAAAAAAACJU/0UYa1GHgNwg/s1600/DSCF2736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XdDZruzovlc/TqTO7RnkytI/AAAAAAAACJU/0UYa1GHgNwg/s320/DSCF2736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes them in various sizes for a variety of uses. Aunt &lt;a href="http://kathyscottage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kathy&lt;/a&gt; shared a big pile of scraps with her when we were there recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkCYM3e9z9o/TqTO7UPMvbI/AAAAAAAACJg/fFFuItxy1gA/s1600/DSCF2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkCYM3e9z9o/TqTO7UPMvbI/AAAAAAAACJg/fFFuItxy1gA/s320/DSCF2740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made a cool multi-colored flower a while back and then we found some rainbow buttons in Shipshewana-perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cd3Zugzub7E/TqTO8Bh2vvI/AAAAAAAACJs/_223jTLpFvI/s1600/DSCF2761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cd3Zugzub7E/TqTO8Bh2vvI/AAAAAAAACJs/_223jTLpFvI/s320/DSCF2761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't love making the tiniest size because they're pretty difficult to work with. But, they make the most darling earrings so she's been plugging away at them even though they aren't her favorite thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem she's having is trying to figure out how to price them.  The plan right now is to assemble the flowers into pins, barrettes, hair clips, head bands, or earrings, custom-order style, so the customer can choose exactly what they want.  We have some pricing ideas but are certainly interested in more input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind leaving a comment saying how much you'd expect to see something like this sell for at a craft show?  Once I get some pictures of what Julianne is working on, we'll be wanting some pricing input on her stuff, too.  Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-6913667314625655486?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/10/allisons-busy-hands.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XdDZruzovlc/TqTO7RnkytI/AAAAAAAACJU/0UYa1GHgNwg/s72-c/DSCF2736.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-5986387626760235963</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-25T19:56:22.714-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">homeschooling</category><title>The Adventures of Tom Sawyer</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;September was a busy month for all of us in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FIAR&lt;/span&gt; group so this month was our first meeting of the new school year. We chose &lt;em&gt;The Adventures of Tom Sawyer&lt;/em&gt; and everyone really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day included some language arts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exercises&lt;/span&gt; for the kids-taking text from the book and noting which words were "lightening" words. The kids took some of Mark Twain's sentences and changed some of the words to simpler ones, then took simple sentences and gave them more flair, using lightening words. It was amazing to listen to their creativity as they read the re-written sentences aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked about persuasive speech techniques and each of the kids had to think of a way to try to convince the other kids to take on an unpleasant task, like Tom did to get the other boys to paint the fence for him. The kids tried to convince the rest of us to do things like vacuum the pool, vacuum the floor, write a paper, go to the dentist, become a vegetarian, sell discount cards for a fundraiser, mow the lawn and clean the litter box. After they finished, we took a vote and the job most desired was vacuuming the pool. My friend, who usually has to do that job, was quite excited to think she'll have all those willing helpers next summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MmvbeDA05GE/TqTA1F98IyI/AAAAAAAACJI/L3pX0Y_ddDg/s1600/DSCF2726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MmvbeDA05GE/TqTA1F98IyI/AAAAAAAACJI/L3pX0Y_ddDg/s320/DSCF2726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our snack, I decided on "wedding" cake to remind us of the cake Tom and Becky ate in the cave when they were lost. The girls and I made our first attempt at making fondant roses without having our friend nearby guiding us. Allison made most of the roses because Julianne and I ran out of patience for it. I really do enjoy trying to think of a snack to go with our books but cake decorating is not my forte, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, the kids acted out a skit they made up during lunch. They pretended to be newscasters at the scene when the boys go pirating and are missing. They interviewed family members, then covered the story when the boys came to their own funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to be back with all our friends, beginning another year of reading and learning together.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-5986387626760235963?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/10/adventures-of-tom-sawyer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MmvbeDA05GE/TqTA1F98IyI/AAAAAAAACJI/L3pX0Y_ddDg/s72-c/DSCF2726.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-4884897218515745345</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 00:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-14T21:41:29.341-04:00</atom:updated><title>Renaissance Festival</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Back in September, my Aunt Barb offered us three tickets she'd won to the Renaissance Festival. Since we had been learning about the Renaissance in history recently, and it would only cost us the price of one admission, we decided to go. Clarence and I had gone years ago, back before kids, and were less than impressed, but were hopeful that it had improved in the interim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't arrive there until 2, by the time we got some items off our to-do list. I worried that we would be sorry we hadn't allowed more time before they closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked in, started looking around, and my girls' first impression was that it wasn't a Renaissance festival at all, but was actually a Medieval festival instead. Much darker than the name implied to them. I had to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were ready to leave almost immediately. We kept strolling, hoping to find something to catch our interest. We enjoyed watching the glass blowers for a bit while Clarence watched some jousting but there was little else we bothered to stop to watch. It felt like a waste of a beautiful afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we made our way back out, however, the day was redeemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9nTcT-Psko/TpjZsBW5PyI/AAAAAAAACI8/Jwlc2afmToM/s1600/DSCF2712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9nTcT-Psko/TpjZsBW5PyI/AAAAAAAACI8/Jwlc2afmToM/s320/DSCF2712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The potter who made Clarence's favorite mug ever was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure, since this was the Renaissance Festival, that these are actually tankards but we like to think of them as really big coffee mugs. Allison's is on the left, Julianne's is the center one, and mine is on the right. (Clarence got one too, but he carries it every morning so it's never here for a picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't plan to go ever again but we've been enjoying our &lt;s&gt;tankards&lt;/s&gt; mugs an awful lot and are very glad we found them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-4884897218515745345?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/10/renaissance-festival.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9nTcT-Psko/TpjZsBW5PyI/AAAAAAAACI8/Jwlc2afmToM/s72-c/DSCF2712.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-6672414423704021507</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2011 00:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-15T20:58:01.817-04:00</atom:updated><title>Save the Tomatoes!</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Although I've done a fair amount of canning already, I haven't canned enough tomatoes yet to last through the winter. When they started producing in quantity, my priority was making salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been blessed this year that the late blight we often battle hasn't been an issue yet. We have all these beautiful tomatoes in the process of ripening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fpce2Ndl9w/TnKdC-Ho9PI/AAAAAAAACIk/_yLxSb1cfes/s1600/DSCF2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fpce2Ndl9w/TnKdC-Ho9PI/AAAAAAAACIk/_yLxSb1cfes/s320/DSCF2685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tonight we could get our first frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't want to lose the peppers, cucumbers, or beans, either so Clarence and Allison went to work getting things covered, just in case.&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/-nagc9vY8ECM/TnKdDTqOVbI/AAAAAAAACIs/JfyiHVOF9lQ/s1600/DSCF2694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nagc9vY8ECM/TnKdDTqOVbI/AAAAAAAACIs/JfyiHVOF9lQ/s320/DSCF2694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/-qLJ0-oeNHXM/TnKdD2tQjLI/AAAAAAAACI0/nYBGkV2ZnDw/s1600/DSCF2696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLJ0-oeNHXM/TnKdD2tQjLI/AAAAAAAACI0/nYBGkV2ZnDw/s320/DSCF2696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarence thinks the garden is looking a bit like a refugee camp now but, hopefully, we'll get to continue enjoying our fresh veggies a little longer.  And maybe, just maybe, I'll get enough tomatoes canned to make it until next year.&lt;br /&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-6672414423704021507?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/09/save-tomatoes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fpce2Ndl9w/TnKdC-Ho9PI/AAAAAAAACIk/_yLxSb1cfes/s72-c/DSCF2685.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-7829126742202035240</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-31T11:25:18.543-04:00</atom:updated><title>Summer fruit goodness</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;The girls and I stopped on a whim last week and picked some raspberries at a local u-pick farm. I generally avoid raspberries, thinking they are one of my least favorite fruits, plus I have bad memories of having to harvest them from the backyard garden as a kid. I always managed to get lots of scratches, which made me dread the chore even more than my general laziness already did.
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&lt;br /&gt;Things change over time, though, and I found myself enjoying picking raspberries this time around.  Funny how the large, sharp thorns of my childhood are much smaller and less vicious now.  We brought home four quarts, about 5 pounds.
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&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would do but to go back for some more this week.  The plants were loaded with lots of beautiful berries. The girls thought they were fun to pick, in spite of the thorns.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;On our second trip, we picked 10 more quarts, weighing almost 13 pounds!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;We stopped for raspberries the first time because we noticed the sign when we were coming home from picking up a bushel of peaches. 'Cause, you know, a bushel of peaches isn't enough to do, you've gotta get some raspberries, too.
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&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've made Peach Melba freezer jam and canned peach-raspberry no-pectin jam.  I've canned peach syrup and frozen some raspberries, but I still have more peaches and raspberries I need to process today.  I am thankful for my girls, who always willingly help with all the produce we preserve.
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&lt;br /&gt;It's a busy time but the work we do now will taste so good when the ground is covered in snow and all this fresh summer fruit is just a memory.
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&lt;br /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-7829126742202035240?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-fruit-goodness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hmv-EA1aDs/TlxgAJC_0wI/AAAAAAAACIM/4pq0pyGcdkE/s72-c/DSCF2527.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-6955985302007494335</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2011 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-22T11:07:12.270-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Crafts</category><title>Kitchen Dry Erase Board</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I've been planning to make one of these for quite a while, ever since seeing one in a friend's kitchen. I finally got around to it on Friday and am already loving having it.
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&lt;br /&gt;I make a lot of little notes to myself in the kitchen on scraps of paper or various notepads so this should help eliminate some clutter.  I usually make notes when someone is coming for a meal so I don't forget something (yes, I really have done that) and since my best friend was coming for lunch Sunday, I put it to use right away.
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&lt;br /&gt;We have some wallpaper sample books and I was happy to find this paper in one.  I love pansies!  I was tickled with the placement of the flowers in the final project, leaving me lots of room for note making.  The candle, a lovely gift from &lt;a href="http://hospitalitylane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becky&lt;/a&gt;, was lit to remind me to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; at my note to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;call Becky!&lt;/span&gt;  (which took me another day to get around to...).
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&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Cinda,  asked me to make one for her but since Julianne had some frames from a garage sale she was willing to share, we started looking through the wallpaper books right away.  Allison joined in to make one for her room and Cinda made one for herself, one for a friend, and cut out a couple more papers to allow for change on a whim.
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&lt;br /&gt;My frame is wood but the beauty of Julianne's frames is that they are metal, allowing a dry erase marker from Dollar Tree to be attached right to the frame because there's a handy-dandy magnet on the cap.
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&lt;br /&gt;Julianne didn't want to make one yesterday because she had already done one with scrapbook paper when I started talking about the idea.  Hers is hanging on her bedroom wall, mine will sit on the counter on an easel.
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&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to use this for grocery lists, to-do lists, menu ideas, notes to my family, and probably a bunch of other things.  They are so simple, cute, and fun to make.
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&lt;br /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-6955985302007494335?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/08/kitchen-dry-erase-board.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SQ0cyKXL6c/TlHTxvXMpCI/AAAAAAAACH8/4LKiilgKEfA/s72-c/DSCF2364.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-1295298972158920072</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2011 22:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-19T19:43:30.386-04:00</atom:updated><title>Bake Sale</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;The girls' quiz team is trying to raise money for nationals next summer. It always costs a couple hundred dollars for admission, which is plenty for the kids to come up with, but next year we will have a huge additional cost for transportation because we'll be going to...Seattle!
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&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is our church's garage sale to raise money for missions. The quizzers were invited to set up a bake sale during the garage sale and we eagerly accepted.
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&lt;br /&gt;I made lemon curd tarts, homemade Snickers candies, and cupcakes, which the girls were kind enough to decorate the way I'd seen &lt;a href="http://kathyscottage.blogspot.com/2011/06/dahlia-cupcakes.html"&gt;Kathy&lt;/a&gt; do a while back.
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&lt;br /&gt;We laughed time and again as people walked up and commented on how pretty the cupcakes were and how inexpensive our price was on them, then they'd buy cookies or candy. Over and over again.
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&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a lady bought a sunflower one. She informed us that it was so pretty, she was going to take it home and keep it, just to look at. One of the boys thought that was a disgustingly gross idea.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IswbPuvZtmM/Tk7s48DZRtI/AAAAAAAACHk/rPgE3SRI5Zo/s1600/DSCF2359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IswbPuvZtmM/Tk7s48DZRtI/AAAAAAAACHk/rPgE3SRI5Zo/s320/DSCF2359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Julianne wore the new apron Kathy made me for my birthday a couple weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Allison baked for the sale, too-pecan tarts, an apple pie, and a black-and-blueberry pie.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NK5b-c2mFls/Tk7s5NEQBZI/AAAAAAAACH0/YeAq30o_rN8/s1600/DSCF2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NK5b-c2mFls/Tk7s5NEQBZI/AAAAAAAACH0/YeAq30o_rN8/s320/DSCF2358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Allison also contributed her kanzashi flowers to benefit the quizzers. She priced them very inexpensively and they sold like...well, not like hotcakes since we weren't selling them...but much better than the beautiful cupcakes.
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&lt;br /&gt;The people of the church were so generous in providing baked goods that our one day bake sale was extended to two and we still had lots of leftovers.  We popped things in the freezer and hope to get people to take them home on Sunday for a donation, rather than letting them go to waste.
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&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a final count yet, but I think they made over $300.  They're off to a nice start but we're brainstorming for ideas to make sure that money doesn't keep any of the kids from being able to go to nationals.  Any suggestions?
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&lt;br /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-1295298972158920072?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/08/bake-sale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwGj3awCutE/Tk7s4mvnRgI/AAAAAAAACHc/P-tVuhjjCMc/s72-c/DSCF2354.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-126936939910964604</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2011 01:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-08T21:52:31.492-04:00</atom:updated><title>Allison's birthday</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I finally took the memory card out of my camera tonight to take a look at what was on it. Not much, that's for sure. Allison's 14th birthday has come and gone and I felt bad for not taking any pictures of her special day.
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&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten about these:
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XUpJapLmBms/TkCQvaxzUVI/AAAAAAAACHE/tSGStkOOaIg/s1600/DSCF2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XUpJapLmBms/TkCQvaxzUVI/AAAAAAAACHE/tSGStkOOaIg/s320/DSCF2332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;We were at Family Camp on her birthday and some friends "flamingoed" her.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYnAwCbMVG0/TkCQvkQMbHI/AAAAAAAACHM/QO8MsHpinYk/s1600/DSCF2340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYnAwCbMVG0/TkCQvkQMbHI/AAAAAAAACHM/QO8MsHpinYk/s320/DSCF2340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;I was up before her, so I was waiting outside the tent when she came out.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwOX652_7JE/TkCQvsjxLvI/AAAAAAAACHU/nOW6L1qhod0/s1600/DSCF2334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwOX652_7JE/TkCQvsjxLvI/AAAAAAAACHU/nOW6L1qhod0/s320/DSCF2334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;She did have a happy birthday, although we had our annual grilled pizza party that night so it certainly wasn't a &lt;em&gt;relaxing&lt;/em&gt; birthday. We figure we served about 140 pizzas in two and a half hours. We were hopping!
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&lt;br /&gt;We asked her before scheduling it if she wanted us to steer clear of her special day but she said it was fine. Maybe she likes having such a big party on her birthday, even if we don't serve any cake?
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&lt;br /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-126936939910964604?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/08/allisons-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XUpJapLmBms/TkCQvaxzUVI/AAAAAAAACHE/tSGStkOOaIg/s72-c/DSCF2332.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-5848147150891107533</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2011 12:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-13T08:30:00.298-04:00</atom:updated><title>If you give Karen a KitchenAid...</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;My mom &lt;a href="http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-to-me.html"&gt;gave me her old, almond KitchenAid &lt;/a&gt;a couple years ago when she got a new, bigger, red one. I anticipated having to replace a gear in it right away but it has run like a champ until it recently started making a noticeable noise. We ordered the worm gear and some replacement grease, studied &lt;a href="http://www.neilcrockett.com/mixer.htm"&gt;tutorials&lt;/a&gt; online for changing the gear and were confident we could do it. And yes, I use the term "we" very loosely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you give me an almond KitchenAid, which needs a gear replaced, I am going to decide that it shouldn't remain almond, but should be painted while it is taken apart. Even though my husband said if I didn't like the color, maybe I should be shopping for one in a color I prefer. Nah. That'd be too easy, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm going to paint it, I'm going to start dreaming of a custom paint job. Think of the color possibilities if the bump shop painted it for me. Imagine metallic candy apple red.  Wouldn't that be beautiful?  I called to ask about it. I had to carry it in for them to look at in order to give me a quote, so I did. Their guess was $100, just for the paint, with labor tacking on a bit more. Adding that to the price of the gear, grease, and shipping, Clarence's idea of buying new was starting to make more sense. The guy at the bump shop told me he was sure the appliance paint I was also considering, while nowhere near as durable as the paint job he could do, would be quite adequate for the usage the mixer would see. For $5 or so a can, I decided it was worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed each piece thoroughly, sanded with fine grit sandpaper to rough up the finish (and also to smooth out a chip or two), washed it again and made sure it was absolutely dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6h-TeThRbws/ThyM2wfe82I/AAAAAAAACGk/7u8R8wTiLBM/s1600/DSCF2134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6h-TeThRbws/ThyM2wfe82I/AAAAAAAACGk/7u8R8wTiLBM/s320/DSCF2134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ever-patient husband rigged up something to hold the top and suggested foam ear plugs to plug the holes in the sides when I wondered aloud how I would possibly tape them effectively. He also mentioned using aluminum foil to cover the back of the motor, so I used it for that and a couple other areas I couldn't just tape.&lt;br /&gt;&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/-u62pONXpeCU/ThyM3uExs-I/AAAAAAAACGs/QJt9WME4ZvU/s1600/DSCF2138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u62pONXpeCU/ThyM3uExs-I/AAAAAAAACGs/QJt9WME4ZvU/s320/DSCF2138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old pegboard and a picket fence section worked to keep other pieces lifted off the table for easier painting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRrYkJezR48/ThyM35Yl_oI/AAAAAAAACG0/7mBaodp6IfE/s1600/DSCF2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRrYkJezR48/ThyM35Yl_oI/AAAAAAAACG0/7mBaodp6IfE/s320/DSCF2141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got it painted, Clarence reassembled it. It didn't work at first but he was able to troubleshoot the problems and resolve them (the biggest problem being that I reinserted the things on the side of the motor incorrectly. Sigh. I was just trying to help by doing what I could. Next time, I'll leave it to the expert).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8jOEr4u4EU/ThyM4aizIBI/AAAAAAAACG8/m6HL1Q1yRTE/s1600/DSCF2175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8jOEr4u4EU/ThyM4aizIBI/AAAAAAAACG8/m6HL1Q1yRTE/s320/DSCF2175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a time consuming process, with some very frustrating moments, especially for Clarence, but it is possible to not only repair a KitchenAid yourself but also to give it a fresh paint job.&lt;br /&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-5848147150891107533?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-you-give-karen-kitchenaid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6h-TeThRbws/ThyM2wfe82I/AAAAAAAACGk/7u8R8wTiLBM/s72-c/DSCF2134.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-1941237062341990670</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2011 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-12T12:30:45.849-04:00</atom:updated><title>Grandpa's Get Well flowers</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;When Clarence's dad had open heart surgery last month, my mother-in-law told the girls that she was sure Grandpa would like some flowers they made much more than a bouquet of real ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison got right to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a container and some ribbon at the dollar store, we put some foam inside it, and she cut wooden skewers to add to the Kanzashi flowers she made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cMMk5CBivwk/Thx02KiOcoI/AAAAAAAACGc/JBJQpEFQr1o/s1600/edit%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cMMk5CBivwk/Thx02KiOcoI/AAAAAAAACGc/JBJQpEFQr1o/s320/edit%2B1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sorry for the poor quality photo-an ipod was all we had for a camera)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma was right-Grandpa really liked his bouquet. In fact, when he got some compliments on it from his nurses, he was offering to work as Allison's agent and sell some of her flowers from his hospital bed. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-1941237062341990670?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/07/grandpas-get-well-flowers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cMMk5CBivwk/Thx02KiOcoI/AAAAAAAACGc/JBJQpEFQr1o/s72-c/edit%2B1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-3046627316014769402</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2011 00:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-10T21:49:16.524-04:00</atom:updated><title>Quiz Nationals</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;We've been home from nationals for over a week so I thought it was high time I blogged about it. This decision has nothing, of course, to do with being shamed by my family today over my lack of blog updates. Nope, nothing at all to do with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fantastic week at nationals. Our assistant pastor/coach was pretty confident that all three of our church's teams would bring home trophies. Instead, we were eliminated earlier than we've ever been eliminated before. Disappointing but, as Pastor Dale said, the scripture they have all hidden in their hearts is more important than any trophy. Plus, they still had a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hvd4X0xW2Lw/ThpFWqBia7I/AAAAAAAACGE/8nW_dxNVttE/s1600/DSCF2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hvd4X0xW2Lw/ThpFWqBia7I/AAAAAAAACGE/8nW_dxNVttE/s320/DSCF2185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianne's team during a bye.&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/-3kdBQ56dwXs/ThpFW-eJBAI/AAAAAAAACGM/6sCyRsS9mOI/s1600/DSCF2215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kdBQ56dwXs/ThpFW-eJBAI/AAAAAAAACGM/6sCyRsS9mOI/s320/DSCF2215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison's team, waiting for the next round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FxKQuUmFC7Q/ThpFXZN9qWI/AAAAAAAACGU/AunNe9cO4E0/s1600/DSCF2262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FxKQuUmFC7Q/ThpFXZN9qWI/AAAAAAAACGU/AunNe9cO4E0/s320/DSCF2262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Quiz Band" sang &lt;em&gt;Forever&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/U0l7_vsOxp8"&gt;a song recorded by Fireflight&lt;/a&gt;, at the talent show. I didn't know the song before they started practicing, but I really like it and the kids did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme for nationals this year was "I AM". At the first night's chapel service, the denominational quiz director spoke on the theme and one thing he said was simple, yet I found it to be so profound and continue to think on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"If God's name is I AM, then what does that make our name?&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went on to say that for every cry of our heart, I AM is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure where my next meal is going to come from."  "I AM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is going to love me?"  "I AM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's new?"  "I AM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's lasting?"  "I AM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not smart (strong, good, talented, etc.) enough."  "I AM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one's listening to me."  "I AM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many more, but I'm sure you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our girls being in quizzing-they have learned so much each year as they study the Bible in such detail-but each year we've attended nationals, I come away so thankful that I get to attend with them and be a part of the week. The chapel messages are always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; good-just think of preaching to a congregation where a majority of those listening might have your whole scripture text memorized. Then there's the testimony/communion service on Thursday-this year, with 3-minute limits, there were quizzers testifying for two-and-a-half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't count the opportunity to see so many young people having so much fun quizzing on the Bible, it's an incredible experience. I'm so glad we were able to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-3046627316014769402?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/07/quiz-nationals.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hvd4X0xW2Lw/ThpFWqBia7I/AAAAAAAACGE/8nW_dxNVttE/s72-c/DSCF2185.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-4809473001020637815</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-02T10:29:42.298-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sweet 16</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;16 years ago God blessed us with the gift of Julianne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLYUik8gOEU/Tg3aIGgzv-I/AAAAAAAACF0/E9C7dfifBEw/s1600/DSCF2264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLYUik8gOEU/Tg3aIGgzv-I/AAAAAAAACF0/E9C7dfifBEw/s320/DSCF2264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLYUik8gOEU/Tg3aIGgzv-I/AAAAAAAACF0/E9C7dfifBEw/s1600/DSCF2264.JPG"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;She has enriched our lives in so many ways and we are so thankful that we get to share life with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;We've been at Quiz Nationals all week, and don't leave until after dinner tonight, so we aren't having cake today.  However, she gets to spend her special day with a few hundred friends, so it isn't all bad,right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Sweet 16, Sweetheart!  We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &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;" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/32447954121346082-4809473001020637815?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/07/sweet-16.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLYUik8gOEU/Tg3aIGgzv-I/AAAAAAAACF0/E9C7dfifBEw/s72-c/DSCF2264.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-3028097365743845121</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jun 2011 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-15T11:27:38.734-04:00</atom:updated><title>Update on Dad</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad's surgery was a success!  They ended up replacing his mitral valve and doing two bypasses.  The second valve repair apparently wasn't necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was an extremely long day (my apologies for not updating sooner-we were exhausted) but the news has all been good.  He is doing as well as can be expected.  We are so thankful and blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for the prayers.  We appreciate them more than we can say.&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/32447954121346082-3028097365743845121?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/06/update-on-dad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-744546227111877646</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 02:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-13T22:09:59.298-04:00</atom:updated><title>Prayer request</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Tomorrow morning (Tuesday) Clarence's dad is set to undergo open heart surgery to fix/replace two valves and have two bypasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VRhyx5UMt0Q/TfbCzdNYjBI/AAAAAAAACFU/CC87_cPbUlw/s1600/DSCF0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VRhyx5UMt0Q/TfbCzdNYjBI/AAAAAAAACFU/CC87_cPbUlw/s320/DSCF0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we visited them in Florida this winter, we cut our trip short to save some of Clarence's vacation days, fully expecting to return to Florida within a couple of weeks for Dad's surgery. He opted not to have the surgery in Florida and came home earlier than usual, planning to have it done here. It's been 3 months since they came home but the day is finally here. I think we're all more than a little anxious-at least I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would so appreciate your prayers for Carl-for a successful surgery and a good recovery.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-744546227111877646?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/06/prayer-request_13.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VRhyx5UMt0Q/TfbCzdNYjBI/AAAAAAAACFU/CC87_cPbUlw/s72-c/DSCF0692.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-5830781519284237631</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2011 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-08T11:33:20.799-04:00</atom:updated><title>Color coordination is everything</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;The girls' adopted grandparents attended their recital a couple weeks ago, even though Grandma S. hasn't been feeling well. They are so kind to the girls (and Clarence and I) and I am as thankful for them as we are for our own parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young girls in attendance were passing out little sprigs of lilac blooms to all of us and I couldn't resist teasing Gordon just a bit. The lilacs did, after all , match his shirt so very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DC7sclbVAXo/Te-Vcw5LTkI/AAAAAAAACFI/JTYlo8KEG2s/s1600/DSCF2122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DC7sclbVAXo/Te-Vcw5LTkI/AAAAAAAACFI/JTYlo8KEG2s/s320/DSCF2122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he a good sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-5830781519284237631?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/06/color-coordination-is-everything.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DC7sclbVAXo/Te-Vcw5LTkI/AAAAAAAACFI/JTYlo8KEG2s/s72-c/DSCF2122.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-3865696418030783533</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2011 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-03T22:26:20.833-04:00</atom:updated><title>The new pie plate</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;My mom was recently very excited to find a 12-inch pie plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the one my grandma used when I was growing up, Mom says, though I guess I never paid attention to the size of Grandma's pies. I was always just happy to see pie (unless it was the dreaded mincemeat pie, complete with venison and who knows what else). Shudder. I realize I was a picky eater as a child but even now, with my much broader palate, you still won't find me trying mincemeat pie. Scarred for life, I'm tellin' ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've got that all off my chest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom ended up finding a couple more of the extra large pie pans and gifted me with one. Allison's eyes lit up when she saw it. She loves making pie and Clarence and I, of course, like to encourage our childrens' passions. That's what parents are supposed to do, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eHfUyonmRwM/TemVDv9-IrI/AAAAAAAACFA/DfLl5B8mDO4/s1600/DSCF2130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eHfUyonmRwM/TemVDv9-IrI/AAAAAAAACFA/DfLl5B8mDO4/s320/DSCF2130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're trying to empty one of our freezers and it contains all our frozen fruit and veggies (among many other things-sigh). I was making pumpkin cranberry bread as part of the freezer purge and had half a bag of cranberries left. So, I asked Allison to use some of our frozen apples and the leftover cranberries to make a pie. Ahh, the perfect opportunity to try out the giant pie pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the prettiest pie she's made yet. And it is certainly delicious!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-3865696418030783533?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-pie-plate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eHfUyonmRwM/TemVDv9-IrI/AAAAAAAACFA/DfLl5B8mDO4/s72-c/DSCF2130.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-655114124304061268</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2011 03:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-27T23:45:50.595-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">homeschooling</category><title>The things you find at garage sales...</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I'll apologize in advance-this is a long story-but it's one of those "coincidence" things that you just know in your heart God has orchestrated for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two summers ago, the girls and I cruised through a subdivision garage sale near our home. As we left one house empty-handed, we saw the next house was also having a sale and walked over to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found quite a bit of music, and picked some of it up for the girls to use for piano lessons. We started chatting about the music this young mom was selling and she mentioned that she went to college for voice and used to give lessons but had stopped. Somehow, we then started discussing homeschooling. They were thinking about homeschooling their young daughter and I had to mention how much we had loved Five in a Row for those early school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left with her phone number on a sticky note, stuck to some of the music, so I could check back with her to see if she would be doing voice lessons in the future. The note immediately disappeared. I was disappointed, because Clarence and I had discussed finding someone to give the girls voice lessons in the past and now I didn't know how to reach her. I didn't even remember which street was hers-let alone which house she lived in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months passed. One evening last spring, as I was greeting a friend at the library, this family walked past who looked very familiar. She saw me and spoke, reminding me that I'd been to her garage sale. I apologized for losing her phone number and she kindly gave it to me again. But life was busy and I never got around to calling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, last fall, returning from a little vacation, we stopped to eat at a local diner. I went to wash my hands and passed their family sitting in a booth. I was embarrassed that I hadn't called her; she was, as always, sweet and gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I called and we made arrangements for lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls love their voice lessons. Tiffany is incredibly encouraging while pushing them to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was their year end recital. Since they aren't having a piano recital, Tiffany suggested they play as well as sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Uny-ovXJ7Y/TeBuWuGedzI/AAAAAAAACEk/w7Fcn8S_dro/s1600/DSCF2120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Uny-ovXJ7Y/TeBuWuGedzI/AAAAAAAACEk/w7Fcn8S_dro/s320/DSCF2120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They each played the piano, then sang individually and together. &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/--ZrzhE-LgxA/TeBuW1MmpII/AAAAAAAACEs/grfrIDJNLU8/s1600/DSCF2118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ZrzhE-LgxA/TeBuW1MmpII/AAAAAAAACEs/grfrIDJNLU8/s320/DSCF2118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/-XRMiVr4IewM/TeBuXQBJDiI/AAAAAAAACE0/-go_lhTPTL0/s1600/DSCF2117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRMiVr4IewM/TeBuXQBJDiI/AAAAAAAACE0/-go_lhTPTL0/s320/DSCF2117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany also asked the girls to bring some things they've done this year to display. Julianne brought a frame she mosaic-ed, that gorgeous doily she crocheted for our anniversary, and her quiz trophy. Allison shared the DNA earrings she made, an origami box with rick rack roses inside, a kanzashi bouquet, and her quiz trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been so blessed to get to know this family this year. Tiffany shared the story of how we met tonight and said that our conversation helped them make the decision to homeschool their daughter. They've tried Five in a Row, too, and love it as much as we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, once the girls started lessons, I haven't run into Tiffany anywhere again. Don't you love those little coincidences that aren't really coincidence at all?&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-655114124304061268?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-you-find-at-garage-sales.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Uny-ovXJ7Y/TeBuWuGedzI/AAAAAAAACEk/w7Fcn8S_dro/s72-c/DSCF2120.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-3300680668028685862</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 May 2011 23:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-19T20:04:43.368-04:00</atom:updated><title>Trust me...</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I know, I know...it looks bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, believe me, it tastes way better than it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's grilled romaine. And it is delicious! It has a touch of smokiness when you eat it, which makes for a wonderfully different salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3xW0n5HZLM/TdWuLoTUBeI/AAAAAAAACEc/BUPMoiz3oSA/s1600/DSCF2110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3xW0n5HZLM/TdWuLoTUBeI/AAAAAAAACEc/BUPMoiz3oSA/s320/DSCF2110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rinse my heads of romaine, pulling them apart a bit at the top so the water can get all through. I let them drain and try to shake off any excess water. Next, I cut them the long way and brush some olive oil on the cut side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't take very long at all on the grill-you don't want to actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cook&lt;/span&gt; them. Some of the leaves get wilted but most of it retains some crispiness. And, the smoky flavor? Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since organic romaine tends to be small heads, we usually get two servings out of each head as a main dish salad. Oh, and you can thank me for sparing you the blurry picture of my salad once it was made. You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this, now that grilling season is here. You won't be sorry. Trust me.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-3300680668028685862?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/05/trust-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3xW0n5HZLM/TdWuLoTUBeI/AAAAAAAACEc/BUPMoiz3oSA/s72-c/DSCF2110.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32447954121346082.post-1346355991754447996</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 May 2011 00:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-18T21:49:27.334-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">homeschooling</category><title>The Breadwinner</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Our FIAR group read &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Breadwinner-Deborah-Ellis/dp/0888994168/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1305592281&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Breadwinner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in April.One of the moms of our group has a friend who spent several years living in Afghanistan. Her friend came to speak to us about life in Afghanistan-and brought along some props!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell who is wearing the burqua?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KyKOkDWhKfE/TdHIjPZASJI/AAAAAAAACD8/oDgHueg5-J8/s1600/DSCF2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KyKOkDWhKfE/TdHIjPZASJI/AAAAAAAACD8/oDgHueg5-J8/s320/DSCF2019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DIt1DpHfFs/TdHIjI575WI/AAAAAAAACEE/EB-1A1zIYfE/s1600/DSCF2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DIt1DpHfFs/TdHIjI575WI/AAAAAAAACEE/EB-1A1zIYfE/s320/DSCF2022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GrMalFhCfYc/TdHIjTdLHkI/AAAAAAAACEM/ZShvqscHy68/s1600/DSCF2045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GrMalFhCfYc/TdHIjTdLHkI/AAAAAAAACEM/ZShvqscHy68/s320/DSCF2045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book, one of Parvana's jobs is to carry buckets of water up several flights of stairs for her family. The kids filled buckets outside, then carried them up the steps to dump into a washtub. It was a nice day and they managed to have a lot of fun doing it, unlike poor Parvana who saw it only as a dreaded, tedious, back-breaking chore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-FjYKGHpto/TdHIjvrGlvI/AAAAAAAACEU/GTlSoUYN-q0/s1600/DSCF2066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-FjYKGHpto/TdHIjvrGlvI/AAAAAAAACEU/GTlSoUYN-q0/s320/DSCF2066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my hand at making naan bread for our snack. I made the dough, but the kids each rolled out their own for baking.  Almost everyone liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow neglected to post about our book from March.  We read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0689812361/ref=s9_simh_gw_p14_d0_i1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0ZWSN51YVX33BAYQ4HSM&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=470938631&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running Out of Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which was a very interesting read.  I didn't take any pictures that day, which must be why I never blogged about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this book, we discussed dominant and recessive genes, human experimentation, and the ethics involved.  The kids played a game similar to Taboo, where they tried to describe various modern items without using modern words like "plastic".  We shared apple pie as our snack because in the book the family had apple pie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for breakfast&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This book was different than most we've read, but we all really enjoyed it.  I found it thought provoking while still being a quick, easy read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32447954121346082-1346355991754447996?l=bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bluebarnbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/05/breadwinner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KyKOkDWhKfE/TdHIjPZASJI/AAAAAAAACD8/oDgHueg5-J8/s72-c/DSCF2019.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

