
Friday, January 27, 2012
FRIDAY FAVORITES
Thursday, January 26, 2012
THANKFUL THURSDAYS

Since I focused on my Big Girl last week, I will focus on my Little Girl today. As you can see from the pictures, my Little Girl is not so little anymore. It was 13 years ago and then some that I brought home this gift for which I am eternally thankful.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
TITUS 2 TUESDAYS - SCHEDULED HOUSECLEANING
Monday, January 23, 2012
MISCELLANEOUS MONDAYS - FOCUS ON EXERCISE

Most people hate Mondays. I love them. A brand new week is almost as good as a brand new year. :-) Mostly, I just like the routine - school, regular housework, etc. Weekends seem long and boring to me now that my girls are older and mostly independent. I keep up the housework during the week and, besides a bit of laundry, there is really nothing much left to do on Saturday and Sunday. I wish we had a church, but since we don't, Sundays are really the worst. I always wonder what in the world I am going to do with myself once my girls are both finished schooling.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
SACRED SUNDAYS - A FAVORITE HYMN
This is one of my favorite hymns. In the video at the bottom, he sings the most often used stanzas, but be sure to read all of them. Read slowly and think about what is being said. I especially love that last one!
HOW FIRM A FOUNDATION
Listen to the music here. A blurb from that site:
This hymn was sung at the funerals of American presidents Theodore Roosevelt and Woodrow Wilson. In addition:
[It] was the favorite of Deborah Jackson [sic; her name was actually Rachel] President Andrew Jackson’s beloved wife [he was President-elect at the time], and on his death-bed the warrior and statesman called for it. It was the favorite of Gen. Robert E. Lee, and was sung at his funeral. The American love and familiar preference for the remarkable hymn was never more strikingly illustrated than when on Christmas Eve, 1898, a whole corps of the United States Army Northern and Southern, encamped on the Quemados hills, near Havana [Cuba], took up the sacred tune and words.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
SCHOOL STUFF SATURDAY
DraculaBy Bram StokerA reviewTime, Setting, and Location: Dracula was a novel set in Victorian England and Europe.Author's Worldview: It's hard to say. Obviously, there was great evil and self-sacrificing good in the book, but the Vampires were victims as well as enemies. It was not their fault that they were what they were - another vampire had made them so. Even Dracula’s face, upon being killed, had a brief moment of peace as he was finally set free. Such objects as crucifixes and holy water and sacred wafers (I would dearly love to know how exactly the Professor got hold of them. He must have had some connections) were used along with garlic as a defensive against the vampires, but this could be more from the author using myths that were already in existence than from a Catholic worldview.Who/what did you like? My favorite character was the Professor. This isn’t unexpected. I tend to like professor or archeologist characters. He was a foreigner and so didn’t speak English perfectly and sometimes messed up expressions, which made him endearing. He was the father figure of the group, trying to protect everyone. My second favorite character was Quincy the American. He was loyal to the end and, unfortunately, was killed off.Who/What did you dislike? Nothing really. Every character fit in his proper place.Was the book well written? Yes, or I would have never gotten through it.Would you recommend it: Yes if the person can take a little bit of suspense.
Friday, January 20, 2012
FRIDAY FAVORITES - A FAVORITE POEM

Thursday, January 19, 2012
Thankful Thursdays
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
CIVIL WAR UNIT
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
HOW WE USE SPELLING POWER
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
A BRAND NEW YEAR
Monday, January 2, 2012
A FAVORITE POEM
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.