Archive | August, 2011

Back to School – Homeschool Curriculums

31 Aug

This is the post where I talk about what homeschool curriculum I use and which curriculum I would recommend.  I know this will bore a whole bunch of you and I’m sorry, but when a mother decides to homeschool her child/children, there are so many decisions to be made and books to navigate that picking up a Math book can possibly send her into a mad frenzy.  We need second (and third, fourth, and fifth) opinions.

First I’d like to say that I am not a homeschool expert.  I am a novice.  This is homeschooling year two for us.  So take my opinions for what they are worth – another mom’s thoughts.

(ok, I just wrote around 500 and words and erased them, because I didn’t make it past Math.)

I’m just going to tell you which curriculum I love.  That will save time.

I love Teaching Textbooks for Math.  It’s terribly expensive, but it completely frees the parent from doing the teaching.  It keeps all records and grades all quizzes and tests.  I thought it was wonderful.  This curriculum is made for homeschoolers.  It’s fantastic.

I’m not using it this year for reasons that have nothing to do with the program.

History – Story of the World by Susan Wise Bauer (Peace Hill Press) – This is a history program that teaches using the Classical Method of teaching, meaning you begin with the very beginning of history (the ancient world) and move to modern times in four years.  After you complete four years, you start at the beginning and do it again, only more in-depth.

I love starting at the very beginning.  It’s very good place to start. (who said that?)  Story of the World walks you through time with simple stories.  It’s really not meant to stand alone.  The goal is to go to the library and read whole books on each era in time.  We read stories from Ancient Egypt, studied Greek Mythology, learned about the Roman Empire, read books on Ancient China, etc.  I think we spent the most time on Ancient Egypt and Ancient Greece.  That’s where my kids showed the most interest and there’s so much to learn.

I’ll be using Story of the World again this year.

Drive thru History DVDs – They are worth every single penny you spend on these DVDs.  They are full of information that’s given in such an entertaining way that even my third grade daughter loved watching them.  I learned so much from these videos that I want to travel the world now.  My kids would always ask to watch these and then we’d show them to my husband at night.

Last year we watched Rome if You Want It, Turkish Delight, Greece and The World, East Meets West.  This year I bought Soldiers, Jamestown, and Heroes of Virginia, New York, New Jersey, and Washington’s Warriors, Patriots, Penn, and The Freedom Trail, Columbus, The Pilgrims, and Early Boston…that’s 4 DVDs worth.

Apologia Science – I don’t think I would use any other science curriculum.  My kids learned SO much and they read these books even when we aren’t in school.  I love them.  They are set up to do science two days a week, but you can break it down for younger children so that they do a little bit each day.

Reading – An Ordinary Parent’s Guide to Teaching Reading.  I bought this to review with my daughter.  It’s very thorough and the lessons are short and easy.  I think the best way to become a good reader is to read.  You can gift your child with a love of reading by reading to them when they are babies and continuing until they are reading everything they can get their hands on.  It’s not a cheap hobby, I must warn you, but once a child can read, he can learn anything.

That’s it.  I’m changing my English and Spelling program this year.  We began Spanish last year and will continue; however, my son will also be taking Greek.  His choice.  He’s wanted to learn Greek for a long time.

That’s it.  If you’d like more specifics, please email me.  Hope you all enjoy your school year whether you’re homeschooling or going to school.  In New York we begin right after Labor Day.  I know, we’re late, but we go to school through to the end of June.

Learn lots and have fun!

I’d love to hear which programs you use.  Be sure to leave a comment and tell me all about them.

Couponing Stocked My Shelf

30 Aug

I’ve never watched the extreme couponing show on tv.  I knew I never saved big money with coupons in the grocery store, but I was intrigued.  People are saving lots of money.

I asked myself two question:

How does it work?  Can it work for me?

Here’s what I found out.

You must use a coupon in conjunction with a major store sale.

Yes, it can work for me.

That’s the basic explanation, but couponing isn’t simple.  It’s a complicated labyrinth of store flyers, $1.00 squares of coupon, and TIME.  Yes, couponing takes time.  I do believe that the more you do it, the better and quicker you get; however, I’m still slow.

The only grocery stores I have in my area are Super Wal-Mart and Hannaford.  Neither run great promotional sales.  My coupons will only take me so far there, but I do have a CVS in my town.  CVS runs crazy weekly specials.

I googled how to coupon and I watched videos, read lots and lots, and decided to focus on one store.  CVS.

I love that store now.

I’ve been at this for a few weeks and my savings are growing each week.  I spend Sunday going through the coupons that come in the Sunday paper and clipping them.  I put them in a binder filled with plastic card sheets.  They are the sheets used to hold baseball cards.  My son graciously gave me a few.  He doesn’t collect baseball cards, but he does have fifty-million Star Wars cards.  After my coupons are in the binder, I go online and search the most recent CVS flyer.  You can enter your zip code, so you get the appropriate flyer.

Here’s my book.

Nothing fancy.  I’m sure it could be more organized, but this IS organized for me.

My son asked me the other day if all the time I spent on coupons is worth it.  I told him I wasn’t sure, but I was going to find out.  So Monday morning, armed with coupons, two kids, and a plan of attack, I walked into CVS.

I opened my coupon book right on top of my cart.  Then I pulled out my detailed list and a calculator.  That’s how I shopped.  My son trailed behind me with an extra cart.  People gave me funny looks.  I smiled and waved.

I walked out with this bounty.

I paid $28.74 for all of this.

I thought that was pretty good.  Every item was on sale.  I did not have a coupon for the water, but the water was on sale for $2.22 a case and that’s a good deal.  We don’t drink our tap water because it’s nasty and will kill you.

The Oral B Floss I got for free.  The Dawn dish soap I got for free.  Everything else was very discounted.

I also received $9 in xtra bucks to use on my next purchase.  In CVS language that’s a free $9 for my next shopping trip. Gotta love it!

So here’s what I learned.

  1. Give yourself time to figure things out.
  2. Don’t buy beyond your budget even if it’s a good deal.  Work with what money you have.
  3. Pick one store and become familiar with the card system and sales in that store.
  4. Learn to buy name brands. I know this goes against the thrifty grain, but name brands go on sale and manufacturers put out coupons only for name brands.
  5. Don’t be loyal to a brand.  Be flexible.  If something is free or only pennies, that makes it easier to enjoy other brands.
  6. Have some fun!  Treat yourself to a discounted bag of M&M’s.  (I passed up that sale this week thank you very much. *pats own back*)
  7. Show your husband your haul and receipt.  He’ll be pretty amazed.

After I paid and we were walking to the car, my son said, “I can’t believe all this only cost us twenty-eight dollars.”

I still have lots to learn, but I knew my time spent clipping coupons on Sunday night was worth it on this Monday Morning.

What about you?  Have you tried couponing??

**  On a side note – if you accumulate too much stuff, there are women’s shelters all over our land who take abused women and children and offer them a new beginning.  they are always looking for these products.  They’d be more than happy to help lighten your load and you’ll get to be a blessing to some women in need.

A Weekend With Irene

29 Aug

I heard you had a date with Irene?  So many on the East Coast did.  The big question is, how did it go?

Our date went splendidly.  With only some wind and rain, we survived.  The back of my house didn’t even leak and every single time we get torrential rains, it floods the back of my house.  I am thankful.

Some of you weren’t so fortunate.  Your date didn’t go quite as well and I’m sure your basement is flooded, you lost power, and perhaps you have a downed tree or two.  Sorry.  If I’m close in proximity, I’ll come help you.

We saw a truck turned upside down on our way to church.  I think he got stuck in a combination of too much water on the road and a big gust of wind.  He got out unscathed.  His truck wasn’t so fortunate.

My family lived in Pensacola, Florida for hurricane Ivan.  It was terrible.  We lost many trees, our car, and had eleven thousand dollars worth of damage to our house.  But, we were the lucky ones.  Practically ever two houses or so were completely destroyed with trees falling through their center, cutting them in half.  It was a terrible storm, one that my husband worked through.  He’s got some stories to tell!

But I won’t talk about today, because right now it’s all about Irene.  FringeMan worked a lot this weekend, so the kids and I entertained ourselves.

We played Lego checkers, because Legos work themselves into every part of our lives.  Thank you very much FringeBoy.

I lost every game in record time.

FringeBoy claims he hasn’t lost a came of checkers in three years.

I think I believe him.

FringeKid decided she wanted to learn how to bake bread.

So we made pretzels.  Recipe HERE.

She did all the work really.

I was held captive by junk in my son’s room.  I went in armed with trash bags and determination.  We could have filmed an episode of hoarders, juvenile edition.

I removed six full trash bags.

SIX!

I love my son.

Ignore the stain down the front of my daughter’s shirt.  It’s apple cider.  We’re clumsy around these parts.

The weekend culminated with a stormy game of Monopoly.  I didn’t win.

How was your date with Irene?  What did you this weekend??

Fiction Friday – Picture This

26 Aug

“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”  ~ Judy Garland

 Chapter 4

 Tony sat on a park bench, far enough away not to get in the way, but close enough to see the curve of Lacy’s bottom in her designer jeans.  This isn’t the Lacy I know, but I sure do like her, he thought.

Lacy became another woman when she had her camera in hand.  Usually shy and quiet, she directed the three boys in active play, running after them and capturing spontaneous fun with click after click of her camera.  She must have taken two hundred pictures and they’d only been at the park for twenty minutes.  A middle-aged couple, her with her fancy clothes and he with his golf shirt, stood nearby.  They were at least twelve or thirteen years older than Tony, but you wouldn’t know it by their faces.

“Maybe it’s all the child energy surrounding them.”  Tony muttered, running a hand through his thick curls.

There were days when he already felt ready for retirement, especially this last week.  He thought moving from fighting fires to driving the emergency truck would give him a little break, but things were busy lately.  Last week he assisted in treating and transporting three heart-attack patients and Mrs. Horrender.

Stretching his legs out in front of him, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.  Sleeping on the couch left him with knotty muscles and droopy eyes, but he’d do just about anything to be close to Lacy.

An hour or so later, Tony sensed rather than heard Lacy plop down on the bench next to him.  He lifted his head, running a calloused hand over his face.

“Looks like you may have gotten a bit too much sun.”

“Felt good.  I don’t see nearly enough sun in the north country.  No wonder you like it down here.”

Lacy leaned back, sighing contentedly.  Finishing a photo shoot always calmed her, focused her thoughts, and quieted her memories.

“You done with those pictures of yours?”

“For now.  I’ve still got a couple of hours work at home, uploading and tweaking the pictures in Photoshop.  I can’t settle for good enough when it comes to my pictures.  I feel like I owe the families more than that.  I want them to look their best.  More importantly I hope every one of my customers loves their pictures.”

“That’s why you’re so good at what you do.”  Tony said.  “How’d you get into photography anyway?”

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Just click on the green Mister Linky logo and then add your specific URL.

This is designed as a time to encourage writer, wanna-be writers, and anyone who wants to take on a little challenge.

Go visit the others who link and be generous with your comments.

It’s always interesting to see your writing through someone else’s eyes.

Fiction Friday with The Domestic Fringe

Cannot wait to read your work!

My Empty Brain Download, Part 2

25 Aug

I forgot that I have a Giveaway going on!

The Winner is…

Drum-Roll Please

KATY!

Congrats Katy.  You’re going to have to help me out and send me your full name and address please.  I promise not to sell it to any junk mail associates.

Hope you enjoy your Fringe Vanilla!

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*  I went to CVS and bought super-duty Zantac.  It’s working already.  Heartburn be gone!  Thank you Lord.

**  Yesterday I cooked up a pot of spaghetti sauce which I did not eat due to the whole heart-burn issue, but my daughter got wowed by my apron (thank you mom).  I even wore a necklace (not pearls) and heals (wedges) while I cooked.  I was a regular Donna Reed.

Today I haven’t yet shed my sweat pants and t-shirt.

***  School is about to begin in New York.  Did you hear me struggle for breath?  I had a mild hearty-tack.

I am NOT ready for school!

Yes, I am homeschooling again this year.  That’s why I’m not ready, otherwise, I’d be dancing in the aisles of Staples and buying hundreds of glue sticks.  I still bought glue sticks, but it wasn’t quite as much fun.

I’m not sure how to say this without offending someone, but I’m not a homeschooler at heart.  I don’t love teaching my kids fractions, verbs, and spelling words.  I’m sorry.  It’s just not my thing.

My kids did do fabutastically in the academic area last year and that’s why we are going for one more year.  Probably only one more year.

My kids really miss the ‘too many kids in a classroom’ part of school and I don’t really blame them.  We’re all kinda social and hate being stuck at the kitchen table all winter diagraming sentences and exploding flour and water volcanoes.  Everything’s more fun with a crowd, at least that’s our thought process.

If we could homeschool together with 3 or 4 other homeschool families, we’d enjoy ourselves immensely, but then that would be school.

****  If you want, I’ll do a post on homeschool curriculum and tell you what I love and hate.  Let me know in the comments.  Some of you may benefit from another opinion.

******  Our plague saga continues.  I actually caught two millipedes being intimate on our bathroom wall.  I let them have their fun and then I killed them.  Yes, I felt bad, but they have a thousand babies at one time.  Heaven forbid another thousand millipedes overtake my house.  I would be forced to sell and move to Alaska.

If you think I’m joking, you haven’t lived with millipedes.

Yes, I photographed the love-pedes for your educational enjoyment.  It’s a regular zoo around here.  Next I’ll document a live slug birth.

My daughter is convinced she witnessed a live slug birth.  Internet answer people claim slugs do not gjve birth to their young like mammals, but we’re ready to challenge slug scientists on this one.

I think I’ll wrap this up, because after discussing millipede mating and slug births, what’s left to talk about?

Tell me, do you homeschool?

Have you tried or would never consider it??

Do you have bug problems where you live???

Hello…is anyone out there?

24 Aug

I have so little to say that I could cover thirty-two pages with my ihavenothingtosay.  It’s a terrible place for me to be in, but it’s even worse for you, the reader.

The only way to efficiently download my mind is to use bullets.  Is that ok with you?

* It’s just before one o’clock in the afternoon and I’m drinking warm milk and honey.  My stomach turned on me and I have one the very worst cases of heartburn you can imagine.  I have holes in my stomach, esophagus, heart, and lungs.

Not really, but it feels close to that much drama.

I stayed up most of the night chugging Malox.  Now I’m out.  I had Prilosec, but the moment a pill dissolved in my stomach it made me want to puke.  I threw the pills away, because puking is worse than heartburn.  I may head over to CVS and peruse the antacids.  This is what life in my thirties has been reduced to.  Come Lord Jesus, Come.

**  I was away for a little while.  Did you miss me?  We had a great trip to Virginia and I took zero pictures.  Ok, I took like three, but they are doosies.  What kind of a tourist am I anyway?  I can’t believe I allowed my camera to just sit slumped in the bottom of my purse.

How absolutely pathetic is this?

One of my only photos and I photographed a buffet.  I hate buffets…like really hate, but this one was actually good.  The food tasted like real food, but the highlight was that chocolate fountain.

I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.  The promise land does not only flow with milk and honey, but it also flows with chocolate.

You heard it here first.

They had real ripe strawberries to dip in that fountain.  RIPE.  We don’t get those up here in the North Country.

This trip was mostly business and my kids were really good.  I do have one funny story about my son, but I’ll save it until tomorrow (or the day after…you know the roll I’ve been on).  It involves the nicest elderly couple in the world and a fart.  There’s really nothing more to say, but I’m sure I can dress those words up a bit.

On our trip we saw Liberty University.  I was very impressed.  We actually stayed in Lynchburg, a lovely city.  It’s a combination of old town city and new southern sprawl, depends on which side of town you’re on.  I tried not to let on that I was a Yankee, but they smelled my northern blood a mile away.

For the record, I can make biscuits and sausage gravy and I can cook grits.  That’s worth something, I’d say.

***  On the forty-five hour drive home, folded into a Toyota, we stopped in Maryland to see a high school buddy of my husbands.  They have not seen each other since dinosaurs roamed the earth and wooly mammoths were flash frozen.  These reunions can go either way.  Sometimes it’s all awkward and politeness and oh look at the time, I’ve got to be off.

Not this time.

These guys were the kind of people that you want keep in your close circle of friends.  We had such a nice time.  If Maryland were closer to NoWhere New York, we’d eat lots of BBQ together every chance we could.

It’s nice when old friends can be new friends.  You know?

****  I really wanted to stop and see Jennifer Jo of Mama’s Minutia on the way down.  We nearly drove right past her house, but we were on a bit of a time constraint and we hit two terrible areas of traffic in Pennsylvania.  Boo road work.

One day I’m going to take that trip of exotic travel with a cow and a bus and tour the country (and Canada) visiting bloggers.  That would just be utterly fabulous.

*****  Oh, my goodness!  I just realized how terribly long this post is already.  I’ll stop now while you still like me.  Tune in tomorrow for part two of the ‘empty head’ download.

Everything from Hijacked Hair-Cuts to The Plague

15 Aug

We had a whirlwind weekend and my mom was sucked into our fun.  She even took an extra day off from work, so we could cram in as much craziness as possible.

Here’s our weekend in a few words…

Hijacked Hair-Cuts

Library Book Sales

Packing and Shipping Fringe Vanilla Orders

Bags of Hand-Me-Down Clothes

Orange Purses

Diet Coke with Lime

Parades

Canal Days

Too Much Candy

Walking Till Our Feet Swell

Sunshine

Coaster Cars

Yard Sales

Chicks Along The Canal

Painted Scarves and Ruffled Socks

New Recipes

Dirty Dishes

Winner & Losers

Trophies to Take Home

The Help

Church Services

Buttered Popcorn

 New Aprons

Computer Scrabble

iPods

Laughter

Millipedes – The Plague

The End.

Now please tell me about your weekend.

P.S.  This is probably my last post for about a week.  I’ll be in Virginia, it’s for Lovers.  Be well my friends!

They are watching me! ~Fringe Vanilla Giveaway.

11 Aug

Today I’m writing with Mama’s Losin’ It.  Here’s my prompt.

The Police said it best when they said, “Every breath you take/And every move you make/Every bond you break, every step you take/I’ll be watching you”. Write about a time you believed someone was watching you.

My life has been a little crazy lately – crazier than usual and that’s saying a lot.  It’s the police.  They are watching me and my family too.  I know I look guilty, but things are getting a little creepy.

It all began early one morning, before the mist lifted over the mountaintops.  I rolled out of bed and into the shower.  Twenty minutes and zero cups of coffee later I had two children corralled in my car.  We were headed for a routine trip to the hospital where an always happy and bouncy nurse would give us our allergy shots.  The hospital is a block and a half from my home. There’s no time to break any laws.

Our suspect is said to wear a disguise...

A police officer in a squad car followed me into the parking lot and circled.  I felt like prey.  He threw his vehicle in park and watched me as I ushered my kids across the street and into the hospital.  When I glanced over my shoulder, he was looking in the car.

Fast forward a few weeks…

My family spent a Saturday afternoon barbecuing with friends.  Their town had fireworks that night and their backyard happened to have front row seats.  After the last sparkle of colored light faded into the dark sky, we packed up and headed home, only the police were blocking traffic.  They pulled us out of the line of cars and guided us to a nearby parking lot.

I thought the worst.

My husband’s outstanding warrant was finally coming due.

No, not really.  I am KIDDING peoples!

It was a mistake.  They didn’t really want us.

We breathed a sigh of relief and headed home.

A week later I sent my daughter outside with a plastic grocery bag and told her to rid the backseat of all crumbs, wrappers, empty Gatorade bottles and dirty napkins.  I should have given her a contractor bag.

The police came and questioned her.  They asked what she was doing, if she had a brother, where she lived, if our neighbors were home.  She was a bit shaken.  I’m certain she had visions of handcuffs and trips to the county jail.

So when the police said,  “Every breath you take/And every move you make/Every bond you break, every step you take/I’ll be watching you”, they were talking about me.

I am innocent I tell ya.  I am!

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In other news…

The Fringe Shop is open for business.  Yippee!!!

You can purchase your very own bottle of Fringe Vanilla by visiting my Etsy shop.  There’s a link in the top left hand corner of my sidebar or you can click HERE.

Currently I am only shipping in the US.  I am trying to find a way to economically ship to Canada.  If you have any advice, I would greatly appreciate it.  I love you my Canadian friends and I don’t want to leave you out of the fun.  I will find a way, you have my word.

(UPDATE: Fixed the shipping problem and Fringe Vanilla is now being shipped to Canada!  Visit my Etsy shop to place your order.)

If you order after Sunday, August 14th, I will not be able to ship your vanilla until Tuesday, August 23rd.  We’ll be out of town.

Because we are going away, I won’t be blogging for a little while, but you know I’ll share the best of the best when I return.  Our trip is business pleasurable.  You’ve heard of business casual?  This is similar in a totally different way.  If you think of it, please say a prayer for safe travel and I’ll see you when I return.

Now I have an itty-bitty ginormous favor to ask…

Since I’m trying to spread the word about my Fringe Vanilla, would you be kind enough to click one of the buttons below and share this on Facebook, Twitter, or wherever you socialize online?

Thank you SO very much!  You guys and girls are the best.  My heart is smiling. :-)

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GIVEAWAY

I will be gifting one 4 oz. bottle of Fringe Vanilla.  It is 100% Pure Vanilla Extract made from 100% Certified Organic Vanilla Beans.

All you have to do is leave a comment and I’ll pick a winner when I return on the 23rd. 

You may leave an additional comment for visiting my Etsy shop, sharing on Facebook, and Tweeting.

And yes, I’ll ship this one Canada too. ;-)

Lots of love,

The Day My Husband Murdered My Computer

9 Aug

The other night FringeMan fed my laptop a glass of diet coke.  It didn’t set well with my poor laptop.  She immediately slipped into a coma.  I called 911 and performed rescue breathing like I’ve seen on Trauma ER.  It was touch and go for several hours, but she pulled through.

Thank the good Lord above!

And I mean that with sincerity.

For a few moments while I my laptop swam, I lost my self-composed sweet mind and called FringeMan (on facebook) a computer murder.   I overreacted.  FringeMan didn’t get a fair trial.

A public apology is due him.

I do hereby, on this tenth day of August 2011, offer my heartfelt apology to one FringeMan.  I do hope and pray he accepts my apology, thus restoring him to full marital bliss all the days of his live-long life.

It’s shocking that I once felt such affection for an electronic contraption that today caused me to pull out fistfuls of hair all the while screaming “It’s a bad day. It’s a BAD day.  It’s a BAD DAY!!!!”

For a few moments I contemplated tying a brick to my computer and another to my printer and having a double execution.

All I wanted to do was to print labels for my vanilla extract.  It should have been simple, but simple went out of style two hundred years ago.

First I couldn’t get the picture sized to the label.  Then the labels printed out mostly green and black.  I’m not selling extract that burns holes in your stomach and turns your limbs gangrene.  I want happy labels.  My vanilla does the happy dance on your taste buds, fills your cupcakes with organic vanilla love, and makes your frosting sing like a songbird.

When I finally (I cannot stress the word F.I.N.A.L.L.Y enough) got the labels printed, I put them on a bottle and wouldn’t you know, they disappeared.  Clear labels!  How on earth did I buy clear labels?  They completely fade away on amber bottles.

I had a cow.

FringeMan, my beloved once upon a time computer murderer, saved the day.  He ran out and bought me white labels.

Have I told how much I love that man?

Because I do.

Buying me labels is a million times better than buying me flowers.  Truth.

So if I can ever get my camera to download pictures, I’ll sell you some extract.

The bottles sure are cute!

Fringe Vanilla – Coming soon to an Etsy shop near you.

An Army of Ermas Day

9 Aug

Do you know what you call those who use towels and never wash them, eat meals and never do the dishes, sit in rooms they never clean, and are entertained till they drop? If you have just answered, “A house guest,” you’re wrong because I have just described my kids.
Erma Bombeck

Last Christmas a friend and fellow blogger, Janna of Something She Wrote, alerted me to a contest over at An Army of Ermas.  I submitted a ridiculous story about splurging for ugly at Christmas and my Christmas trees always being skinnier than I am.  By some Christmas miracle, I won the chance to become an Erma.

I definitely feel like a freshman wanna-be writer in a crown of accomplished seniors, but being an Erma is a blast.  Everyone rallies with kind words and funny comebacks, making me feel right at home.

No one is more supportive and encouraging than our editor Stacey Graham.  She is an amazing woman, mom, and author.  She gets more work done at home with her kids running around than just about any other woman I know.  I both admire her and want to learn from her.

One thing I appreciate about Stacey is her sense of humor.  I guess that’s why she’s the mother of all Ermas.  She has a knack for being lighthearted even when she has to correct you.

So on this An Army of Ermas Day, I want to say a big Thank You to Stacey for keeping a smile on our faces and humor in our hearts.

Thanks Stacey!  We appreciate all your hard work.

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When I began writing this blog, I never dreamed I’d have the honor to be named among the Ermas.  I simply wrote to tell my story.  This is a post from my first month blogging…

Last night I dreamed that I was riding a bicycle in a triathlon. I awoke so excited! What a breakthrough!

This means that since I’ve begun exercising in my subconscious, it’s only a matter of time before my innate desire for athletics permeates my conscience.

Things are looking up!

I’ll have to check my calves and see if they’re subconsciously tightening.  While I’m talking fitness…Have you heard of the “Fit-Flop?”  I hadn’t until yesterday when a woman walking her black lab stopped me and asked to see my flip-flops.

Imagine my surprise.

After all I wasn’t wearing my fancy, canary yellow flip-flops. I was wearing my generic rubber, pink Speedo flip-flops. Now these aren’t as grungy as the foam flat flip-flops (the kind that are about as thick as a slice of cheese), but they’re not in the sandal category either (not like my canary yellow flip-flops).  They are, however, quite sporty and after all the exercise I’ve getting in my sleep, it was appropriate I wear them yesterday.

When somebody asks to see my shoes, of course I oblige them.  I lifted up my pants leg (jeans are always too long on me and I despise hemming) and wished I didn’t have dirt between my toes already. It was still too early in the day for toe dirt.

Disappointedly this dog walker says, “Oh, they’re only Speedos.”

Suddenly I’m flashed back to middle school when I wore fake Keds…the kind you bought in the grocery store for a few bucks.  Such sadness.

She goes on to say, “I thought they were FIT-FLOPS”.

Now she’s talking my language.

It seems these fit-flops provide extra exercise while performing normal activities such as walking through the grocery store.  I have to own a pair!  Maybe two.  Why with a triathlon workout by night and fit-flops by day, I’ll be twenty pounds thinner and in a bikini before the snow flies.

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Have you ever read Erma Bombeck?

What’s your favorite thing she wrote?

P.S.  I still don’t have a pair of Fit-Flops.

P.P.S.  I still wish I had a pair of Fit-Flops.

P.P.P.S.  I’m still only exercising in my dreams.

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