Check out my new website

I have to direct you over to my new site and maybe that might even change very soon, but for now I just had to share.  I hope you’ve enjoyed this.

Having my own domain has been a dream for a while now, and I am so proud that I was able to get it all set up.  using hosted wordpress is a lot more complicated than this one, but the benefits are huge, I have a lot more flexibility, and the site looks fantastic.  Won’t you stop by and see what life is like with 6 daughters

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And the award goes to… ME


I could lie and say I got two awards this week, but in reality I got one this week and one a really long time ago. So long ago that I lost the image file I had saved and had to search the blog of the person who gave it to me in order to track down the image. Hopefully I’ve already established that my lack of outward gratitude doesn’t mean that deep in my heart I’m not seriously honored to have received them.

So- from Momma’s Tantrum (my favorite potty mouth) I go the award on the right for Creativity. The person who started this blog is Arte y Pico which sounds delicious, doesn’t it. Shame on me for growing up in LA County and not understanding enough Spanish to read her blog.

For this award, I have to
• Choose 5 blogs deserving of this for their creativity, design & material.
• Each award should link to the giver of the award
• Link to the Arte Y Pico blog (I already did that)

So here are the 5 most creative bloggers I can think of;

1-Karla at Looking towards Heaven is wonderfully creative, she’s actually a designer and her work is simple, yet beautiful. She has a very distinctive style, I feel like I could identify her work in a lineup, yeah she’s THAT good. And her blog is good, too.

2-Vintage Chica– not only is she super creative but she just got back from a trip to Nicaragua and tells fantastic stories of her time there, with pictures.

3-Michelle at My Heart’s Design, who makes such beautiful scrapbooking cards and photo layouts- BUT get this, when she takes the pictures, she gets down at an angle so you cna see the dimension and the textures of the embellishments. That’s the best part; that’s what sets REAL scrapbooking (which I’ve never done) apart from digital scrapbooking (which is fun) Anyhow- she sells her cards in an etsy store, and she’s a really neat person. You should go and buy them all up.

4-An Altered Journal Journey, who also has an Etsy shop. I totally stalk book alterers. I am fascinated by altered books. I want to do it one day. I just have this stupid thing about, um, not writing in books. Definitely not folding pages. Cutting pages? Painting on them? stapling them together? It’s more than I can handle, and how do you know when you’re done? I’ll do it one day, but for now I just stalk those that do. It’s got to be my favorite art form. Like scrapbooking, only naughty.

5-Heidi from The Trivial Pursuit of Happiness and my due date club, She’s amazing, and her girls are beautiful.

Oops- I’m doing 6 here because I also like A local girl’s day in pictures (but who doesn’t?)
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And on the left, from the beautiful and intelligent Tina at Send Chocolate, I got the magic lamp of luck. The rules for this one are quite complicated, you can view them here at Mariuca: The Genies Return!I promise, I followed most of the rules, OK.

So- the magic genie is going to my amazing friend Mrs Pevensie, who has crashed a borrowed bicycle and dealt with a chewing puppy, but she’s awesome and she runs marathons. I get tired just thinking about it.

And also to Emily, whose life is filled with house guests, hospital visits and organic food when it should be filled with just house guests and organic food.

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That concludes my acceptance speech. Back to regular programming, whereby I attempt to explain the dog situation in my house via pictures.

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Postcards from My Kids

Anyone who knows me knows that I am a huge failure at mailing things. I have thank-you cards and presents that sit at my house for years that never get mailed. Whatever- everyone has their faults. Mailing things is mine. Not that I don’t have others, but mailing things is the one I’m admitting to today.

I’ve been meaning to do this for a while because once I actually did good. Once, I made it my new year’s resolution to mail everyone birthday cards. I think I made it until like August or September. Maybe it was June. It was a long time ago.

Thank-you cards. When I was a kid, we were taught to call and say thank-you. I married into a family that mailed thank-you cards for everything. They also mailbirthday cards, congratulations cards, graduation cards, mothers day cards (to people who aren’t THEIR mother, father’s day cards (ditto) and anniversary cards, this was foreign territory. Anniversaries are private celebrations, aren’t they?

I didn’t get it, at first, I thought it was like a conspired effort to drive me nuts. Maybe these people own stock in Hallmark. I get it now, it’s nice celebrating family that way. I still fail at it, though. I think it’s really nice, really sweet. We think of our faraway family all the time, we talk about them every day. We have pictures of nieces, nephews, cousins, Aunts and Uncles all over our walls. The kids call them frequently, they love to talk on the phone. And, they often make cards to send them. but they never get mailed.

Years go by and my husband and his brother don’t speak to each other, but his wife still sends my kids presents over the holidays. I wish I had my act together enough to send them but it seems like each time the holidays roll around I’m trying just to scrape up enough so that all my kids are amazed a little. Postage last year for our holiday cards was over $50. Or was that the year before?

My brothers married mailers, too. At least one of them. She sent my kids a big huge package of designer hand-me-downs. Including such precious accessories as shoes, hats and purses. What a fantastic aunt. You’d think something as amazing as that would force me to actually mail the thank-you card, but alas. It’s been months. The card is in a little “mail” pocket by my front door. Like it’s waiting.

I think I need a personal assistant, but would that take away the “personal” about it? Maybe that’s what virtual assistants do. I wonder if they do piecework. It’s not that we’re ungrateful- we’re totally grateful. I just forget to mail things. And it’s not just personal things, it’s the bills, too. My gas man is Rick and my Electric man is Adam and the Cable guys rotate between the bald guy and the greasy guy. They’re very friendly. I’m glad they don’t charge extra for door service, because they could totally get away with it.

So why- you might wonder- did I just buy custom made
postcards from Vista Printing? Because they’re cool. I got 50 of them, they let you upload a graphic of your own design. I’m thinking we’ll use them as holiday cards, since this is August and it will probably take me until December to mail them. Anyways, I made a collage with pictures of my kids and “2008” on the side. I even put a picture of my husband and myself.

If you don’t get one, don’t feel bad. There’s one by my front door with your name on it, I’m sure. If this doesn’t work out, I’m going to use the Vista Print mailing service next time, you upload your address book and type in your personal messages and they mail them for you. I hope it doesn’t get that far.

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I forgot the french bread

Yeah- I admit it. I left the house three times tonight and each time I failed to get the french bread. I must be a terrible wife because I KNOW he has this whole carb-addiction thing and yet I keep forgetting to get the bread. Is it really necessary to have bread & pasta in the same meal? Really?

It’s not like we don’t have ANY BREAD. OK, we have an entire loaf of whole wheat bread with little pockets of honey and no high fructose corn syrup. So it’s not french. Maybe it’s a statement. How are those Olympics coming along? Maybe I didn’t WANT to get you french bread. Alas, that is not the case. I really just forgot. But I did get the mighty putty, can you fix the washing machine now? Ooh ooh can I mix it up, please? I saw it on TV and it looks like so much fun. I might even sculpt a coffee cup handle. In fact, I could sculpt so many things with Mighty Putty.

I finished all of those writing jobs, now I need to put together a proposal for a web design. I wish I were better at the artwork end of it. Here’s my personal site that I use to reference my work http://www.lisarussell.org in case you wondered. It has the feeds from almost half of my jobs. Some of the ones I write are ghost-written, so I’m not allowed to call out the real non-writers. I don’t care, the pay for those is great.

The kids are doing well, E1 and M1 (I can’t wait until we move to a bigger city, I will start using their real names) have been going swing dancing a lot, they are really good, and they have a great time. I wish I had done cool stuff like that when I was a kid, I never did anything ever.

People bought the house behind and across the canal from our house. The kids got official permission to cut across their yard to go to the park in exchange for allowing their kids to play in our tree house. Rob and Jamie are the parents. He seems like a nice guy. I couldn’t talk long because of the stupid washing machine situation, I don’t have a lot of clothes and what I was wearing was a tank top with major boob exposure. So I put all my hair in front of me and kind of tucked it in, I hope it didn’t look too stupid/obvious/ whatever.

I’m so tempted to tell that Safeway lady to Google “The devil went down to safeway” every time I see her. What is it about blogging that’s like a secret identity? Rhetorical question, sorry. Every public interaction I have I’m thinking “I could totally blog about you & you’d never know it.” Or whenever someone looks at me sideways I’m like “OMG she recognized me from my blog” and whenever I wave at Thomas at the corner I’m thinking “I blogged about you SUCKA”

Anyways- busy day tomorrow, kid has a dentist appointment, taking the trash out, finishing a website, working on an ebook. And laundry. A lot of laundry. Thank you, mighty putty.

And finally, I leave you with this hilarious email someone forwarded me. Hey- at least I didn’t start with that. And it’s funny. Go ahead, sing it.

I Will Survive

I Will Survive (the first year of homeschooling)
Originally written and produced by Freddie Perren and Dino Fekaris
Originally performed by Gloria Gaynor
Mercilessly altered with apologies by Natalie Criss

First I was afraid
I was petrified.
Kept thinking I could never teach
‘Cause I’m not certified.
But we spent so many nights
Reteaching homework that was wrong.
I grew strong,
so now I teach my kids at home!
We study math
and outer space.
I just kept on despite the fear
with a big smile across my face.
I bought a set of Base Ten blocks.
I bought books with answer keys.
My parents think we’re nuts,
but they don’t even bother me
Come on, let’s go walk out the door.
We’re on the road now,
’cause we’re not home much anymore
My friends would laugh and say we’d be unsocialized.
I heard one mumble
that I’d give up by July.
Oh no, not I!
I will survive!
As long as I know how to read
I know we’ll be alright.
I’ve got all my life to learn.
I’ve got energy to burn.
and I’ll survive.
I will survive.
It took all the strength I had
not to fall apart.
Decided to attend
a play date at the local park,
and I met oh so many moms
who offered eagerly to help.
They used to cry.
Now they hold their heads up high,
and so do we!
My kids are cool!
They’re not those chained up little people
stuck inside at school.
So if you feel like dropping by
and just expect us to be free
you’d better call ahead first
’cause we’re probably busy!

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I’m still alive

I’m sure you were all freaked out, thinking I bled to death or something after the whole E.R. thing. Sorry, Maria.

I’m alive. The stitches are almost ready to come out. My muscles are really sore. On the right arm, from being sliced in half and on the left arm for taking up all the slack.

On a good note, that Mary Kay cellulite cream rocks- I’m sure you wanted to know that OH MY GOSH. It’s amazing. It’s been 3 weeks since I started using it. That’s all I have to say about that.

On another good note, the reason I haven’t updated my blog is because I have had FOUR new writing jobs come up. Two I had applied for a long time ago, One I bid for on rentacoder, a site I just found a week or so ago and another one who found me through Suite101.

I won an editor’s choice award, too for an article about cooking in the curriculum which makes me want to point out that sometimes I write strict homeschool stuff for Suite but the fact is, it’s really a relaxing way to learn. I don’t know why I am all stiff over there. The diversity of my writing topics this week are just exhausting. Sexy Costumes, Morality for Toddlers, Christmas Decorations and Freelance writing (Yes, writing about writing.)

So here are the blog-thoughts that I have failed to write this week

1- Hydrangeas. My kids bring them to me a lot lately, My Grandma’s house (the one that was ripped down to be a highway) had Hydrangeas. She’s really sick lately and it freaks me out. She lives in Maryland. I wish she could live forever.

2- I bought some frozen “Maryland Style crabcakes” for dinner. They were OK. They came with Aoli sauce. That made me laugh. My Grandma would never have made sauce for the crabcakes.

3- big spider in my bathroom. You know you wish you could have read that one.

4- My washing machine is leaking again.

5- I keep wanting to talk smack about a lady I see around town sometimes, She does all of her Granddaughter’s art projects. At Girl Scout camp a few years ago she told the girl “Let me do it, so it’s perfect.” I’ve been seeing her at the ArtsVan on Thursdays at Franklin park. I set the camera on the table and filmed her doing the girl’s project. It’s pathetic. If I had been blogging this week, I would have shared that with you

6- and finally, some video of my baby climbing into the dishwasher to throw all the silverware on the floor. And more pictures of her eating things she shouldn’t be eating like a 9 volt battery, a hammer, and a flip flop.

That’s about it. Not much life-living going on with a bunch of new assignments in the same week. Whatever, I still have that trip to Dallas to pay for and I am not too cool to ask for donations, so here ya go.


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And that’s just about all the news from here. I still have 5 articles that need to be finished by Monday, 1 that’s due tomorrow morning and another 6 that have to be done by Friday in addition to Suite, Bella and TypeA that are supposed to be done weekly.

It’s kind of hard to research grocery coupons with this much work to do. It sure is easy to justify buying electronics, though.

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How to get red carpet treatment at the E.R.

Slice a 6 inch long gash into your bicep, deep, almost to the bone and walk in the door pale and stuttering.

It works every time.

I mean, I’ve only tried it once, but it worked for me.

M1 dropped a 20×24 inch framed picture in her room. The frame broke and I proceeded to clean up the glass so no one would get hurt.

Instead of bringing in the garbage, I stacked the pieces up on the main biggest part and carried it out the front door like a tray.

I bumped into the door frame and didn’t feel anything. Blood was spraying, so I ran into the bathroom (spraying blood all over my living room) and held my arm over the tub shouting “BRING ME A TOWEL” because, I’m thinking, I should tie off my arm like Leo did in Charmed when his memory was erased and he came across the car accident victim and had to stop the bleeding.

Except the cold water didn’t make the blood slow down and I looked at it, like a bloody supersoaker, and I resisted the urge to grab the camera, because the kids were freaking out, I had to be calm. Bubba, take my purse to the car- use the downstairs door. E1, put the baby in the carseat in the car, slipped on my shoes, I’m going to be OK, girls. Heading for the car, honey you have your keys? Skip the stop sign.

I walk into the ER with my bloody towel. I’m stumbling, feeling faint, sure I slashed an artery or something. Oh look, there’s Maria and the new baby. “HI Maria, Can’t talk right now…”

I didn’t know what to say to the lady at the desk. “I need to sit down.” so she walky talkies for a wheelchair and rolls me toward the door inside, triage nurse peeks out her window. I flash her the laceration, no need for conversation. She walky talkies for a someone, they wheel me into the room and some lady named Lisa is asking me if she can throw my towel away while I fade in and out of consciousness.

They only asked me two questions “Did someone do this to you?” and “What were you cut with?” Wound is rewrapped, cold towel on my head, stitches are ordered, blood pressure is 55/79 I get blankets, a barf bag, an audience of interns and I lay trying to focus on thoughts of wellness, healing and breathing deeply to try not to puke.

I took some pride in that every person who saw it kind of gasped, took a deep breath and said something stupid.

They stitch me up. Husband took the baby home and happened to arrive back in while they were stitching, he turned kind of green.

Afterward, they Xrayed. Drew blood to count I don’t know what. Blood pressure came back up to normalish. Sent me home with a vicodin prescription.

I don’t know how many stitches there are. M1 took bloody house pictures, it looks like a crime scene. Blood sprayed all across the living room and all over the bathroom.

They cleaned it up while I was gone.

Now that I have lived through it, I wish I had taken 10 seconds to photograph the cut.

I hope it doesn’t hurt later.

Forgive my spelling and grammar and made up words and lack of punctuation, OK.

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The Devil Went Down to Safeway

Here’s me confessing that I rarely bring my kids with me to the grocery store. So many reasons why;

1- sleazy magazine headlines are worse than kids TV

2- I don’t want to EXPLAIN why you’re not getting a fruit roll up for the 300th time, even if you do pick a yucky flavor, even if you say please and promise to clean and be nice and give me a bite I SAID NO.

3- And shut up please, I am counting. 28.54-1.25 coupons plus 8%tax minus the fucking fruit roll up that I’m going to pretend I don’t see if I remember to do that when you’re trying to unload the cart with no regard for the fact that I am still counting oh and “HI, KATHY” don’t you dare make unnecessary conversation with her, the popsicles will melt.

Yeah- shopping with kids sucks. I can bring them, one at a time. I prefer to bring the infant, she’s easy and the 2 yr old, she just sits in the cart for the ride. But the older kids, no thank you. It takes all the fun out of shopping. And I mean shopping in every female retail therapy sense of the word. See, I don’t get to be one of those shopping moms lately. I haven’t seen the inside of Old Navy in almost a year. I don’t even HAVE sunglasses right now.

(I’m lying just to make a point, but I swear I didn’t buy anything when I was there because it was the $1 flip flop day and the line wrapped around the store, and I laughed because flip flops are $1 at a lot of stores, these doofuses were pissing away their Saturday by standing in line for 2-3 hours to save a few bucks on flip flops with the words “Old Navy” on the side.)

Sorry, I digress.

Anyway, I’ve always hated malls and I’m really just not a shopper, OK. I’m a coupon shopper, Today I am getting 6 bottles of Olay Ribbons and 5 boxes of Ritz crackers for a total of $2 and if you wanna save a few bucks I highly recommend you get addicted to coupon shopping because it is great fun. But I’m not giving you the name of the coupon shopping website because this is a small town with only one Walgreens.

So last week I break my rule because she spent a smaller portion of the day in trouble for being horrid, and I’m thinking I’ll reward her with a nice little trip to the grocery store. We just needed milk but thank goodness I had my coupons with me because I had a 2.25 off of electrasol and it was on sale for $3 AND part of the buy 25 items, get $20 back. Quick math here, if I got 25 electrasols I’d be spending 18.75 and getting back $20- so basically they paid me to take away the electrasol. WooHoo, I love deals like that.

Bubba wants some chocolate but she doesn’t dare ask. When we got to the parking space, some noise outside turned off just in time to emphasize the dramatic sound of the automatic door lock locking her in the car and me saying “Do not ask for anything. If you can make it to the checkstand without asking me for anything, I will get you a treat. If you ask, you get nothing. understand?”

So we had a deal. We’re shopping. I’m counting coupons, getting all excited about the electrasol tabs. She’s restless. She’s not asking. I decided to praise her. “you’re doing great, sweetie.” Why do kids think they can stop being good once you notice it? Whoever thought of positive reinforcement is really an idiot.

Anyway, she doesn’t ever ASK for anything, but she lowers her voice into a deep, throaty, gravelly voice and says

“this is your spirit talking. Buy your kids some Sunny D. Or I will kill you Mwahahahaha.”

and so I ignored her, y’know, just in case it really was a voice in my head. She must have amused herself, so she does it again.

“Lisa, this is a spirit talking. You must buy cookie dough. It’s on sale 2 for $6. Buy it for your kids.”

Some man at that point picked up two of them and walked away, as if he didn’t even hear her, but obviously he did. And his name is Lisa, right?

“Lisa, you must get frozen strawberries for smoothies. They are nutritious. And delicious.”

Wow- the devil is now nutritionally conscious. Some lady shot us a nasty look, so I told Bubba

“Knock it off or I’ll have you exorcised again.”

“Mommy (in the little girl voice, now) “How come you never exercise anymore?”

FINALLY- the checkstand, this is the end of grocery shopping, we made it. Put items on cart, hand cashier coupons. Smile discreetly when he notices my gallon of milk and 25 boxes of electrasol cost a total of $22 and that their machine is printing me a $20 coupon. In a perfect world.

Something beeped and he cursed and so I’m sitting there ready to cut whoever doesn’t cooperate with my couponing, and I hear her, over by the sunglasses, speaking in that voice.

“buy your kids some chocolate bars.”

No way in heck am I buying anyone a chocolate bar at this point. If you allow evil spirits to speak through you at the grocery store, it still counts as asking, and that’s against the rules. No. No. no. I’m ignoring you and giving you the eye, so turn around and look at me. So you can see it.

The lady at the checkstand next to us leans back and says “your kid is freaking me out.” I don’t want to take my eyes off this grocery checker who is like looking up the code or something, I don’t want him secretly palming away my coupons and messing up my game. So I act like I didn’t hear my daughter and say “What is she doing?”

The lady says “She’s invoking Satan to get some chocolates” Here- and she tosses my daughter a mini snickers. “Cool” Bubba says with all five of her missing teeth, and the lady says (smiling, laughing) “just quit it with the voice, kid.”

Oh finally he gives me a total. I smile, just like I planned and he handed me my receipt and didn’t notice the $20. Damn, how anticlimactic. So I comment “And I got $20 back.” Cool. I collect my evil kid and we head out of the store.

Yesterday I went through her line and I said “I think of you every time my daughter makes her Satan voice.” And she says “And I think of her every time I hear Satan.”

If you like stories where kids communicate with the devil, you’ll like this one, too, from Good mom bad mom.

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Bubba

Every now and then one of the girls stands out from the crowd, and sparkles a little extra. Maybe I shouldn’t say sparkles, that might give the reader the impression that she was being extra angelic lately and that isn’t the case at all. In fact, she’s been horrid. Nothing unusual or uncharacteristic for her age (she’s 7). She forgets everything I say within 30 seconds and manages to always do the exact opposite (what are the chances?)

Anyhow, I gave M1 the spotlight a while back, because she was sparkling and now the light will shine on G1.

Did I mention she’s horrid?

She also happens to be amazing. Why are kids like that? As long as her amazing-ness outshines her horrid-ness, she stays out of trouble. Lately she’s been walking a fine line.

I should mention that she started calling herself Bubba when she was two and it just stuck. I realize Bubba isn’t a feminine nickname. I swear it has nothing to do with the fact that I knew in my heart that she was a boy until 3 weeks before she was born. Mothers have instincts, OK. And I do think it would be funny if a boy tattooed Bubba on himself as a tribute to her love. However, I can’t picture a boy worthy and handsome enough saying “I love you Bubba.”

Anyhow, she’s been recycling lately. Each kid has her own financial niche, M1 runs a dog-sitting business and stray dog rescue, E1 shakes us down for babysitting cash, and swindles the littler ones in exchange for trinkets. M2 unfortunately gets paid for being cute and so far the two little ones haven’t found jobs yet, but they’ve got feelers out there and they’re good at networking so I’m not concerned.

Bubba’s got all the neighbors putting their recyclables into crates that she swaps out and empties for them. She’s got my husband’s friends delivering bags and bags full of aluminum cans, plastic bottles and glass bottles. She has like 7 garbage cans all sorted along the side of the driveway. Whenever anyone throws anything away, she grills us to see if we looked for a recycling symbol.

I’m not complaining, 7 garbage cans along the side of the driveway, whatever. My princess is a trash digger, whatever. We’ve even got a rubbermaid bin in the back of the car because there’s always some kind of recyclable garbage in a public parking lot. I’m now packing baby wipes, because I think purell is really overkill.

When she was 3 she liked to wear formal dresses every day. I gave up on regular clothes and bought a bunch of second hand flower girl dresses at Value Village. I didn’t even dry clean them, ever. When she was 4 she went through a period of recurring fevers, every 4-6 weeks she’d shoot up really hot and have nightmares about black things.

She was raised by her sisters. When she was less than 1 we lived in Iowa and I worked full time while she stayed home with her dad and sisters, watching shrek. A lot. When she was 2 1/2 we opened the restaurant and her older sisters (9 and 6) took care of her sometimes in our office and sometimes at home. I am sure they didn’t have stringent TV rules either.

That’s one of the things she’s horrid about right now, reciting the snotty songs and music she hears on TV. I’m trying to reclaim her by banning the television and reading her good books. She’s loving the extra time, and the stories. Last night we read from Little House on the Prairie. Laura has a tendency to be naughty, too. Anne of Green Gables also has a naughty streak. I like discussing misbehavior without blame. I like that in literature she can be exposed to the other person’s perspective.

Shes a bold little girl. She likes gardening, she goes outside in her jammies to sit in the sun each morning before she even eats. She likes construction, she uses power tools and lumber scraps to build things. She built me a little “laptop stand” and even stained it. She worships her Daddy, he can do no wrong. She invents sandwiches all the time. They usually have cream cheese in them. She apologizes to me and it makes me wonder why I ever got angry to begin with. (Then I remember, it was probably her screeching scream) She’s unique. The other day we went hiking (gentle, stroller-pushing on the nature trail hiking.) She “forgot” her shoes, so I made her hike barefoot. I would have given her my flip flops but she never complained. Instead, she said “I love the warm dirt.” When all the other kids complained about our restaurant business, she loved it. She bawled when we closed. She’s still upset about it. She wants to be the president of the company when she grows up. Her other option is to own a coffee and muffin shop. It’s no wonder, she was born in the kitchen. When she lost her first tooth, she removed with needle nose pliers.

In the last picture here, she’s at the recycling center, running back to the car, excited to share with me how much money she made. Yes, she’s wearing a lab coat and a stethoscope. That’s her recycling uniform.

When I had one child, I thought she was the product of me. Every awesome thing she did, I just knew it was because I was doing something right, greatness like that doesn’t simply happen; look at other people’s kids, they suck. Having 6 girls has made me realize that they each really are their own self. And that amazing-ness comes in many flavors. Sometimes, it’s even sour.

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So you’re like, homeschooled. Wanna be a bimbo?

My tweens (Gosh, I hate that word) are just loving a vlog (video blog) of Rebeka J, a homeschooled girl on Youtube. We first found her through this hilarious “So, you’re like homeschooled… video” Actually, I think it’s called Stereotypes, but whatever.

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I got a promotion- Yay Me

I am the new official Homeschooling Feature Writer at Suite101, you can check out my site, please. I’m also the Homeschooling Editor for TypeAmom, and we really need a few writers there, I urge you to come submit a few articles at TypeA. Kelby Carr runs the site and she is a pleasure to work with, and they’re having a back-to-school contest, so come write and enter, OK. Thanks. Suite is accepting writers, too and the income is great. Just pick one, OK. How many times can I say OK?

I am also the new Budget Decor Editor at Bella Online. That is an amazing site. Bella Online has so much to offer in just about everything you could be interested in. Their message forums are active and the site editors are a bunch of hard working, smart ladies. I think it’s the most socially supportive site for writers that I have worked with. If you’re new to writing, or if you think you want to write, check out the “now hiring” at BellaOnline to see what positions they have open.

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