Hey, We’re Unblocked!!

Sometime last night or this morning Blogger unblocked us. I assume they are still working on dozens of others, if not thousands. I think they had a new spam checking system in operation and it gave them hundreds of false positives. Now I’m hearing that site meter is giving IE users issues. We’re going to double post for a while (transferring posts and comments is ridiculously easy from WordPress) while we slowly update the WordPress site to make it more our own. I don’t know if we’re going to end up moving permanently over or not- we have to think about it. We’re definitely keeping it as a backup in case this happens again. I’ve also heard of some people blocked as spam blogs who didn’t get their blogs back for over twenty days. So once WordPress is tweaked to our satisfaction, we may yet make the move permanent.

Anyway…. Other events from around and about The Common Room and its friends yesterday….

Friends of ours on their way down to State Fair with four boys and their dogs ran into car trouble. They had to be at State Fair with the dog, they were showing. So they borrowed our non-air conditioned van, poor souls (temps were in the 90s yesterday, humidity about the same) to complete the trip. Her husband picked it up to bring it to her, where she was waiting at a mechanic’s. While I was talking to her on the phone, I heard lots of barking and hollering in the background. She laughed- you know that kind of laugh that you laugh when there’s nothing else to do but sit down and cry, and you can’t do that because there’s no where to sit? She said, “Oh, the ice chest just tipped out of the van and spilled open, spreading all our food all over the garage floor.”
She called again later to say, “Do you think you could change my Facebook status for me? It needs to say, “_____ Needs a stiff drink.”

We all have those days, don’t we?

The HG called to tell me that she learned something new about mothering and caring for small children. You have to be careful about distractions. She was cleaning up the two year old’s face after a messy lunch. Then some of the boys came in- I’ve forgotten what that was about- but whatever they were doing or saying required the HG’s immediate and focused attention. What she did not realize was that she’d stopped cleaning the 2 year old’s face in mid-motion, her hand and wash cloth held in place in a sort of arrested motion- and that place was the 2 year old’s mouth. The 2 year old brought her attention to this lapse in manners in the only way she felt open to her. She bit the HG’s finger.

Our own Boy has learned that the quickest and easiest way to annoy his 12 year old sister is to give her a kiss- and it’s so much less likely to get him in trouble than taking away her book or tugging at her hair or calling her a peanut butter sandwich. Or so he thought. We’ve done the proper thing and called the police in and had him expelled for sexual harassment.
No, of course we didn’t. We pointed out that if you’re the only one having fun, it’s not having fun, it’s being a bully. And we pointed out that a kiss was only a sweet thing to do if you were actually kissing the other person because you wanted to be kind. If you are doing it to annoy, then you are not being sweet, you’re being a bit of a brat. We ruffled his hair, held him down and kissed him mercilessly and told him not to be a bit of a brat.

And then we told his sister that if she didn’t go all over “EW, YUCK, GROSS, YOU’RE IN MY BUBBLE, MY BUBBLE, MY BUBBLE, IT’S POPPPING, OH, GAG, RETCH, EW” then her brother would find it much less rewarding to slap those sloppy kisses on her, and that maybe if she just sweetly said, “Oh, Thanks. I love you, too,” and went back to what she was doing he would cease and desist with the kissing because he wasn’t getting the reward he wanted. And then we held her down and kissed her mercilessly and told her that she was the much loved sixth daughter of a large family, and we’d all been kissing her since she was born and she used to like it and we weren’t stopping now just because she thought that now that she was 12 she was all dignified and above it.

And people think that homeschoolers don’t have to deal with these sorts of valuable socializing experiences.

Incidentally, she’s so grown up (and so scarred from living in a large family) that she’s just come in and announced, “Twins are so much fun. I’ve decided that when I have a family, I want LOTS of twins.”

I’ve moved another book-case out of my room and into the closet under the stairs. We also moved another shelf, this one long, low, and deep, into the Cherub’s bedroom and put baskets in it for her clothes. Our previous arrangement just wasn’t working. While we were at it, we replaced her toddler bed (have we mentioned she’s very, very small for her age) with an iron crib that’s over a hundred years old. With the side rail down it makes a very pretty miniature daybed- pictures to follow once the bed is made today.=)

We made a tactical error with the wedding invites- The Equuschick set up a blog for the wedding where invited friends can check regularly for updates, hotel information, directions to the wedding site, a peek at the engagement pictures and so forth. We forgot to have that printed on the invitations. And the invitations are the tri-fold sort with open sides, so we can’t slip a card inside. Instead, we went to an online site where you can order custom address labels. We were able to put one of their engagement pics on the side, and instead of an address we have their first names, the notification that ‘for updated information and directions, please see our blog:’ and then the blog url and a Bible verse from Song of Solomon- all in their wedding colors and with our choice of fonts (which means MY choice of fonts, since we all know how the Equuschick feels about font selection). They are self adhesive so we can just stick them neatly on the invites. They should be here in a week, and if I like them as much as I think I shall, I share the URL for ordering labels of your own design. I also ordered some for price tags for our antique booth, which has been sadly neglected for months now.

My husband downloaded some program he said I could use to do the same thing from home, just printing them out on our printer and then we didn’t have to wait for them to arrive. I asked him to show me how to do that. He opened up his laptop and brought up the program and then he went outside to spray toxic poisons on the weeds in the driveway and left me alone with the program, which I could not figure out at all. After spending some 30 minutes trying to figure out what I was supposed to do with a toolbar offering some million options, not one of which said anything useful like “Put a picture in the left side of your label with this button” I decided I would rather pierce my own lips with a rusty sewing needle than try to use that program without adult supervision, so I went ahead and ordered them from the above mentioned company.

Speaking of ordering things, in looking over our budget and in view of rising prices and wedding stuff, we’ve decided to switch to conventionally grown oatmeal and coffee beans instead of organic, and we’ll probably do the same with rice. I can buy fifty pounds of conventionally grown thick cut oats for .61 a pound, and it’s almost twice that for organic. We’ve been spending five-six dollars a pound on organic whole coffee beans (we wait until they are on sale and then buy 20 pounds to last until the next time they are on sale). And I’m stepping up work on the afore mentioned antique booth, which needn’t carry just antiques. We can sell anything there, really. We just have to figure out what sells around here in these hard times.

Speaking of hard times, I read Sacred Marriage, by Gary Thomas this month. The subtitle is ‘What if God designed marriage to make us holy more than to make us happy?’ and I’m thinking that our fourth or fifth year of marriage would have been a whole lot easier if that had occurred to either one of us at the time. It’s an excellent book for newlyweds. Speaking of newlyweds, ours are cute. He is so much like my husband, and she is so much like me. Which means he is deeply romantic and downright sappy, and she is matter of fact, and asks me indignantly, “Why does everybody expect me to do some song and dance and twirl and giggle over this? I am very, very happy to be marrying Shasta. But I’m not a twirly girl.”

I explained that most of us don’t expect giggles and twirls, but that there was some balance between giddiness and sounding resentful. Since we had this conversation while I was waxing rhapsodic over fonts and the possibility of getting one of her engagement pictures printed on t-shirts they could wear while off on their honeymoon, I am not sure I was speaking from a rhetorical vantage point that gave me any street cred whatsoever.

Speaking of credentials people do think I have- and how this makes me laugh- We have two requests to blog about how we…. One is how I taught the progency to write so well. The other is a request for a list of our favorite history books. Anybody else? I’m working on both, but the second is easier. I don’t really know the first. Not all the Progeny write equally well, either. The Equuschick, I think we can all agree, simply has a Gift. I helped her shape it a bit, or perhaps polish up a few rough edges. The girl did not even begin to spell well until well past her 13th birthday. She would misspell words she was copying. I can’t say I really ‘taught’ her more than a few mechanical skills. The talent is hers. But I will give some thought to anything I did that might actually be useful, and I’ve asked the Progeny to give me their input as well. Anybody else have a request?

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4 Comments

  1. Smockity Frocks
    Posted August 2, 2008 at 4:34 pm | Permalink

    I don’t think WordPress allows ads. (I could be wrong.)

  2. Song of Joy
    Posted August 2, 2008 at 4:40 pm | Permalink

    ummm…so where are you gonna be, cause you still have the other link posted and I’m getting whiplash bouncing between the posts…. lol

    Welcome back! 🙂

    Chai Tea

  3. Quilter Mom
    Posted August 2, 2008 at 5:02 pm | Permalink

    I have a question about your homemade laundry detergent. I followed your instructions& adaptations. What I ended up with is very watery looking, and when I used 1/2 cup in the washer it didn't even make bubbles. I used 50 grams of our homemade lye soap, which I think is about 1/3 of a bar of Fels Naptha, and 1/2 c. each of borax and washing soda. It doesn't seem like much stuff to go with 2 gallons of water. Did I do it right?

  4. Occasus Pars
    Posted August 5, 2008 at 3:13 am | Permalink

    If you’re still taking requests: Book suggestions for toddler boys who sudden love pretending to be a knight in shining armor.

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