Showing posts with label homeschool. Show all posts
Showing posts with label homeschool. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The Day I Almost Died

Wait, I am alive, right?

*checks pulse*

Okay, I'm good.

Anyway...

I almost died the day I had to face this.

Scary huh?

To borrow from Fanny Squeers's quotableness "My heart does SO Palpitate!" Only mine was more of the hammer-again-a-steel-wall-I-can't-hear-anything-over-the-noise type of palpitate rather that the pitter-patter of a love sick heart. Personally I would have preferred the latter...

It was a bad morning, (bad being the mildest term I could use here) Try attempting to control your emotions so you don't burst into tears in a so-silent-you-could-hear-a-pin-drop room of 30 kids who look madly smart and confident. During this time also try to imagine being aware that you're whiter than a sheet and struggling how to do simple things like spelling "concentration" (it's a c, right???) and figuring out what on earth what 6 divided by 2 is. (3?? 2?? 12???). Then you'll know how I felt, sort of.

Like I said, it's was bad morning. I left the test building accompanied by a tsunami size wave of despair a headache the size on Montana. I was angered by the injustice of it, just because I'm not a very apt tester (I do NOT work well under pressure) I was going to get the most embarrassing score of my life and I'd have to take the test again this fall. I was just thrilled. (The former sentence is just dripping with sarcasm.)

I got my test scores on Saturday.

I stared hard at the envelope that I was sure held my doom, I wasn't even sure I wanted to open it.

But I did, because among all my faults the greatest is a maddening inclination towards curiosity. It killed the cat, and I was sure it would kill me too.

*reads score*

*re-checks pulse*

*pinches self*

*re-reads the name at the top of the results*

*re-re-reads MY name at the top of the results*

*blinks eyes*

*screams*

*jumps up and down*



This proves that there is a God in Heaven.

This proves miracles to happen.

(FYI the ACT is scored 1-36, 21 is the national average.)

Monday, May 18, 2009

Tri-State Homeschool Group's Class of 2009

I'M DONE!!
(sort-of)
*SQUEALS*

Yes it was very windy.

More pictures to follow...

(I am aware that lately I've been an awful blogger, but I hate it when people lament their lack of blogging on their blogs, so I'll refrain :-) )

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Banquet 2009






Thursday, April 23, 2009

Nothing Is Ever Easy

At least not with me.

Yesterday in the car I spent 10 minuets searching for my CD player, only to have Dawn (a girl we're traveling with) point out that it's been on my lap this whole time.

Then someone from the tournament called telling us we didn't make the deadline so we couldn't compete.

Us: "But we got permission to arrive late.... right?"

*phone tag for an hour*

Them: "Oh yeah... never mind. But you have to come in extra early tomorrow."

Us: "Whew! We'll have to get up at 6 tomorrow which will feel like 5 to us, that'll be fun."

About half was through the drive I started to feel sick. Lots of fun in an 8 hours drive.

We got to our hotel and I took a relaxing warm shower.

I'd left my clothes and pajamas on the floor of the bathroom and as I got out of the shower I stepped on my pajamas ... my wet pajamas. It seems I didn't close the curtain far enough on the shower so there was an inch of water on the floor. I wrung my clothes out several times before giving up and leaving them to dry over night. I patched together something to sleep in and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Sort-of.

Between 9 and 10 our time (8 and 9 Midwest time) all off our family called or texted us at one point or another. Just as we would drift off mom's phone ring. We were near the point of sending out a general text. "We are trying to sleep, please leave us alone!"

This morning seemed to go a little better. My clothes weren't dry but my hair behaved (wonder of wonders) and I went to register with renewed confidence.

Registration Lady: "Lydia where are your copyright and title pages? You can compete if you don't have them."

I went weak at the knees. We'd forgotten something we really, really shouldn't have forgotten, and if we didn't fix it we would have come all this way for nothing.

Mom spun into action calling home. At home it was 6:30 in the morning and nobody was answering the phone. We called and it rang and rang and rang. Susie told us later that she was having a dream about a phone that wouldn't stop ringing.

Finally we called sisters and they went over a woke Susie up, then after much trial and error (and Lydia almost fainting) we (somehow) got the pages scanned e-mailed and printed out in less that 15 minuets.

According to the Registration Lady we were good to go, but Mom and I both said we felt like crying from relief.

Me: "Finally I can breathe easy."

Then I got a nose bleed.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

I Had 62 Bobby Pins In My Hair Last Night

Here's some of my favorite pictures from the weekend. Captions above pictures.

Joe and I.

Sam and I (a.k.a. Mr. and Mrs. Kirby)



My "family" L to R: Alice (by the end of the play my "daughter-in-law") Tony (my "son") Anthony Kirby (my "husband") and me ("Miriam Kirby")

Tony demonstrating how he yells his head off and gets everything he wants.

I faint once.
Make that twice. This is personally my favorite picture of the 2 nights.
Or three times. I admit it, I love swooning.


To be continued...

;-)

Friday, January 23, 2009

"The Most Wonderful Time of the Year..."

No, I'm not talking about Christmas, or Easter, or even Summer time. I'm talking about...

Play Time!
Every spring the high school kids in our homeschool group put on a play. I'm graduating this spring, so this play will be my last.

The play this year is You Can't Take it With You. It's based on a 1938 Jimmy Stewart movie.


Joe won't let me tell you about his characters, so see his blog for details. (Hint: my friend Heather gets to spit in my brother's face, too fun!!)

I'm playing Mrs. Kirby (the "mother" from the video)I get to faint twice and scream, two things I've always wanted to do on stage :-O Mrs. Kirby is kind of the villain of the play, stuck and snobby.

Can't you all imagine me perfectly in that part??? :-) :-)

Just so you're warned, my life will be full of play stuff for the next two and a half months. So get used to it!!

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

How to Check a Book in at My Library in 8 Steps.

This was an English assignment where I was supposed to explain a process that was familiar to me, but that I was supposed to assume my reader knew nothing about. Enjoy!


Libraries are a part of modern life. It is a place to gain knowledge, or even just to enjoy some entertainment. Libraries are places of order, but do you ever think about the people who keep it that way? You randomly pull a book off the shelf check it out and bring it back. You drop it in the return book and think nothing else of it. After you leave a librarian must check the books in. Here how she might do it:

(We are of course assuming this library has updated to computers, instead of the old card catalog, which, while having it’s merits, is now old technology.)

First we must look at the quantity of book in the return bin, in this particular case; we have a square hole in the counter. Below is a hollow wooden box of the same size of the hole with a top on springs, the heavier the load of books in the return bin the lower the top. If there are only a couple of items in on top of the bin I advise taking checking them in with not much fuss. Easy.

If, as it is the norm, the return box is quite full of items, I advise going about it in this orderly fashion:

1.) Take everything out of the box. (If there are especially a lot of books and the top is way down you might have to go below the counter to remove the books more easily, especially if you are shorter than the average human.) Check for items that are wedged between the top and the lip of the box. Also when the bin is empty (and if it has wheels) roll it our from under the hole and check around the area for anything that might have fallen off the over-stuffed bin onto the floor. Replace the bin.

2.) The items you have removed should be placed in stacks around the hole on the counter. Divide them into sensible categories: The VHS tapes, DVDs, CDs, Books on Tape, Large Print, Children’s, Paperbacks, Teens, Mystery, Adult Fiction, Non-fiction and Fantasy all go into several assorted piles.

3.) Pick a pile and start with the item on top. (I usually start with the DVDs because they are high-demand.)

4.) Locate the barcode. (A barcode is a series of parallel vertical lines, or bars used yp assign a unique identification code.) Depending on the item and who it belongs to the barcode could be anywhere. On our DVDs the barcode is usually in the right side of the case above the DVD. Other libraries have the barcode on the front, some on the back. CD cases almost always have the barcode on the front.

5.) Place the barcode under the scanner’s red laser light. (A scanner is an input device that puts something into digital form.) Now this is the most difficult of the process, I can’t really tell you how to do it because it’s a “touch” one must learn how to do. You must place it in the exactly right place and pull it out quickly. There can’t be anything too close, even your hand, or the scanner will become confused. If the scanner reads the barcode correctly the name of the item with appear on the screen and the computer will give you a reassuring “beep”.

6.) If, indeed the barcode is on the inside of the case, when you open it you will be able to see if the DVD or CD is there. (You’d be surprised how many people return the case but leave the DVD or CD in the player.) If the DVD/CD isn’t present use your mouse to click where the name of the item appeared on the screen. The name of the patron who had had the item will show in a pop-up window. Write down the name and put aside to call later.

7.) Place the item on put it on the correct cart. In my libraries check-in area there are three carts surrounding the counter. To the left of the hole there is a two sided yellow cart with two shelves in each side. On the inside cover of most items is the month and year which the library purchased it; if it was purchased in the last six months, place in on the top shelf of the left side of the yellow cart. The top right shelf is where all the other books go (no matter if they are children’s, teens, adults etc.) Magazines go on the right and left sides bottom shelves. Adult DVDs, VHS tapes, CDs and Books on tape go on a single sided three shelved black cart behind me. DVDs on the top shelf, VHS tape on the middle and CDs and Books on tape on the bottom. There is a low one sided yellow cart to your right. Children’ DVDs, CDs and Books on tape go there.

8.) At our library we trade books with some neighboring libraries. If one of these borrowed items is returned the computer will tell you who to send it back to. You then put the item in the crate on the shelf below the computer that is there for just such a purpose. It is also possible that an item might be requested by a patron of the library when checked in the computer will tell you. You can then print out the slip of paper and tape it (with removable tape) to the spine of the item and put it on another shelf below the computer in the area marked “To Call”.

It is a possibility that a personnel item may be returned, or even an item from a church or school library that your library is not associated with. If it is a church or school library item return to the library. If it is a personnel item you can try to find the owner by searching the names of people who have just brought items back.

Sound complicated? Well then would you like to know then that the item is not even half-way back to it’s proper spot. From the carts it must go to the shelves in the staff room where it will sit until someone takes it and puts it on a different cart, takes it to the right place in the building and puts it on the right place on the shelf. (All this is has a system unto it’s self.) Often enough the item doesn’t stay there for more than a week, when somebody checks it out, takes it home, utilizes it, and drops it into the return bin. Here we go again.

Monday, November 17, 2008

You Know You're From a Big Family If...

-There are pictures of your family in matching outfits
-You write your name on the bottom of your socks
-You go to the bathroom just to get some "alone time"
-You never say "I'm bored"
-You have valuable negotiating skills and have honed them from a very young age
-You know that just because someone says your sibling's name, it doesn't mean they're not talking to you
-You find creative ways to hide things you want to keep for yourself
-You've seen your mother walking laps around your property so she can get a few minutes of peace & quiet
-You shake your head in disbelief when you hear someone say they've never changed a diaper
-One sibling is getting on your nerves it's okay because you can just go hang out with a different one
-Strangers think that big sister is actually mom
-If you want some ice cream, you don't wait around to get some, because tomorrow it will be gone
-You wouldn't trade the fact that you have the opportunity to make a bunch of best friends that are stuck with you for life!
-Whenever your family goes out to eat the waiters always have to put tables together for you and when they do it is always in the back corner of the restaurant so as to keep your stereotypically rude family away from their other customers
-People continually comment that you could have a whole basketball team, or even better a baseball team
-You have laughed at all the cars that were stuck in traffic on the freeway while you flew by in the carpool lane
-Your mom is trying to say someone's name and she's already gone through 6 sibs' names, she probably is trying to remember yours
-You aren't worried about getting beat up at the playground, because if someone messes with one sibling they mess with ALL of you.
-You are proficient in cleaning up broken glass and ceramic and you can tell from the sound it made when it crashed whether the item dropped is fine, cracked, or broken
-You can hear a cry and tell whether the child is hurt, angry, sad or throwing a temper tantrum within 3 seconds
-You're walking around a store with little siblings and people assume they're your kids
-You start to pile out of the van, and your dad proudly turns to the people who's house you've just invaded and mentions something about the Normandy Invasion
-Your family can't fit in a mini-van
-Instead of learning from your own mistakes, you learn from your siblings'
-You are the shyest person in the world, but the loudest in your family
-Other people "don't understand how your mom does it"
-Your parents want you to do something, and they usually tell another sibling to tell you to do it
-You've gotten hand-me-downs from older siblings
-You routinely hide choice foods/leftovers so no one else will eat it all before you can get some
-You own enough books to start a library
-Your family has paid enough overdue fines to fund the building of a new library
-Picky eaters are not tolerated because mom simply does not have the time to prepare different foods for one child
-You go anywhere before 3:00 on a week day and people ask if your class is on a field trip
-You go looking to purchase a new appliance and the capacity is the only feature that really matters
-People continually ask you to repeat yourself after you told them how many children are in your family like they must have heard incorrectly
-Everything under the sun is discussed for an hour straight around the dinner table because everyone has to put their two bits in
-Your brother leans over your shoulder and corrects your grammar and spelling while you type on this site. (grrr!)
-You smile when people ask how many kids you have because you know when you answer they will repeat the number even more loudly to help themselves hear it
-Your family is referred to as a clan, pack, horde, gang or gaggle
- You invite your friend(s) over and they feel like they're a part of your family
-The invention of the wide-angled lens made your family portrait possible.
-Getting from one side of your living room to the other requires skillfully making it through an obstacle course of toys, coloring books (plus the spilled crayons), school books, extra chairs dragged in from other rooms, and small children
-You've been asked over and over if you're Mormon, Catholic or homeschooled
-You have to bribe the trash men to take all of your family’s garbage
-You take your driver's license test in a 15 passenger van
-You bring a friend who's an only child over for dinner and they just stare in shock, confusion and awe for 90% of the time!
-You are frequently compared to Russian dolls because you all look so much alike
-At your family reunions there are more cousins in your family than in all the others combined
-Everyone comments about how cute your daughter looks when you carry your three-year old sister around at Wal-Mart
-You shared a room with no less than three people for most of your childhood
-You have to squeeze four people in a row of seats in your van that was only designed to hold three
-You're 28 and you still have a few siblings under 6th grade
-You're closer in age to your mother than you are to your youngest brother
-You pull into a campground, and the neighbors start using their fingers to count how many are getting out of the car

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Thankful Thursday #9

Six years ago I was attending a local church's Kid's Night when
I found I anonymous note addressed to me.
The writer told me they admired me and that they wanted to be my friend.
A year later, a homeschool girl named Heather and I became friends.
She then confessed to writing the note and I was pleasantly shocked.

She won't see this because she doesn't have Internet
but this week I am thankful for my wonderful friend Heather.
We are often quite silly together.


We comfort each other when our brothers *sniff, sob* go off to war with out asking us first!


She even tolerates my messy hair!


Our friendship has had many ups and downs since the note writing, but I have always thanked the Lord for his faithfulness.

Happy Birthday Dear! I'm so thankful God made us friends!

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

I Could Have Danced All Night...

"I could've danced all night,
and still have begged for more!
I could've spread my wings,
and done a thousand things
I'd never done before!"


If you had been on a certain Main St. in a certain Wisconsin town at about 11:00 Saturday evening you would have heard two rather excited young ladies singing this at the top of their voices.

A nearby town holds a civil war reenactment every year. Complete with battles, guns etc.

and....

a ball!




I seriously could have danced all night.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Don't ask me but...

I think brains don't work as well in the summer. June 1st came and went and suddenly I can't do Algebra.

Not that I could do it that well before...

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Oh NO!!!

Bad news ladies and gents the Mon Cerveau has now become an endangered creature, it's close to extinction!! It's predators the école and the Lavie have been growing in numbers and are overpowering this helpless creature.
Please Help!!

Sunday, May 11, 2008

A girl may grow up to be an:

Accountant
or
Cook
or
Mentor
or
Teacher
or
Coach
or
Daycare-giver
or
Nightcare-giver
or
Lawyer
or
Nurse
or
Business Person
or
Gardener
or
Driver
or
Counselor
But when she grew up to become all of these, she became my Mom.
MY Mom.
"A round of applause please ladies and gents!"

Friday, April 25, 2008

$1,000,000

One Million dollars. Six zeros following a one. Imagine...

I don't consider myself a greedy person, If my boss didn't remember to give me my paycheck I would forget it, and never get paid. (On that note, yesterday at work I got paid too watch movies! I love my job...)

Last night Luke and I were watching "Are you smarter than a Fifth Grader?" I knew, or guessed at most of the answers leading up to the million dollar one. The contestant won half a million, realised that the last question was on social studies and dropped out with the money. He was glad he had dropped out when they showed the million dollar question "How many men signed the Declaration of Independence?" He said he had no idea and would have guessed 53. I about exploded. I, ME, LYDIA, knew the answer to the million dollar question!!! 56!! Any dedicated National Treasure fan would know that!! (In fact, they have it wrong the whole movie and say it's 55.)

I couldn't believe it... me, who can't even do Algebra...

In fact I became so engrossed, I must not have been thinking clearly when I noticed a rather strong aroma. "What is that sicky sweet smell?" I thought out loud. When I finally pulled myself out of my wonderment, I realized that Luke was spraying a can of what he thought to be air freshener randomly and thickly about the room. The problem? It wasn't air freshener, it was hairspray.

I'm still a bit lightheaded.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Lillie!


My friend Lillie FINALLY got a blog of her own. The address is http://inlillieseyes.blogspot.com . Although due to an error on Joe and my part she doesn't have any pictures to post...
But her blog should be interesting, so check it out!

Friday, April 18, 2008

A Fairy Tale

Once a year Lyddiella is transformed from from her normalness into beauteousness by her Amazing Fairy Sisters into a sort of Princess. Accompanied by her two Marvelous Step-Sisters (we wish) Extraordinary Real Mother, she is transported to the Banquet-Ball in a Gleaming blue Coach. She arrives at the Church, eats dances with Brother Charming and leaves with both her shoes. At midnight she returns home, takes of her beautiful gown and is once again a normal peasant girl. At least for another year...

I love High School Banquet:-) Pretty dresses, good food, music, fun talk, pictures. Lots of pictures :-)

EDITED TO ADD: SLIDESHOW IS NOW AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE :-)

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Are we cute or what?

*after making faces at a 2? year old little girl while checking her mom's books out*
"How old is your daughter?"

*proud mommy look*
"She turned two on February 23."

*Just as I guessed...*
"Oh, my little sister's just a month younger than her."

*Trying to be polite*
"Really, and can I ask how old you are?"

*let me think about that for a moment...*
"I'm...17."

*impressed*
"Oh wow, that's a big span for oldest to youngest."

*is going to enjoy this*
"Actually my oldest sister is *an undisclosed age*"

*shocked look*
"No way!"

*smiles*
"There's nine of us."

Okay, I admit it, I love doing that, The questions, the shocked look...*sighs with delight* too much fun!

Well who wouldn't be proud of this bunch?

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

C.S. Lewis's The Screwtape Letters..

(For those haven't read The Screwtape Letters, this is written by a demon and when he refers to the "Enemy" he's talking about God.)

"The humans live in time but our Enemy destines them to Eternity. He therefore, I believe, wants to attend chiefly to two things, to Eternity itself, and to that point of time which they call the Present. For the Present is the point at which time touches Eternity. Of the Present moment, and of it only, humans have an experience, analogous to the experience which our Enemy has of reality as a whole; in it alone freedom and actuality are offered them. He would therefore have them continually concerned either with Eternity (which means being concerned with him) or with the Present-wither meditating on their eternal union with, or separation from, Himself, or else obeying the present voice of conscience, bearing the present cross, receiving of the present grace, giving thanks for the Present pleasure." ~Chapter 15, The Screwtape Letters

I was reading this for school today and this particular paragraph jumped out at me. I guess I just never though of it this way... present is our only connection to eternity.The present goes by so fast, that I forget to enjoy and give thanks for every day God gives me, I forget to praise him for the connection he gives me with him, the ability to spend eternity with God.

Monday, April 7, 2008

It seems to be the thing to post today...

Who are you in Anne's circle of friends?
Who are you in Anne's Circle of Friends?


Now back to my non-fiction life...
Peter Pan was amazing, tons of fun!! And to boot, I didn't mess up too bad*is pleased with self*. Except when I threw my teddy bear over the set, and had to try to get someone of stages attention so they could get it to me, while keeping in character, thank goodness Heather noticed and found Teddy before it was too late. These are the only pictures I have for you right now, Nena hasn't uploaded hers yet, this is from another mom's photobucket.

Sorry I'm so blurry... I was jumping up and down. Left to right Heather as John Darling, Katie as Mrs. Darling, Deborah as Wendy Darling (you can see her nose) Ethan as Mr. Darling, and me as Michael Darling.

This is Wendy and I comforting Nana (Becca Hall.)

Joe and some of the other Indians, he died twice in two hours, once as an Indian and once as a pirate.
The lost boys (all played by girls) are below. Left to right First and Second Twin (Kayla and Elizabeth) Tootles (Sara) Curly (Jessica) Slightly (Monique) and Nibs (Lillie). You can see Deborah W. up on top on the set, she played the Bird who saved Peter from drowning. As to our beautiful set.. Susie painted it and I think it's stunning!

That's all I have for now, I'll post some of Nena's soon:-)

Thursday, April 3, 2008

In Honor of my Ambitions for this Weekend...


Don : What's your lofty mission in life that lets you sneer at my humble profession?

Kathy : I'm an actress...on the stage.

Don : Oh, on the stage, well I'd like to see you act, what are you in right now? I could brush up on my English, or bring along an interpreter, that is if they'd let in a *movie* actor.

Kathy : I'm not in a play right now, but I will be. I'm going to New York...

Don : Oh, you're going to New York and then some day we'll all hear of you, won't we? Kathy Selden as Juliet, as Lady Macbeth, as King Lear. You'll have to wear a beard for that one of course.

Kathy : Laugh all you want, but at least the stage is a dignified profession.

Don : [scoffing] Dignified profession.

Kathy: What do you have to be so conceited about? You're nothing but a shadow on film... just a shadow. You're not flesh and blood.

Don: Oh, no?

Kathy: Stop!

Don : What can I do to you, I'm only a shadow. Fear not, sweet lady! I will not molest you. I am but a humble jester, and you? You are to far above me! Farewell, Ethel Barrymore! I must tear myself from your side! (rips coat)

Quotes

 

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