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We moved into this neighborhood about 4 years ago. The neighbors found out we homeschooled so they all thought we were "strange" right off the bat. Have any of you had that happen??? That's what I thought. Well our son who would be around 3 at the time found a little boy next door to play with. At the time we had a stray black cat that hung around. He would sit with Jake on the porch and they would just sit and have all kinds of conversations. Well around this same time Jake went through a period of wanting to dress like a wizzard (at least we think that is what he was supposed to be.) So now I set up the scene... We are new, we homeschool, black cat hangs around and son dresses like a wizzard ... complete with a cape, hat and spell book. Now we are used to this dressing up thing and unless it is something really off the wall we tend to let him go with the flow. Oh by the way, yes we are Christians!! :) So I think nothing of it when I see Jake, the boy next door, the cat, the book ... OH, yes and now he has a stick (wand) in his hand. I look out the door, they seem to be having a good time. In comes Jake ... phone rings its the boy's mom. Here is the conversation .....

Me: "Hello"

Mom: "This is the neighbor, ummm your son put a spell on my son."

Me: "Is he all right?"

Mom: "Well yes?"

Me: "Well that's good ... the last neighborhood we lived in ... he turned a kid into a newt."

That was the end of that conversation. Never fear we are out of the wizzard stage and now that mom and I are good friends. And her son goes to church with our son. Neat how things work out!

This past fall we had a couple of hurricanes that made most of us in Florida keep a watchful eye on the weather. A couple of
them were of particular concern and my 7 year old daughter, who tends to get fearful anyway, was constantly asking me if the
hurricane was coming our way. At one point I told her that no one knows for sure exactly where a hurricane is going to go .... that only God knows everything, to which she asked, "Then why doesn't He yell down and tell us?"

My daughter has suddenly become very concerned with her appearance, and looking in the mirror one day noticed several
freckles on her face. Greatly upset she asked me what they were and rather than have her think of them as a blemish, I told her
they were angel kisses. While she was sleeping the angels who watched over her just couldn't resist! She showed me a
larger freckle on her arm and said, "The angel that kissed me here must have had real big lips!!"

My husband and I lived in Augsburg, Germany, for 2 years in the early 80's (in fact that's where we met). While we did not homeschool over there ...... we did live "on the economy" meaning off base in a small town amongst the Germans rather than in military housing. My experience was that if you tried the language .... put forth the effort to communicate with them .... they would help you out by speaking English. You'd be surprised how many Germans know English (and speak quite well)! The only trouble communicating I had was went I went to the little corner market and tried finding feminine napkins (I used to just pick them up on the base). With the use of limited German, fractured English, and many gestures ..... the store clerk (who was an elderly woman) shook her head, gave me a very odd look but went into the back to get the produce man. She seemed to think from my motions that I wanted a banana --- Lord, was I embarrassed!!! However, the produce man was able to ascertain what I needed and directed me to a package. It was several weeks before I had the courage to walk back into the corner market ..... and still my face gets red and hot from embarrassment thinking of it!!

Posted by Monica on Saturday, 20 March 1999, at 9:39 a.m.

This is pure and simple a 'poor-me' post. I've just got to let it out, and none of my friends are home.

Yesterday, while running the 350 errands I'd been avoiding all week, a sort of queasy feeling hit me right in the pit of my stomach. By the time I'd picked up the drapery fabric and measured windows at a new curtain job, gone to the P.O. to mail birthday presents and grandma's goodie mail, returned (and paid late fees) on library books we never got around to reading, bought flowers for the dinner party I was supposed to have tonight, I got to the dry cleaners to drop off and pick up the shirts we have to pay to have done because I can't iron them right. While walking back to the french fry and cheerio filled mini-van, the queasy feeling evolved into severe nausea, and I wound up tossing my cookies behind a tree in the parking lot.

So, I figured, I'm not going to make it to the grocery store, and headed home, only having to pull over to the side of the road twice. I make it through the door and run to the bathroom, while my children stand in the kitchen yelling, "What's for snack, Mommy?" At some point I passed out on the couch, only to be woken up by the sounds of children whispering to each other (about 3 inches from my head), "No, you ask her." "No, YOU ask her." I open one eye, and they both say together, "Can we watch Star Wars?" I responded with a groan, which I suppose they took as a yes, and the next thing I knew Luke was blasting away at the dark side at a deafening volume.

I must have passed out again, because the next thing I remember is my husband yelling, "Honey, where are you?" He eventually followed the moans into the living room, and said, "You know, hon, I have to help paint at church tomorrow morning. I'm not going to be able to help clean the house for the company tomorrow night." I'll give him a little credit. He did go to the store and actually remembered ginger ale without me mentioning it.

Of course, after a couple of sips of the ginger ale, I was 'driving the porcelain bus' again. A couple of hours later, my dearest love tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Isn't the bathroom floor cold? Why don't you come to bed?"

So here I am, 12 hours later, empty, sore, dillusional. My darling husband is off painting at church. My children are blowing a whistle outside so loudly the neighbors have called. The house looks like IT was the one throwing up all night, and I now have the great joy of calling our company and telling them I can't have them over. I'm going to attempt some more ginger ale and get back in bed. Pray, please.

Monica (hoping I might at least lose some weight from all of this)

Reader's Digest version of this event:

Came home from guitar lessons last night to find the electricity out. Father-in-law called, and while talking to "pop pop", my 10 yr old was playing with a safety pin. No big deal, right. Well he was sitting on our water bed at the time. In the middle of the night my husband wakes up thinking I wet the bed. Right, like it couldn't have been him! Anyway, we discover the source of the 'wet spot' and then, with flashlight and candle commence patching it. 9 patches later, we couldn't get back to sleep, so we sat there trying to figure out how we can escape to Hawaii and be back without the kids missing us.

WHAT was my son thinking??????? Can you guess what I'm thinking????????

Kids, gotta love'em.

Monica

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