A Blog About Everything! http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/ en-us Homeschool Blogger Sat, 21 Nov 2009 20:54:00 -0600 Sat, 21 Nov 2009 20:54:00 -0600 I stole this tag from Seven Sisters Tis the Season to be NICE! 1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Wrapping paper 2. Real tree or Artificial? Real tree!!! 3. When do you put up the tree? It all depends on when we get around to it. 4. When do you take the tree down? Again all depends. 5. Do you like eggnog? Its ok, I’m not to big a fan of it though. 6. Favorite gift received as a child? Maybe my American doll, Filisity 7. Hardest person to buy for? My Dad 8. Easiest person to buy for? My Mom (She likes anything pretty) 9. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes! 10. Mail or email Christmas cards? mail 11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Don’t think I have received a really bad one 12. Favorite Christmas Movie? White Christmas 13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? We shoppe for Christmas presents all year long 14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Never 15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Smoked Turkey 16. Lights on the tree? Yes 17. Favorite Christmas song? Oh come Oh come Emanuel 18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Stay at home 19. Can you name all of Santa’s reindeers? hmmm….Dance and Prancer and Vixon, and of course Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. No I can’t name them all. 20. Angel on the tree top or a star? Star 21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Christmas morning. 22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? People say or write “Merry X-mas” 23. Favorite ornament theme or color? Not sure 24. Favorite for Christmas dinner? Smoked Turkey 25. A family Tradition? Making potatoes roles. 26 What do you want for Christmas this year? Books, an Ipod, Books, books, and more books http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/746620/ Sat, 21 Nov 2009 20:54:00 -0600 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/746620/ The Legend of Pussy Willows by Dot McGinnis A Polish legend tells the tale Of tiny kittens, oh, so frail. Along the river’s edge they chased. With butterflies, they played and raced. They came too close to the river’s side And, thus, fell in. Their mother cried. What could she do but weep and moan? Her babies’ fate were yet unknown. The willows, by the river, knew Just what it was that they must do. They swept their graceful branches down Into the waters, all around. To reach the kittens was their goal; A rescue mission, heart and soul. The kittens grasped the branches tight. The willows saved them from their plight. Each springtime since, the story goes, Willow branches now wear clothes. Tiny fur like buds are sprung Where little kittens once had clung. And that’s the legend, so they claim, How Pussy Willows Got Their Name! I found this poem on a website called Poetry Galore. http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/746032/ Thu, 19 Nov 2009 17:07:00 -0600 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/746032/ "Know you what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of today. it is  to gave a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism; it is to believe in love,to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief; it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother in its soul.”  -Francis Thompson http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/745685/ Wed, 18 Nov 2009 13:06:00 -0600 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/745685/ I am sitting here and trying to think of something to write about. To my right, the window is open and letting in a beautiful breeze. The sun is shining and the leaves are falling to the ground with a soft whispering sound. To my left, I can see into my bedroom - spotless and shiny from this morning's cleaning. In front of me (of course) is the computer screen were the tiny thoughts of my mind are being transferred to you. In a little while I will be watching Little Woman with my dear sister, Anna, and enjoying it immensely, I'm sure. I can hear soft snatches of harmonic melodies as Anna listens to Redwall music while doing the dishes. Above the computer screen is a red shelf that contains a tea pot, tea cup and a coffee cup with the words “Faith, Nothing will be impossible for you" - Matthew 17:20. There are several little books that read as follows: Gathered Thoughts, Etiquette for Ladies, and Fair Play and Other Stories. Furthermore, there is an Canon Ink Cartridge, and numerous CDs and labels. Well, I have rambed on some, haven’t I? At least I have emptied my mind! And entertained you. http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/745535/ Tue, 17 Nov 2009 23:09:00 -0600 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/745535/ "Humor is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence. Laugh at your mistakes but learn from them, joke over your troubles but gather strength from them, make a jest of your difficulties but overcome them." — L.M. Montgomery "I'd like to add some beauty to life," said Anne dreamily. "I don't exactly want to make people KNOW more. . .though I know that IS the noblest ambition. . .but I'd love to make them have a pleasanter time because of me. . .to have some little joy or happy thought that would never have existed if I hadn't been born." —    L.M. Montgomery "I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string." —    L.M. Montgomery http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/745274/ Mon, 16 Nov 2009 22:26:00 -0600 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/745274/ The Bridge Builder By Will Allen Dromgoole An old man, going a lone highway, Came, at the evening, cold and gray, To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide, Through which was flowing a sullen tide. The old man crossed in the twilight dim; The sullen stream had no fear for him; But he turned, when safe on the other side, And built a bridge to span the tide. “Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim, near, “You are wasting strength with building here; Your journey will end with the ending day; You never again will pass this way; You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide- Why build you this bridge at the evening tide?” The builder lifted his old gray head: “Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said, “There followeth after me today, A youth, whose feet must pass this way. This chasm, that has been naught to me, To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be. He, too, must cross in the twilight dim; Good friend, I am building this bridge for him.” http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/745128/ Mon, 16 Nov 2009 16:39:00 -0600 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/745128/ Thank you everyone for leaving such nice comments. I'll try posting once or twice a week. Lately, I've been reading Red Wall by Brian Jacque and I've been drawing a lot of Redwall animals. I love Redwall and this week mom bought me a some titles from Ebay that I haven't read before. Here are some of my drawings below. Copyright 2007 by Elizabeth Novak All Rights Reserved http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/427208/ Wed, 14 Nov 2007 20:07:00 -0600 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/427208/ I haven’t blogged in a while, and there is a lot to catch-up on. First I’ll tell you about my goat. I’ll start at the beginning. We wanted goats for a long time and finally we got our wish. A friend was so kind as to give us two goats. One was a nubian and her name was Cherry. The other was a cross between a nubian and a pigmy. Her name was Flicka, which means “little girl” in Swedish. Cherry was pregnant and gave birth to twins, so we had to send Flicka back because we only had one stall.    We had a concrete block that was used for a gas pump in the fenced-in area. Cherry would stand on the block (it was right by the fence) and jump over it into the yard. The twins (by the way, their names are Bulls-Eye and Taffy, would follow her, so we had to give Cherry and Taffy back. We kept Bulls-Eye. Sometimes I would call him “Backwards C” because of a marking on his side that looks like a backwards C. Lately, we have been having trouble with him. He will lean on the bottom of the gate and push so hard that he makes a gap which he squeezes through. Mom fixed that, however by twisting a wire around the bottom of the gate to keep it closed. My goat is a real escape artist.                                                                                   http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/344325/ Mon, 18 Jun 2007 19:07:00 -0500 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/344325/ Elizabeth's Journal Entry, age 7                                       October, 25th 2002      The geese alighted in the field one morning when I wasn't even awake. I woke up and went out to the living room and sat down on the love seat. I called, “Mom, look! There's a whole bunch of geese out in the field.” Mom said, “Yes, I wish Eric could see them.” I said, “Wake him up, Mom, wake him up.” “No, no,” she said. “He’ll  only be disgusted because he can't shoot them.”        The geese looked like they were doing the tango. You could hear the crunch of the soybeans underneath their squeechy feet. Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp...       As I gazed upon the many geese I saw the beautiful colors of their feathers: black, white, and gray. The scales on their legs were orange. When all the geese were eating, one of the leaders set a guard to look out for the girls who were in the field. The guards go up to higher places to make sure that there isn’t anything there.        Claire wanted someone to let our pet goose Peep-Peep out to see if one of the geese would mate  with  her.  No  one  would let her out of the barn because it was tooo cold. I said, "I will." And they said, "All by yourself?" I said, "Yes, I don't mind."         When I went outside the geese looked like statues. They didn’t move. I went into the barn and I heard, “Honk, honk, honk, quack, quack, quack, peep, peep, peep.” I went and let Peep-Peep out and I said to her, “Peep-Peep, we need you for an emergency.” She said, “Honk!” and came right towards me. I grabbed her and pulled her out of her cage. She said, “Honk, honk, hooooooooonk!”       I clomped out of the barn and set her down. I chased her towards the guards. I wondered what would happen. I hoped it wouldn’t be Peep-Peep’s last breath, and it wasn't! She would not go one step near them. She flapped her wings and ran away as fast as she could. I said, “Peep-Peep you're supposed to go to the curious guards!” She just stood there and looked at me. I chased her into the field of golden brown soybeans.       Then the marvelous guards flew up into the air as the flock flew away. I felt like it was my fault that they flew away. Mom comforted me and said, “No, God makes them go places, not you.”  http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/232230/ Sat, 4 Nov 2006 05:21:00 -0600 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/232230/ May 28th,    Three days ago, on a bright sunny afternoon, I was going to the kitchen to get a drink of water when I heard I thought I heard the catbird. The sound kept coming and coming and coming. Then Eric heard it, and said, "Neat, its the catbird."  I didn't think it was one because it didn't really sound like a bird. It  sounded like this, trillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. I have it right here by my head this very minute, but I will not tell you what it is right now.     Back to the story. I looked out the window and didn't see anything, so I stepped outside. There in the bushes by the house was a baby raccoon. I yelled to Eric that it wasn't a catbird, but a baby raccoon. Anna, Eric, and I ran over to see it. Eric said to run and get a net and gloves, so I did. When I came back, the raccoon was in a tree. Eric said, "We'll wait until he comes down and catch him in the net." So we waited and waited. Then mom came down from Mrs. Kraft's where she was  talking. She ran into the house and got the digital and video cameras and started videotaping the raccoon up in the tree. I took some still pictures of it. Eric was sick and got tired of waiting, so he went inside and left mom, Anna, and me to try and catch it.     Then mom gave up and left me and Anna to try alone. I told Anna to get one of the great big plastic pipes and a ladder. When she came back I put the ladder at the base of the tree and climbed to the top with the plastic pipe in my hand. I took the pole and reached up to where he was sitting and tapped his hind leg and tail. He kept backing down the tree until he was almost to the ground. Then I put the net under him and took my glove and pushed him into the net. Mom decided to put him in some rabbit cages that were by the garage. Every time we came past the cages or when we tried to feed him or give him water he growled at us. He was very, very ferocious.    The next day we went to Lake Michigan and had a great day at the beach, as well as a picnic. That night when we came home I put my gloves on and touched him for the first time. The next morning he was even friendlier and I patted him with bare hands. Then I decided to see if I could pick him on and I could.     The next step was taking him into the house, and here I am in the bedroom telling you about him. I'm happy to say he's asleep under mom's arm as she is helping take down this journal entry for me. Next I will tell you about what he likes to do.  http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/188054/ Mon, 21 Aug 2006 21:42:00 -0500 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/bloggirl/188054/