tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47750502536854532512024-03-13T16:11:40.841-07:00Guaranteed WorkSometimes we have to laugh at ourselves and each other. This is where I get to laugh at myself and make fun of the insane things in life. Life is taken too seriously. One thing that I have a guarantee of from my family is work. They always make sure I have something to do but I love that. Job security is such a lost thing these days.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-38955984255953035122012-09-11T08:48:00.003-07:002012-09-11T08:48:59.590-07:00What are we remembering?I haven't really completely understood why many people make great effort to be proud Americans only a couple of days a year.<br />
Memorial Day. This date was created to honor our fallen heroes that defended our country. I have toured a national cemetery and a couple of local ones around this date. The rows of white head stones just make my heart stop. Many people have given their lives so that I may even have the right to post this blog. It's more than that but that is just a small (very minute) right.<br />
July 4 - Independence Day. There are parades and community activities. It usually ends with fireworks. Great family time but many are only concerned about cookouts and evening activities. A great way to celebrate the birth of our country.<br />
September 11 - That day the Twin Towers were attacked. There are some memorial services and lots of postings on the internet. These people gave their lives and didn't even know that they were asked. Civilians were on the planes and in the buildings that were attacked. Firefighters and policemen ran in to save who they could. Yes, they are truly unsung heroes - all of them.<br />
Veterans Day - Originally was the day that WWI ended and was eventually recognized at Armistice Day to signify that. Eventually Congress recognized it to that all Veterans could be recognized.<br />
We have all of these days set aside to remember who gave their lives to protect our county. Actually, Veterans Day celebrates the living too.<br />
I was raised by parents that were involved during WWII. They grew up during the Great Depression. My father fought during WWII in the Navy. He was in the Pacific theater. Together, my parents raised five kids on the basic American principles. Do your best and give what you can.<br />
Too many times we lose sight of what we need to do. We get involved with work and the daily hassle. We become obsessed with what everyone else has and what we don't. We forgot that the best things in life are earned - not given.<br />
We are looking at a Presidential election that will be monumental. Both sides think they are right. That's an American right. We vote for who we think is the best person for that job - that is an American privilege. We demand that the country owes us what we didn't earn - that is an American entitlement.<br />
I challenge everyone to look into their hearts and think of something that President Kennedy asked of us "And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you — ask what you can do for your country." This is one of the few bipartisan statements that still rings true today. Let's quit remembering and start doing what was started doing back in 1776. Let's make this country strong by being strong. Put your hand that is stuck asking for "entitlements" back in your pocket and let's get to work. And for crying out loud, shut up and be respectful when the Flag of your Country is being presented - anywhere.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-34981326719412293952012-05-21T18:43:00.001-07:002012-05-21T18:43:41.926-07:00The Real Reason for ScoutingRecently, the Indianapolis Star published an editorial about Boy Scouts losing membership. The author did their best to present the positives of Boy Scouting and why every young man needed to take the trail to Eagle. Many points were made but I am not sure that valid points have been made to convince today's society of the need for Scouting.<br />
When I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer in 2002, I needed to find a way to keep my life normal. My world was completely rocked and I had 3 small children at home. A friend suggested that I walk away from my Cadette troop that I was leading at the time so I could rest. I quickly realized that those girls gave me the strength and the courage to continue my fight. I still dearly love those girls.<br />
Later life handed me a diagnosis of CML - Chronic Myloid Leukemia. Again, my daughters' troops filled that need to continue. Their constant hugs and encouragement was all that I needed to again get my life back to normal.<br />
This past year, my family moved from Indiana to Alabama. My kids and I moved with some uneasiness on what to expect. I started another troop and yet again, those girls pulled me along with them and made my transition a positive. My girls flourished with their new friendships.<br />
Three times in my life, my Girl Scout troop gave me the support when I needed it. I also need to include my Boy Scout troop. Many times I have received texts from my friends in the troop that gave me that little kick that I needed.<br />
I have met several military families here in Alabama. They taught me something very interesting. Many of them are involved in Scouting because it is a constant that they can provide for their kids. Where ever they go in the world, Scouting is always there for their kids. Military families are also very involved as a family with most of their activities - including Scouting. Perhaps that may be the secret that Scouting needs to sell to our population - the family nucleus<br />
The family nucleus as a whole has been damaged over the years. We work later at our jobs and make up for the lack of being their for our kids by putting them in all the activities we can stand. We work hard to pay for the stuff that we buy to make up for not being there. Doesn't make much sense to me.<br />
I often find myself watching old family programs when I want to veg for a while in front of the television. I think I long for the more simple times of days gone by. No cell phones, tablets, IPods, various lessons and business trips. Mom and Dad work and then spend time with the family. Again, there is that concept.<br />
Scouting is family time. Ask any kid that is involved in Scouting if they would like to share their experiences with their parents - they would answer yes. Cub Scouts uses this concept to the fullest. Tiger Cubs must have a parent partner for their meetings. Basically they are there to referee but they are there.<br />
When ever I speak with parents about Scouting, I always reinforce the idea that they are missing something fantastic when they drop and run. Scouting is an avenue that allows kids to explore new things and do that with friends and possibly a parent.<br />
I think we need to stop and take back our families. I think we need to encourage our kids to continue to grow as they become young adults. BSA and GSUSA are two organizations that provide that. I wouldn't be who I am if it weren't for Scouting then and now. By the way, my Mom is still very involved too.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-77141098436911875062012-04-25T08:37:00.000-07:002012-04-25T08:37:36.100-07:00The Hair CrittersI have often been asked to share some how-to posts in my blog. I haven't had really anything worthy to share until now. I am battling lice on my 2 daughters and me.<br />
While combing out my hair after my shower, I found the one thing no mother wants to see - a louse. Panic consumed me for 30 seconds then I got ticked off. I was not letting something so small to rule my household. Low and behold my youngest was crawling with them too. Apparently, she was the hostess with the mostest with lice - brought to us by her school. She announced that she had shared her hairbrush with her sister - so guess who else was infested. I quickly called my dear husband and announced that we uninvited guests and his presence was requested to help evict. Oh by the way, bring me some RID shampoo.<br />
The school nurse checked my other daughter and found nits but no bugs. Therefore, she was allowed to stay at school. Yeah - I think. However, we just produce a receipt showing we bought an over the counter product and have her hair checked before she could return tomorrow. Got it!<br />
I jumped online and found many methods of removing and killing lice. Tried many of them and found some that actually worked - RID was not really one of them. But I had to have a receipt.<br />
All three of us used the RID product just to get the party started. I think it removed pretty good but then I followed up with a kit that friend of mine brought over. She found it online and it was all natural. Got my attention but not the price. It was way over the top. I guess companies think we will pay anything when we are desperate enough. They apparently never met me.<br />
My girls used lice unglue lotion then some sort of oil with peppermint. Seemed to work. They crashed in our spare bedroom since their bedding was still in line for the washer. Besides, one less bed to wash if we still have a battle going on. I tried to vinegar treatment. Soak my hair then wear a shower cap for 2 hours. I felt like a pickle. Then I followed with Palmolive dish soap. Seemed to work.<br />
I checked the girls and took them to school. The older one passed and went on to class. The younger one still had a critter running wild. Home we go. This time we stop at CVS and pick up tea-tree oil and coconut shampoo and conditioner. The younger tries the expensive method again and I use the new stuff. It's all the same but my bottle was $3 - not $200 for the kit. We both sit with oil in our hair and shampoo with coconut shampoo - with 10 drops of tea-tree oil in it. Finally we comb out with coconut conditioner. Still trying to figure if it worked.<br />
My beds have never been so cleaned. My washer and dryer both use steam and apparently they are easy to use. I will keep everyone up to date about our battle of the bugs. I hope this ends quickly.<br />
<br />Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-90585673611897077702012-03-12T09:12:00.000-07:002012-03-12T09:12:02.410-07:00The Impact of ScoutingA couple of years ago, I was privileged to help the Boy Scouts celebrate their 100 year anniversary. I often reflected on the positive impact that they served for boys around our country. Integrity is the word that comes to mind when I think about BSA. These young men are being shaped into great future leaders and fathers. I am a mother to an Eagle Scout and I am very proud of his accomplishments. I believe that Boy Scouts has given him tools to take on the world with vigor. This is a lot to be said since he has autism. He feels included and supported in the Scouting organization. That's not a common thread with all of the boys in our country that may not be served by BSA.<br />
Girl Scouts are celebrating their 100 year anniversary this year. In fact, today is the 100 year birthday of starting of the first troop by Juliette Gordon Low, founder of Girl Scouts. This organization has been able to provide young girls with courage, character and confidence. Traits of a great leader. I am a Gold Award Scout - equal to the Eagle Scout. I know that some hard core Boy Scouts scoff at that - but I have been involved with both sides therefore, I know of what I speak.<br />
Girl Scouts has a large variety of girls that it must serve. When the nay sayers step up and speak their rhetoric, it almost points out this very large group. Some girls are frilly, don't camp, don't like to be rugged but are very good leaders and active in their community. Some are rough and tough and can't wait to dig into the out of doors to celebrate their ruggedness. Some are quiet, some are outgoing. This includes the leaders that lead the troops. It is a fact that Girl Scouts probably don't camp as much as boys. However, I believe that is is easier for a dad to step away from the household for the weekend than is it for mom. Moms usually have to still manage the other kids in the house. Quite frankly, some dads wouldn't even dream of helping with the "women's work". Some of my leader friends cling to the thought of a hotel room while I can't wait to rough it a bit. The hard edges and the soft edges of girls all must be represented in one organization. As a troop leader, I must encourage all of these categories of girls. It's not easy.<br />
When all is boiled down, the one big thing remains. Scouting is here to serve our young people and our adults in our country. Sometimes, these two organizations are the only way a kid feels included or someone even cares. The hugs I receive from kids are priceless. They really make me feel good when they are so excited to be around me. It works both ways.<br />
Instead of tearing down either organization, BSA or GSUSA, let's support two groups that have stood the test of time. Many marriages don't last to 50 years and many organizations don't last to 100 years. Both groups are ever evolving, along with the youth of their groups. Leadership and confidence are what we need for our future. I tip my hat to two of these organizations that do that.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-29390874222004251482012-02-23T07:42:00.000-08:002012-02-23T07:42:41.291-08:00We need to serve all kidsNot sure why the politicians and the media find it necessary to go after organizations like they do. It seems when positive things are happening, mud is slung on that group. Keep it in the political race - our kids don't deserve it.<br />
Recently, 2 organizations that I support have been attacked. I don't care to talk about the specifics because they have been accused and talked to death. However, both organizations are there to help young people grow into great leaders. I know that there are other great groups out there that provide that same avenue - great. We need them ALL to help our kids.<br />
Has anyone ever observed a group of kids - especially girls. They are all different and therefore, have different needs. The great thing about this country is that all of these kids can find someone to support them and help them develop into great leaders of tomorrow. These kids need to find their niche and settle in with the group that they support. Adults don't need to tear the other down.<br />
Accusations have been thrown that says some groups are too liberal while others are too conservative. If anyone does their research, our Founding Fathers built this into our society to make the country a balanced place. They keep each in check. It's a civil right. That's is why we have elections and why people gain or lose their seat in politics. The Check and Balance system has a farther reach than just making laws. We are all represented.<br />
This mud slinging and accusations are what keeps the world going. It is not always pleasant but it does make us all do a gut check. However, let's use truth and understanding to make our decisions. That is what we want our kids to do so let's show it ourselves.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-80026259716712630572012-01-28T09:30:00.000-08:002012-01-28T09:30:20.138-08:00Thanks CBSThe CBS network has finally done for Autism what the parents of children with Autism have been trying to do. They have finally put a face on Autism and shown it's not a freak thing. It's not a disability. It is how a person is wired. Sheldon Cooper is my hero and the actor, Jim Parsons, deserves all awards for his portrayal of this character. The creators of this show emphatically deny any similarities of this character but many of us believe - he has Autism. Lack of social skills, rule maker but not breaker, highly intelligent. The list goes on. He doesn't get sarcasm, focuses on himself, not sure how to show emotion. Many of those traits are common in our loved ones with Autism. That show reinforces my belief that my battle is true. <br />
The past week's battle with my local school system proven to me yet again that I am needed to stand up for people. Lack up understanding and real education seem to be the problem. I have met so many educators that spout to me their credentials with Autism. Living with it 24/7 and learning everyday to help your child is the real education. What a professor tells me and what reality is are far apart in thought process. Each and every child with Special Needs is different. Their personality is what makes them tick and their "disability" is part of the steering mechanism. I don't even like the word "disability". If you are not under the name "normal" then you have a disability. Being different, wired different, looking at the world different means that you are just that - different.<br />
However, after praising CBS for their great demonstration of Autism, I must also thank them for the rest of the guys. The other three guys are prime examples of what society refers to as geeks or nerds. These guys are a great example of another group of people who are misunderstood. These are the kids made fun of at school until they are needed to fix computers or come up with the answers for the class. They are not the athletes, the prom queens or anything else that kids put in the popular category. I am not showing any disrespect for these kids. Those are some of the basic titles used by our kids.<br />
Hopefully with this program and possibly other programs like it, we can teach our kids and ourselves that the world is full of different people. It takes all of them to make the world work. In my household, geek and nerd are a compliment right along with beautiful and athletic. We need to teach our kids to be proud of who they are and not tear down those that are different. It takes a village to be a village.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-28646301528507454212012-01-26T18:31:00.000-08:002012-01-26T18:31:31.292-08:00Don't Mess with MommaMy son was physically attacked at school the other day. Some girl, that he doesn't know, started flapping her mouth at him then they ended up in an "altercation". Basically, she came at him and he swatted her hands back. Therefore, it was a fight. The interesting thing is - he was sitting in class minding his own business doing his Bell work for math. She didn't even belong in the classroom.<br />
Now he sits in Alternative School which can only be described as Juvenile Detention run by the school system. Needless to say, with his autism, he is very frightened and really doesn't know why he is there. I can't even explain it to him. I don't know why.<br />
I am argued with the vice principal, counselor and a few other administration members. Hopefully, I will be able to talk with the superintendent to get to the bottom of this. The girl made up a story about my son attacking her. I am not allowed to find our her version due to privacy laws. That is the goofiest thing I ever heard. My son got the story today at his new temporary school while the students all explained why they were there.<br />
I firmly believe my son's story and I negate the girl's story. I am not normally a bleeding heart when it comes to my kids. If you do the crime, you do the time. However, one thing that moms of kids of autism know, they don't lie.<br />
I have physically worn myself out trying to fight this problem. Our school has a no tolerance policy when it comes to fights. I cannot say that I agree with it once you look at the pitfalls. According to what I have been told by staff, if you are on the receiving end of a punch, you are in a fight. Therefore, you are going to Alternative School. They had a boy in this school that stood and let a girl beat him up. He ended up at this school because he was in a fight. I don't get it.<br />
The fallout from all of this has yet to completely happen. My son's anxiety level is through the roof. He spent the first half of the day frightened of breaking a rule. Your break a rule, you get another day. He only had half a day because school was canceled early due to impending storms.<br />
He doesn't understand and neither do I. I firmly believe that kids with Special Needs have no rights in my school system. You are guilty without any recourse. I am wondering who will be paying for the therapist that we will probably have to hire to fix the fallout. I will continue my arguments with the school. I will be at least heard if not understood. We have decided to find a private school for my son to receive better training. When does this end?Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-20402710555082697812012-01-18T18:59:00.000-08:002012-01-18T18:59:19.961-08:00The Battle of the Girl Scout CookieThere are many people that buy Girl Scout cookies that don't have any idea how competitive leaders can be during cookie sales. This is not said as a negative but as all out competition. Looking for great neighborhoods to sell door to door in, picking that great cookie booth, just asking everyone they know about buying cookies. We become obsessed about that wonderful chunk of sugar.<br />
The cookie program is a well orchestrated marketing program. Cookies are only available once a year and that seems to be the best sales point. I swear people mark their calendar every year to expect little girls in their patch vests selling their cookies. I had a professor at Purdue University tells us that the cookie program is the biggest marketing coo every invented. We all go crazy for that cookie. Very few people can't name a cookie that is sold.<br />
The interesting part is sitting back and watching troops go out and do their thing. We all have guidelines that we must follow to keep the program consistent around the country. There is a set time to take orders, deliver and even have booths. Break a rule and somebody is breaking their neck to tell the council office. Some even will complain if you are in their "territory". That is competitive.<br />
I won't say that this is common - but it sure is fun to watch. I must admit that I tend to push my girls too. The troop makes an average of $.55 per box. Doesn't sound like much but my troop has sold over 1000 boxes our first week.<br />
The program is intended to teach girls about managing money, managing their cookies and presenting themselves to the public. I am very comfortable talking to complete strangers and I think it may come from my cookie sales as a kid. How many young kids do you know have the guts to ask a complete stranger if they would like to buy a box of cookies? They have learned to work with hard people or people who ignore them. My favorite ploy to watch at a booth are people who won't even look at the girls as they blow by the booth. I guess lack of eye contact means no verbal contact. Just smile and say no thanks.<br />
The theme this is year is "What can a cookie do?" Other than driving adults to craziness while selling these cookies, it does quite a bit for the girls. Try standing at a cookie booth when it's 15 degrees and snowing and see how your endurance is. My girls changed it into a marketing ploy. If you buy all our cookies, our leader says we can go home. Not a bad plan and it worked. My troop set goals and they are about to hit them. Not bad for a bunch of tweens and teens. They offer support to each other to make sure they make their goals. How many times that happen in your office?<br />
Finally, they learn how to spend their money. Sounds pretty easy. Except you have to please the majority and there are 10 girls in my troop. They are kicking around a few ideas but nothing is certain.<br />
The selling season has just begun. My game room is full of several hundreds of boxes of cookies. My email is full of questions from my parents. I have driven boxes all around my small little town just to add a couple more cookies to my daugthers' counts. I may be in a new area but I am already scheming ways to help my troop. I will battle it out to help my girls and hopefully not raise too many eyebrows.<br />
Instead of being a dufus and hurrying by those young ladies asking you a simple question - stop and answer. Give a donation, buy a box for the military, stock up your freezer or say no thank you. We may be battling it out to support our troop, you are showing an example of how an adult treats a youth.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-16667666433750029712012-01-16T13:34:00.000-08:002012-01-16T13:34:54.146-08:00The Next Century of ScoutingI have just started a new job with my Girl Scout council here in Alabama. There are many young girls here that have not been reached yet by Girl Scouts and it's my job to make that connection. It's actually a pretty cool job and I hope that our Boy Scout council will follow suit with their program.<br />
There are several very rural schools in southern Alabama. These kids ride the bus back and forth to school. Getting them back to school for a troop meeting is pretty much not going to happen. Montgomery is not rural but some of their schools don't have troops due to lack of volunteers to run those troops. No matter the reason, the girls are not given the chance to join a troop. That is where I come in.<br />
I am traveling to each of these schools once a month a holding a troop meeting with these girls during their gym period. We do bullying education, games, songs, crafts and even sell cookies. They don't earn badges or go on field trips. However, they can participate in the council activities. Some of these troops are built with grants and others the parents are sponsoring their girls. Depends on the situation.<br />
I had my first day at school last week and must admit that I had a blast. These girls are hungry for a great program and I hope I can provide that. I also met with a rural school and they are very excited to be added to the program.<br />
I know that they are not getting as much program as they would from a traditional troop. However, they can start a traditional troop and go on their own way. However, what they are receiving is quite a bit more than what they had which was nothing.<br />
It really makes my day to see the excitement in these girls faces are they walk in for their troop meeting. They were disappointed that we were only meeting once a month but they still fidgeted with excitement.<br />
Juliette Low may not had this in-school troop set up in mind when she started Girl Scouts in the US 100 years ago. I am sure that she would approve, though. Because, it's all about the girl.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-19047390283777142272011-12-25T18:05:00.000-08:002011-12-25T18:05:52.385-08:00That perfect gift.It never ceases to amaze me how quickly my kids are growing up. I feel like it was just last year that I was chasing kids out of the tree decorations and rearranging my baking schedule to happen around nap time. Now they are decorating the tree and baking the cookies.<br />
My middle child never was really interested in helping my in the kitchen until this year. She followed the recipe and made the various cookie doughs while my youngest rolled out the chilled dough. My oldest would run in and decorate the cookies before they were baked and my husband oversaw the baking. I was busy trying to get all of my recipes ready and keeping this all organized. Our new church had family Christmas Eve service at 4:00 so that made my day short. We had been out of town earlier so my baking and cooking schedule was way behind.<br />
We traveled to Indiana last weekend to honor my son in his Boy Scout Eagle Court of Honor. He wanted to have his ceremony with his old troop because of all of his friends. The Order of the Arrow Ceremony team that I built and made costumes (regalia) for performed his ceremony. I was proud of all of them and especially proud of my son. My proudest moment was when he read his thank you letter to everyone. With his autism, that was quite a feat. He could have spoke up more but I thought he was perfect. Everyone tries to label kids with disabilities and he has fought to become just one of the boys. His Scoutmaster even pointed out how much he has grown. When he first started with the troop, he needed to know where I was at all times. We even tented together a few times. Now he is quite independent and shows quite a lot of self confidence. However, he still likes to keep me at arms length. I think I can live with that.<br />
This has been a difficult year for my kids. They have earned their highest awards for their levels in Scouting, moved from their friends, started new schools, made new friends, and started new Scout troops. They have shown their independence. We asked a lot of our kids and they have come through.<br />
I had to laugh this morning. My husband and I beat our kids out of bed - on Christmas morning. They were very calm about the presents under the tree. In fact, they opened their stockings first - which was basically candy. We spent the day as a family doing what most families do on Christmas day. I can't say that it was the most exciting Christmas day but it was still perfect. We snuggled up on the couches and watched Christmas movies and ended it watching football.<br />
This has been my day of reflection. I still remember when my kids were toddlers exploring the Christmas tree and learning about the true story of Christmas. Now they decorate the tree and still explore the story of Christmas. They have grown quite a bit this year. However, we were still able to be together and enjoy each other's company. That is a wonderful gift to receive on this day.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-74277855217227948392011-12-15T17:30:00.000-08:002011-12-15T17:30:47.162-08:00Thanks Friends.It is said that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I think that is probably a pretty accurate statement. Since our move, I have been trying to keep in touch with all of my friends but it's just not the same. Several of my friends have been with me through thick and thin and their physically being by my side now is greatly missed.<br />
I put a call out to my friends on Facebook asking for help for my son's Boy Scout Eagle Court of Honor. As always, my friends jumped up and offered to do anything that I needed. It would be too difficult to transport food for nine hours for the reception and I will be getting in too late in the day to cook anything. As one friend stated, we are here and let us help you.<br />
Not often is a person blessed with special friends. These are people that I have met while my kids are involved in activities like Scouting. They stood by me when I broke my let at summer camp and again they amaze me at what they are doing. <br />
Some people judge worth by how much you own or what you do for a living. I am a housewife with a treasure of friends. They have all done a great job of keeping in touch and offering words of support. Moving to another state is frustrating enough but feeling like you are alone is another thing. My friends have made it clear that I am not alone and they have offered support whenever they could. They know me very well and they know my limits. It's nice that a friend can send a quick message or email just to let me know they are thinking of me. It always seems to happen when I am the most frustrated.<br />
As I raise my children and continue through life, I hope I can impress upon them the importance of good friends. No matter where you go, or what you do, your friends will always be there with a smile and a hug. They are definitely God's gift.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-91159137520326531402011-12-11T17:46:00.000-08:002011-12-11T17:46:07.499-08:00Times they are a changing....I hopeIt's been an interesting few days around here. Earlier this week I finally was able to read "The Help" and my wonderful husband got me a copy of the movie to watch. I have lived in Alabama for only 6 months but quite a bit of the story really makes sense for the historical places we have toured. I have even read sales ads for older homes that feature maid quarters. I watch the movie and wondered many times how much silver a household could have. I don't think I have one single piece of silver in my own home. I guess I wouldn't measure up to those times. The ladies in the book and movie seemed to be full of themselves. Wanted to smack some of the characters several times. I just needed to remember that this was a fictional story. However, I still have to wonder how much of it was based on true stories.<br />
Yesterday, I took my Girl Scout troop to tour Lowndes County Interpretive Center on the Civil Rights Trail from Selma to Montgomery. We started our tour by watching a video that had many messages for the viewers. It opens with high school kids interviewing march participants. They had many frightening stories about the march including the 2 previous attempts of the march. However, the first message was that 60% of African American Selma residents are registered to vote. These people risked their lives and now the need to vote is gone.<br />
The second message in the film was how badly the African Americans were treated. One white gentleman stated "Everyone thinks we all are equal. What a silly thing to say". What was more interesting was the reaction from my girls. They were very angry and wanted to take that man out.<br />
We are a nation of many ethnic backgrounds. None of us are pure blood anything. I have many nationalities in my own background. I find it mind blowing that people from just 50 years ago would rather hate a person for their skin color or even religious beliefs than get to know them. Fear was ruling both sides. Fear of differences and fear of standing up for wrongs.<br />
Watching my girls and hearing their responses was probably the best part of the tour. They can't understand the mindset of the people back then. Hopefully that continues. Our children accept those around them and encourage differences. Hopefully this is our future and our past is just that.....our past. An interesting thing to learn was that one of the gentlemen leading the march is now a state representative. Another gentleman was being honored by allowing the family to hold his funeral at this center. Times are changing....what a nice thing to see.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-29360995095310955772011-12-09T06:01:00.000-08:002011-12-09T06:01:43.196-08:00The grown up things my kids learnToday my son is bringing home his baby. Well, it's not a real baby but one that is part of his health class. Our school participates in the "Think About It" program teaching kids about teenage pregnancy. I think its a good program but I am not thrilled about his caring for it during school. I haven't seen any real babies at school so I don't really get that. He is pretty nervous but I think he should do well. It sends a powerful message to all the kids.<br />
Yesterday, I spent the day with my middle child and her school band. They traveled around the community schools and played Christmas concerst. She is in the percussion section. It was interesting watching the kids working together for the common goal of unloading and loading the band trailer. The percussion and low brass sections were in charge of equipment - basically operations (for you Purdue Band geeks). I watched as one young man was good at directing the other students but he stood back and waited as they did their jobs. I admit that I did comment to him and asked him if he was not able to help. He just laughed and kept standing around. My final comments must have gotten his attention - he finally started jumping in and helping. I made him feel bad that I was in the trailer lifting and loading while he was standing around. One point for mom.<br />
The kids had 4 wonderful concerts yesterday. They were acting as band ambassadors to the younger schools. Basically, they were recruiting. The high school band has done this many times for my daughter's band - including inviting the 8th grade band to the state football finals. I think my daughter understands the responsibility that is required to become active in a successful band program. I am proud to say she wasn't standing around waiting for everyone else to work.<br />
Finally, my youngest had the opportunity the reflect the value of her friends. Over the weekend, a young girl from another classroom was killed in a car accident. My daughter didn't really know here but she knew of her. One of my daughter's best friends, however, was close to this young lady last year. The teachers did a fantastic job working with the students and assisting them in their grief. They took time to make a "Joy Tree" - the young ladies name was Joy. Each student wrote something special about Joy on a paper angel and attached it to this paper tree. Joy's class wrote a note to Joy and put it in her locker. Most students wrote letters of love and condolences to the family. All of this is being given to the family at the visitation tonight. I think the family will appreciate really learning the impact their daughter had on her schoolmates. What a blessing. I think they handled this horrific event better than most adults.<br />
The end of the school semester is next week. While my kids are finishing their projects and preparing for tests, they are learning about responsibility. The school is teaching my kids some aspects that I can't. I wish that a few adults that I have met had this experience. So quickly we forget the impact that we have on others.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-80501387222640476782011-12-04T18:02:00.000-08:002011-12-04T18:02:12.795-08:00I don't have time to work.The past week has been crazy. If one thing was finishing, another was beginning. I haven't even had time to blog. Many people actually had some peace.<br />
This past Tuesday I had the opportunity to take my youngest to the Go Daddy.com Bowl writing competition in Mobile, Alabama. She had written a book report back in October on a book called "Witches" and had placed in the top 10 out of over 10,000 entries. We had to travel to Mobile so she could do another book report, this time on "Egypt Games" to finalize where she would end in the scholarship level. She wasn't nervous Tuesday night but I certainly was. I was pacing in our hotel room and eating anything I could find. There went the diet. They fed us pizza then took the kids to another room to write their reports. She came out feeling pretty good and we went out and celebrated by buying a Kindle. She had received a $50 gift card as part of her prize package and she thought that was a perfect thing to buy. I had to agree to that logic.The next day was the awards and she was finally nervous. She received a $1,000 savings bond for a scholarship and admiration of many.<br />
Thursday was the kick off for Girl Scout cookie training. Cookie sales start the beginning of January. I am trained and ready to harass my friends and family the beginning of next year. You just can't say no to the cookie.<br />
Friday was supposed to be grocery shopping and laundry but I ended up stopping by my youngest's school 3 times. The local news media wanted to interview my youngest about her writing competition. They stood us up twice. I did manage to get some quick grocery shopping in though. I picked my daughter up at the end of the short school day because she was babysitting the class guinea pig.<br />
I call it a short day because Prattville was heading to the state football championship that night and school ended early to allow for travel and tailgating. Got to love high school football here - tailgating. My middle child had to opportunity to travel with the high school band and play in the stands. She arrived back at school at 12 dark thirty. A very long day and night.<br />
I thought I was going to relax and do some yard work on Saturday. In Alabama, it's been in the 70s during the day so yard work was very much a possibility. I opted to pull brush out of a pile in the middle of our yard so I could deposit it on the side of the road for trash pick up. However, the nest of bees in the pile had a different plan. I was stung at least 4 times on my ear and managed to get stung on my ear drum - that takes talent. I spent the rest of the afternoon. with toothpaste and an ice pack on my ear. My middle child read online that toothpaste absorbs the venom and eases the pain. I looked stupid but she was right. Go figure.<br />
My husband had tickets to his company Christmas party Saturday night. I was a trooper and styled my hair to cover my enlarged ear. It was a nice time but I was ready to go to bed as soon as we got home.<br />
Sunday I spent the afternoon shopping with my middle child. She is reaching the age that she is more aware of what others wear and what she is wearing. We spent the day talking about mean girls and their bullying slams. I had to laugh. Girls at school are calling her poor white trash while my youngest is being called "richey". They don't have a clue that I am a great garage sale shopper.<br />
I ended my day with making dinner, celebrating my middle child's birthday (she has a band concert tomorrow on her birthday) and relaxing for a few minutes while watching the Packers game and now the Saints.<br />
I am afraid to see what's in store for this week. One band concert, a Girl Scout meeting, 5 choir concerts and a doctor appointment. I don't have time to work......Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-76677031197194637482011-11-27T10:26:00.000-08:002011-11-27T10:26:00.071-08:00Do it because you can.Yesterday, to get out of the hum drums of Thanksgiving, we all traveled to Pensacola, Florida for the day. It's not a bad drive - only 3 hours. Besides a person needs to go just because you can. We left early in the morning for an adventure of touring historical sights, playing in the sand, eating good seafood and touring a museum. Not bad plans for a last minute trip thrown together.<br />
Our first stop was Fort Pickens at the end of Pensacola Beach. It's a civil war fort that almost feels like it is frozen in time. The kids had a lot of fun finding the different historical markers and reading about the sites. The adults did their best to work off that Thanksgiving meal with all of the stairs. Apparently, there weren't any elevators installed when this place was built in 1834.<br />
We made a quick stop later to enjoy some time on the sand and watch the waves. There was a hazardous warning for strong tides and jellyfish. Kind of kills the mood to play. The strong cold wind didn't help matters either. The kids did get to gather various shells and the beautiful white sand. If you want to see a perfect beach, I would recommend Pensacola Beach just for the white sands and blue water.<br />
Our travels continued to one of the best seafood places on the beach - Flounders. This place is consumed with atmosphere and the food ain't bad either. It's basically an open air (or slightly enclosed) dining area that opens to the Coastal Waterways side of the peninsula. My kids love playing in the sand while waiting on their meals. If you ever get a chance to go - definitely order the key lime pie.<br />
Our journey continue to Pensacola Naval Base and the Naval Air Museum. We just visited there over Labor Day and there were more exhibits added since then. My brother-in-law had served in the Navy so I think he enjoyed taking his daughters around showing them exhibits he knew something about. Family connection makes things more interesting.<br />
We managed to make it back home by 8:30 after all of that touring. We still had time to enjoy some beverages, watch Polka Party on RFTV and just share some laughs. All in all, I think it was a nice end to a great family time. My husband and I firmly believe you need to keep yourself open to all options everyday. You never know when something fun may step in front of you. Maybe that's our "seize the day" philosophy.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-34674887888901657122011-11-25T15:53:00.000-08:002011-11-25T15:53:36.903-08:00And so it begins.We enjoyed our turkey yesterday with our family and friends. My husband grilled our turkey to perfection and I must say it was delicious - and I don't like turkey. There was plenty of food on my counter to share with all and we took the time to enjoy each other's company. It was a pretty standard Thanksgiving.<br />
A few of us traveled out the various stores in the early evening just to get out. I found some new Christmas decor and enjoyed my time out. I didn't even bother looking at sale ads. However, many others did and the Christmas season officially began at midnight with many a shopper looking for that perfect deal. I stayed home in my nice warm bed.<br />
We rose on Friday and waited for our breakfast casserole to bake. We casually looked at the ads but still made no big decision to go out and find our perfect gifts. I must admit that I did go out but I focused on the clearance racks and a quick trip through Publix. Other than that, it was a pretty low key day.<br />
However, most of us wouldn't describe our holidays as low key. We all get caught up in saving as much money as we can, the thrill of the hunt for that unique gift and worry over what is the best food to make to share with friends. We all want our Christmas spirit to reflect in our decor and our music on the radio. We count down the days to the big date just so we are ready. We fret on who's house we go to for what party. We start preparing how to write 2012 on our new checks since that is quickly coming. The month from Thanksgiving dinner and Christmas dinner goes faster and faster each year. I sometimes picture the boat ride in the movie "Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" - you know the wild and chaotic one. That is pretty much the holiday - one big blur.<br />
I think during the Christmas night long ago, Joseph and Mary were more focused on finding lodging and resting before she gave birth. I am pretty sure that I would. Mary wasn't making long lists of food and Joseph wasn't looking for that perfect tree. I know that all happened afterward - that's why it's Jesus's birthday.<br />
I want to stay in the now. I want to focus on each day like it is precious. Christmas only comes one time each year and I want that to be my exact focus. I know that I too will be caught up in the all of the craziness and keep my own lists. However, I plan to take some time reflect on how special this celebration really is. If that includes gazing at my tree and it's lights in the dark, or writing that perfect Christmas thought in a card or baking the best cookie with my kids - that's perfect. The world will always continue. The sun will rise tomorrow but today I want to really appreciate the season.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-48727238738107538942011-11-23T10:05:00.000-08:002011-11-23T10:05:52.153-08:00This is where the memories start.This year, my family and I are trying a new experience for Thanksgiving. We are celebrating in Alabama with some close friends and one of my husband's sisters and her family. We have never been away from "home" before but I must admit that I am excited about the new adventure. I have always spent time with my brothers and their families along with my parents. We don't get together often but the Holidays seem more special. Since we have been married, we have always been with both of our families. I have missed one Thanksgiving with mine but my mom was touring India at the time and I did host one of my brothers. We have always traveled to my husband's family. We have caught up on the kids and spent good family time together.<br />
This year things are a bit different. We didn't have enough vacation time to travel north and quite frankly, we are looking forward to a different way to celebrate Thanksgiving. My two girls have jumped in and helped me tremendously around the kitchen. My son has down a great job with tidying the house and vacuuming. It's my own special holiday since I don't have to track them down for assistance. Yeah!!<br />
I have often reflected back to a time when I was younger and still living in my parents' home. I am the only daughter therefore, I have spent many a time helping prep the house for company and assisting my mom with various dishes. I think I learned a lot in the kitchen during those times. Special family recipes were pulled out. Previous celebrations were talked and laughed about. A sense of belonging permeated the entire house. This was Thanksgiving. A celebration with family now and celebration of family gone by.<br />
My father passed away several years ago. I think of him often but I seem to have him in the front of my mind constantly during the holidays. I have wondered what his thoughts would be about me not coming "home" for Thanksgiving. He was very much a family man. He wanted to be around all of his family when he could. However, he understood the definition of family. It's who you are with and who you celebrate life with.<br />
As we gathering around our table tomorrow and celebrate all that we give thanks for. I want to give thanks for new traditions and memories. May my children hold dear to their hearts all of their favorite memories and be open to make new one.sLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-56623531059024830362011-11-21T06:53:00.000-08:002011-11-21T06:53:40.736-08:00You just don't know the impactEvery time that I have sat through a volunteer training, the same mantra is always said. Be careful for what you say and do because you don't know the impact you have on the people (kids) around you. We, as a family, have had that experience here - it's a good thing.<br />
My middle child is very much the percussionist. She has a decent used drum set in her room and she practices everyday. She took private lessons in Indiana and even started her training on playing the tenor drums. She knows that bells is not her strong suit so she puts more time into area when she can. Her plan is to be in the Purdue All American Drum Line. Her ultimate dream would be to be in the BBD (Big Bass Drum) crew. She has been properly brainwashed by her father and me over the years. She has attended a few home football games and I am sure some of her first words were - Go Purdue. However, we moved to Alabama and I am not seeing the out of state tuition happening in this economy. She still has a chance but there had better be some scholarships involved. She wants to be a nuclear engineer so there is still hope on that front.<br />
We left a not so strong high school band program to one that is massive. The directors at the Junior High are also assistant directors at the high school. Both directors have taken my daughter in and have encouraged her to become her best. In fact, Saturday one director invited us to attend a game at Auburn and experience their band program. It's not Purdue but it's the next best thing. She left encouraged and fired up to continue her studies. A simple jester of sharing made a positive impact on her. It's not Purdue but it is a great program.<br />
My younger daughter has been frustrated with the lack of a true gifted program here in her new school. They don't have the money to properly support her needs. However, her teacher has continually encouraged her to push herself in many fields, especially writing. She pushed my daughter to write her best book review ever for a writing contest. We supported her in any way we could but the teacher was the one who brought the idea to fruition. Over 10,000 students entered this contest and I am very proud to say that my youngest is in the top 10 finalist. She gets to travel to Mobile next week and try another book review to improve the amount of her scholarship. She is guaranteed at least a $500 scholarship - top prize is $10,000. We don't really care about the amount - okay, maybe we do. However, this teacher gave my youngest a unique opportunity that she will remember her lifetime.<br />
We don't know the impact that we have on someone and our words often times are much louder than our actions. 2 teachers in Prattville schools have connected with my 2 daughters and offered them something that means a lot - encouragement.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-81518109854473528812011-11-19T18:05:00.000-08:002011-11-19T18:06:37.000-08:00Lions, Tigers and....War Eagle?Today I had the opportunity to visit Auburn University and watch a football game. This was my first visit to a SEC game. I am a Big Ten girl at heart but my Boilers are too far away to enjoy a live game and reality says I need to be open to a possible fill in - not replacement.<br />
I marched 4 years with the Purdue All American Marching Band. I have tailgated with my friends even as recently as last year. Heck, I even marched in the Alumni Band twice. Today, it was a brand new experience.<br />
Purdue has a proud history of tailgating but Auburn has a wider spread of tailgating. Purdue alums hang out behind Ross Ade stadium in their fancy rigs or under simple pop ups. You can walk the campus and meet rowdy fans and feel the spirit build before the game. Slayter Hill has always been a popular pregame stop for many fans - allowing them to fire up with the band and get their game faces on - sometimes literally. Homecoming is always full of reunions of friends and pure Boilermaker spirit. There is nothing like going home.<br />
Today was Auburn's homecoming. It's mid November and they are just celebrating homecoming. Most students have already left for their homes for the holiday. The rowdy crowd was nowhere to be found. The alumni band marched but they just marched on with the student band and played. There wasn't a buzz of school spirit in the air. However, Auburn band broke down into 4ths and each part took a street and met at the intersection in front of the stadium. That was cool. The fans do love their band. <br />
However, everyone tailgated everywhere. Where there was lawn, even in front of classroom buildings, there were tailgaters. First come first serve. There were steel boxes to dispose of your hot charcoal. There were pop-up awnings everywhere. The RVs were in their own field up the road with their own shuttle service. Corporations bought hospitality tents just outside the stadium. They were hosting various people and offered satellite TV to watch the game. But they weren't the only ones. Many families had their TVs set up to watch the game. Several never even make it to the game.<br />
Football is a family affair here. Families tailgate even at a high school level. Our local team, Lions, will be playing in the state championship next weekend. The game will be played at Alabama since the Tide will be in Auburn for their big match up. I will guarantee that life will stop around here for that game. Many will go but all will be listening in on that game.<br />
Auburn plays Alabama next Saturday, the Iron Bowl. This rivalry is as strong as our Old Oaken Bucket game. Fans from both sides will converge on Auburn campus and tailgate everywhere - parking lots, grassy areas - anywhere flat. My family has been invited to come out for the game. Don't have to worry about tickets. Just pull up a chair and watch with other fans. <br />
Funny thing about the entire day - instead of Go Tigers it was War Eagle. They has a legend about an eagle soaring through the stadium and it gave the team encouragement to win a horrific game. Today they celebrate that legend by releasing a trained eagle in the stadium. They only cheer - War Eagle.<br />
I only have one answer to that - Boiler up and Hammer down. Go Boilers!!Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-44111591517900401832011-11-17T14:38:00.000-08:002011-11-17T14:38:16.963-08:00Please don't assume that I am stupid.When I moved to Alabama, I was proud to bring with me a great list of trainings that I had received and even taught in the Scouting world. I spent a week last summer working with some of the boys from my Boy Scout troop reviewing knots, compass work and fire building. Needless to say, I felt prepared.<br />
I have been a Girl Scout leader for around 20 years and a Girl Scout since 1973. As a girl, I took as much training as I could. As an adult, I was a day camp director for 9 years over 200 girls. I taught my adults good leadership skills, camping skills and ensured that everyone was safe and having a great time. I learned new skills in my Boy Scout troop. I honed my own outdoor skills and absorbed anything new to learn.<br />
I move to my new council and find that everything I learned never really happened. I was told that there aren't really any adults who move in from out of state that have any good outdoor skills. The person likened it to a trip that they took to Jamboree and how dangerous some of the adults were. How the boys didn't have a clue what was going on. How women seemed to slip through the cracks at most councils. However, this person never really asked what I knew - just assumed I was clueless.<br />
I drove 3 hours one way just to participate in a council training just a few weeks ago. I decided during my drive that I would maintain a good attitude and try to learn something from this trainer. Her first remark - you must have camped before because you know how to appropriately dress. Score one for me. We learned knots. I quietly tied my knot then leaned over and assisted those around me. We learned how to start fires without matches. I started mine several times her way then I started it my way - still no matches. I asked if she had seen a fire by friction set. Not sure if it works - they only produce smoke was her answer. You see, I am a Firecrafter and a proud one too. I have witness young men building their sets then starting their fires. It's a skill of persistence.<br />
We learned to cook in a dutch oven, however she was short a tool to lift the lid - just use a pot holder. A pair of vise grips work too if not welding gloves. We talked about knife safety. Well, we talked that young people shouldn't touch a knife - wow. We learned to set up a tent and that walking on it while laying on the ground is just fine.<br />
Somehow I managed to smile throughout my training. I often thought what the Boys Scouts back in Indiana would say if they saw me learning the skills that I helped some of them with. It turned into my own inside joke. The trainer asked me after our session if I would help her train. Sure, why not. However, I have a suggestion. Instead of assuming a person knows nothing of what you teach, why don't you include their knowledge in your training. <br />
Everyone has skills that they bring to the table. We all have something that we do well and are willing to share. It is an insult to toss aside what the next person knows instead of learning what they know and possibly honing it into what works best for your group or situation.<br />
I must admit that I have struggled trying to fit my round Scout self into the square Scout hole here. I have often thought of walking away and not caring. However, I can't do that. I can't do that to my Scouts. I value the girls in my troop and hopefully I will finally settle into a great relationship with my boys. Youth can teach us all so much but I can't teach them that it's easy to give up and walk away. They have too many role models teaching that now.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-16308808375405103512011-11-14T15:52:00.000-08:002011-11-14T15:52:02.445-08:00It's the Art of the BrewMy husband brewed beer yesterday. He is a proud member of that quickly growing group of homebrewers. It is not a cheap way to make some booze but more like an art form. I liken it to a pastry chef making the best desserts or a chef creating a masterpiece. Let's put it this way, too much time and effort goes into making that perfect beer to be wasted on calling it cheap booze.<br />
He brewed from grains which is more complicated than from any of his malt extract kits. He set up his kitchen just outside our garage and cooked all day. He had to bring his grain to a boil and cook for so long. Even the water is prepared in a caring way. Then he transferred it to another pot and had more cooking to do. Hops were added and the chemical balance of his beer was constantly checked. A couple of more hours passed before his beer was ready to put in his carboy to start its first stages of fermenting. Truly a chef working on his masterpiece.<br />
Can you tell that he has done this quite often? He has been doing this for many years now. Actually, the last few years he basically moth balled his equipment claiming he had no time to brew. With all that was going on with his job at the time, I suspect there was no heart to put into either.<br />
I am an avid sewer. I can get lost in my sewing room creating something special out of a couple pieces of fabric. I have made toys, clothing, costumes and a few quilts. I lose complete track of time when I step into my sewing room. I guess it's like that with my husband and his brewing. Watching that satisfaction the he has as he brews. The constant checking of his latest masterpiece as it ferments. The schedules that he follows to make the perfect brew. His life's wish is to open a bed and breakfast somewhere South and serve his fine beers. I hope we can attain that for him. <br />
However, this time he handed me the spent grains to make something more out of it. I perused several dog biscuit recipes and found the perfect one. Now my dog is begging constantly to get his treats. But he has to fight my kids for them too. Yes, my kids. See, the treats are made with spent grains, flour, egg and peanut butter. This bakes into a wonderful treat that apparently my kids kind of like too. I can't wait to get a phone call from school asking why I am feeding my kids dog treats. I guess I had better check their snacks tomorrow.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-68725188917012560042011-11-13T11:03:00.000-08:002011-11-13T11:03:33.714-08:00Buy Those Cookies!!Because of my bad handling of paperwork, our troop camping trip was canceled - that is going to the actual GS camp. We voted and decided that camping in my back yard was a good alternative - not great but it worked. I had a couple of girls who never camped out in cold weather before and all my girls were still new to each other. We cooked, built fires, worked on knots and learned about camping in the cold. Because of our change in venue, we decided to walk my neighborhood and participate in Scouting for Food. They gathered a wagon load of food.<br />
As the day wore on, I was able to sit back and observe how the girls interacted and handled new situations. Lord Baden Powell, founder of Boy Scouts, stated that camping gives everyone an even playing field. No one reflects their wealth, age, education or anything - we are all the same. This weekend, I couldn't agree more. I loaned out heavier sleeping bags and fleece bags to those who didn't have them but overall they were mentally prepared. I firmly believe that camping levels it out in Girl Scouts too.<br />
I watched an only child realize that she lost that status in her troop family of 7 members. The same girl was very excited to roast a marshmallow and make her first s'more. I watched another girl with special needs realize that she can do more if she believed in herself. Her troop was also not cutting her any slack. However, without any prompting, several offered aid with any task that might be too difficult or unsafe for her. That is sisterhood.<br />
I listened to the Cadettes tromp off to their own tent and giggle part of the night away. I watched 2 Juniors set up their tent and decide that best location for it. In the morning, I watched 3 Cadettes act as if they knew each other for years instead of months. That is what Girl Scouting is all about.<br />
I grew up in Scouting and continued on as an adult. I am a Gold Award Scout, equal to Eagle - but don't ask a Boy Scout that. I have honed my leadership skills and have learned how to be more flexible in my decisions. I try to picture what I would be if I didn't have that training throughout my life. I am not sure but I don't think I would have the confidence that I have now. I have learned courage to try new things and work outside of my comfort range. Both of these things create character. That is the current ad campaign for Girl Scouts - Courage, Confidence and Character to make the world a better place.<br />
I was able to witness that in our overnight. These girls were out of their comfort zone but now know that they can do what they need to do. They tried various ways of starting fires - never using a match. This is just one part of the program but a very strong part. Ask you kid if they can do that.<br />
January, cookie sales begin around the country. When asked by a young girl if you would like to buy some cookies - put yourself in their place. Would you have been able to ask a stranger that passed your cookie booth to buy cookies? Could you have looked a person in the eye and said "Thanks for your support or Thank you anyway"? Yes, it is a great money maker but it is more than that. Each year I watch my girls become more confident about themselves as they grow up and talk to more people. Show your support and buy a box or two. That money goes a long way to helping a girl become a better person.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-45342594406903279782011-11-11T05:48:00.000-08:002011-11-11T05:48:55.408-08:00Thank you is not enough<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2uu6xJWRzBU7AMoljppuhI1WMmAdUfNQlpKtlci1xmrZ3FPJDACDyrE2EvNyknwUuFm9Jx7wXDoliqSKhVilMFKNdIz1TTyQeIccdZvlQchvfn_YltZMx0uWXsDgdiZXR9bdZaxfscog/s1600/dad+wwII+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2uu6xJWRzBU7AMoljppuhI1WMmAdUfNQlpKtlci1xmrZ3FPJDACDyrE2EvNyknwUuFm9Jx7wXDoliqSKhVilMFKNdIz1TTyQeIccdZvlQchvfn_YltZMx0uWXsDgdiZXR9bdZaxfscog/s320/dad+wwII+001.jpg" width="222" /></a></div>Today we celebrate Veteran's Day in our country. Many of us will stop for a moment and offer thanks then go on with our days. Some will attend services or participate in parades. I must admit that I am one that will stop in thought then go on with my day. I have this photo in my living room of my father in his dress blues from the Navy. I gaze at it and think about that young man in that photo and what he did and saw all those years ago.<br />
You see, I am blessed to have a father who served in WWII. He served on a Destroyer Escort, the USS Snyder. He did what many young men did at that time, he stopped what he was doing as a civilian and took his position as a navy man - working in the engine room as a mechanic - motor mach as he called it. He saw quite a few things while on his tour. He was stationed just off of Japan after the big bombs were dropped. He never made it to land but I am sure of its impact. He didn't continue any career in the Navy after the war. He did just what many other Veterans did and came home and picked up where he left off. He married my mom and they began their lives together.<br />
My father passed away June 4, 2002 after a long battle with COPD. I think it started on that ship all those years ago. He came home to work in the train yards in a small town called Beech Grove, Indiana. He was a gifted wood worker and didn't know about today's precautions for chemicals from paints and strippers. He worked several jobs as the head of household but he always able to provide for a family of 5 children.<br />
After he passed away, I started seriously working on my family genealogy. I hunted for dates and photos to feed my curiosity. I couldn't find much of my father's Navy life in my mother's hope chest. She had cut down some parts of his old navy to use for my oldest brother for clothing. I am sure other parts were just worn out. My parents grew up in the depression and learned to use all that they had wisely.<br />
My father really never shared any war stories with his family. During the late part of his life, he did open up more but we never heard anything that he held deep in his soul. I know that a torpedo narrowly missed the bow of his ship during a battle. I know that he hated rice. While being stationed off of Japan that was most of the rations on the ship. I still remember him being very angry towards Japan even during the opening ceremonies of the Winter Olympics held in Japan over 10 years ago. Again, so much I will never know but I do understand. I think he saw some things too horrific to even speak. Like many WWII veterans, those stories and experiences are lost to all of us. According to my mother, he never really had any post war issues when he came home but he was a private man so I will never really know much.<br />
There is one thing that I will always be in complete respect of. After my father's funeral, we were reading the registry book. One of his shipmates came to pay their last respects after all of these years My oldest brother had the opportunity to speak with him, however, the rest of us missed it - including my mother. That spoke so much more than my father ever said. They went through quit a lot out there in the world oceans. Over 50 years later, that bond still continued even though they probably never spoke after they walked off that ship.<br />
I am grateful to all of my family that has served. I have uncles who served in WWII. I have a father-in-law that served in peace time. I have a brother, brother-in-law and cousins that have also all stepped up and served during peace. I know that peace time serving it not what is says. They are protecting our peace. I am grateful for them stepping away from their families and doing what they did.<br />
Most of all, I am grateful for my father. You have taught me more than any person could, especially my values. Only a man with your background could do that. I am a strong person because of you. Thanks for stepping up all those years ago and protecting your little girl. For that, thanks will never be enough.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-80533973166737013962011-11-10T16:58:00.000-08:002011-11-10T16:58:13.225-08:00They are only young for so long.Today, I was able to enjoy lunch with my youngest for Grandparents and Special Person Day at her school. I am not her grandparent but obviously I fit in the special person category. My kids enjoyed this day in Indiana while in elementary school. Their grandparents also thought it was important enough that they attended. However, when you move so many hours/miles away, I get to fill in for that role. <br />
I had a lot of fun having lunch with my youngest. She made me a nice card about what we have in common. Being her mom, I will say it's the best one made in her class. We sat with a couple of her friends, one that is in my Girl Scout troop and another who wants to join. The latter girl had no one with her. She said she told her parents about the lunch but forgot to remind them so they didn't make it. It broke my heart.<br />
There were several other kids that had no one with them for lunch. Having lunch together is not that big of a deal but being the one without a lunch date is kind of sad. I understand that there are circumstances that keep you from participating but somethings can be worked out.<br />
Our kids are only little for a while. We have all been told that many times, especially by our parents. My son turns 16 this winter. I often reflect back when he was an toddler. My husband and I often tease our kids about things they did when they were little. Watching the old videos reminds me of days past but it's just not the same.<br />
I am trying my best to remember to be there for my kids whenever I can. I am active in their Scout troops and get to know their friends when I can. I am not the cool mom, just the observant mom. Whenever I am driving them to their various activities, I remind myself that one day I will be driving them to college. Time does fly when you are having fun.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775050253685453251.post-3101866622975208482011-11-09T07:07:00.000-08:002011-11-09T07:07:39.305-08:00Looking for that White Christmas.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8KlBmiKkX93CtrQWrDodaWzrt7M7z4UBpandrsQ0n6yJQM_HQoFtHY9WQwCQEPEQdgKcwA83kf0uH7g36QalpIzSChrxrhqBJFp4LwZ8VSCEWReBuKDa2Kh9paI-sSiyypwo3Cf3Ayeg/s1600/house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8KlBmiKkX93CtrQWrDodaWzrt7M7z4UBpandrsQ0n6yJQM_HQoFtHY9WQwCQEPEQdgKcwA83kf0uH7g36QalpIzSChrxrhqBJFp4LwZ8VSCEWReBuKDa2Kh9paI-sSiyypwo3Cf3Ayeg/s320/house.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
I tried to do some Christmas shopping yesterday. Tried is the word since I just couldn't get into the mood to really look for anything special. I have been shopping most of the year and that was the easy part. However, when November comes around I like the crisp snap in the air, the threat of possible snow flurries and the yearning for some spiced tea. Yesterday it was almost 80 degrees around here. A little warm for the area but not by much.<br />
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I found myself looking at the large Christmas card collection trying to find that perfect card. I don't usually send out cards but since we moved I thought this would be a good year to do so. Still need to let some friends and family know that we have moved and that we are all doing fine. Maybe they should read my blog.....<br />
Most of the cards reflected wintery scenes and seemed to really define Christmas - if I still lived in my log home in Indiana. Nothing seemed to reflect what that feeling is here - not really sure what that is anyhow.<br />
I even priced artificial trees. We have always had a live tree to fill our log home up with the smell of pine. And quite frankly, fresh is best in that type of home. I have been told by my neighbors here that I should expect double the prices for fresh trees down here. Why would that be? Well, the trees come from Michigan and Wisconsin. Pine trees here are a bit scraggly. It seemed that the only artificial trees that I liked look real and had a really big price tag. I guess I will have to wait for a big sale. They even sell fake snow to sprinkle on your tree. Looked nice but I considered the constant vacuuming of the house and thought differently.<br />
We have prepared for Christmas as a family when it was very cold out. I remember going to Lowes and selecting any tree that fit our wish list - green and decent. It was too cold to care. We have had years that we have been out in light jackets searching for hours for that perfect tree. Probably will repeat that here.<br />
I guess when it comes down to it. It's not the snow on the ground, the woods around my log home, the brisk feeling that arrives that time of year. My kids will still be excited about decorating the tree. They have already started asking about making cookies and candies. They have even started teasing me about listening to my Christmas music - which I do for a solid month. As much as I miss the White Christmas feel from the Midwest, I need to remember just a simple thing. My family hasn't changed and it is still a great Christmas where ever we are. We are together and having a blast.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351631283362589593noreply@blogger.com0