<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:54:11.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momster</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-9089935966579723540</id><published>2009-04-30T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T03:47:42.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From CAT to CAT</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, Beckie took the CAT for her standardized achievement test.  We got her results back and she was in the 85th percentile overall.  She was weakest in spelling, which dropped significantly since last year.  I'm happy that she improved in math.  I think she might now be at a level where she could take a few courses at a community college.  As usual, she rocked out the language arts portion of the test, showing once again that I have reproduced myself in my student.  Those were always my strongest areas, and what I enjoy teaching the most.  I could probably just let Beckie move on to college courses in that, too, but I love teaching her literature and there are several books I want to be sure she reads before graduation from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today I am also taking a CAT, but mine is a cat scan of my sinuses to see if a cause can be determined for my headache.  This is the 8th week of the headache.  I kind of think I could win either way it turns out.  If I have something treatable, I'll get relief from the pain and more time with my family.  If I have something that is not treatable but instead is terminal, I get to go home to Jesus.  The worst outcome seems to be if nothing is found and I continue to have no relief from the headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-9089935966579723540?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/9089935966579723540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=9089935966579723540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/9089935966579723540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/9089935966579723540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-cat-to-cat.html' title='From CAT to CAT'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-4082777286173423854</id><published>2009-04-13T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:19:11.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Academic Snobbery</title><content type='html'>Josh has been friends with a certain girl for over 2 years.  They've enjoyed each other's company and seemed to have a lot in common.  I have had a few reservations about the relationship going beyond friendship since the girl is in college and has made a few derogatory comments about "lower classmen" since the time she was a junior.  Since Josh is not in college and works full-time, I feared she might not respect him or would feel superior to him.  This is never healthy in a relationship.  I'm also not clear where she stands spiritually.  Josh is a Christian, and his friend attended a church but seemed most interested in it because of the bell choir and music activities she was involved in at the church.  She also has expressed some unusual views about relationships, including that she did not plan to date while in college so if someone asked her out anyway she would chew them up and spit them out just as they deserved for not heeding her warnings.  Her own mother applauded the idea of dating around for the experiences without committing to any one person.  Knowing this, Josh has been wisely cautious and they have remained "just friends".  His friend has often made it a point to correct others when she believes they are mistaken or misguided about an area in which she considers herself to be an expert, and has not so subtly corrected others' grammar during casual conversation.  I chalked most of this up to her social awkwardness, and Josh also is socially awkward at times.  That in itself is not a big deal.  The most hurtful thing I've heard in awhile came about this weekend when I learned from this girl's cousin about a recent conversation the relatives had about Josh.  Josh's friend recently graduated and plans to go to grad school somewhere out of state in the fall.  Josh and I attended her graduation, and my husband and daughter joined us for the graduation party afterward.  We met the girl's parents for the first time at the party, although Josh had met them earlier when he went out to dinner with his friend and her parents when they were in town a few months ago.  Sometime after Scott, Beckie, and I left the party Josh and his friend were in another area of the house when Josh's name was brought up.  The girl's mother immediately said, "No!  We're done with him."  When questioned about it, she expressed the view that since her daughter had graduated she was also finished with Josh and would be moving on.  She stated that everyone in her family has gone to college, and since Josh has not she and her husband do not want him associating with her newly graduated daughter.  Fortunately, Josh did not hear these comments and since his friend was in the other room I'll never know if she would have defended him or not.  Some of the relatives who have known Josh for years attempted to defend him to the girl's parents, but they were unswayed and not interested in continuing to discuss it.  Since the girl is now living at home in another state until she starts grad school in the fall, she is surrounded by the influence she has grown up with - namely, the view that academic achievement is the most important quality by which a person should be assessed.  Josh falls way short, in this family's view.  Josh is very shy and it is difficult for him to make friends.  Still, I do not want him involved in a family that cannot see his good qualities and thinks they are far better people than he is.  Josh is actually quite intelligent, but he does not have letters after his name.  He does not deserve to be involved with a family that views him as inferior and unworthy to be a part of their daughter's life.  Personally, I think the girl who has until now been friends with Josh will be losing out by cutting him out of her life.  It will be painful for Josh, who has done nothing to hurt or offend anyone in this girl's family.   His only "crime" is that he does not have a college degree.  In the long run Josh will be much better off pursuing other relationships where he can be an equal and is seen as a person of value.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-4082777286173423854?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/4082777286173423854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=4082777286173423854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/4082777286173423854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/4082777286173423854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2009/04/academic-snobbery.html' title='Academic Snobbery'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-4291164814109891085</id><published>2009-02-02T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:49:18.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Survive?</title><content type='html'>When my son Josh was learning to read, it was an arduous process.  He made steady progress, but had to work hard to remember the sounds represented by print and the various ways they blended into words.  At the time I was teaching Josh to read, my next door neighbor had a daughter 11 months older than Josh.  This little girl took books to bed with her at night, and basically taught herself to read as her mother read to her.  Before long, and without any curriculum or structured lessons, this girl was reading independently.  In the meantime, I struggled to stay awake after lunch when we did the reading lesson for the day.  Sometimes it took Josh so long to decode a word that I'd start to nod off and Josh would ask if I was still awake.  It didn't help that Josh was also hyperactive, and it was not unusual for his head to be on the floor and his rear end up near the book.  I decided instead of the "phonetic approach" I was teaching the "bun-etic approach" but it didn't work very well as a way to teach reading!  This was Josh and Beths' kindergarten year, and besides the actual reading instruction I was reading over 100 books to them each month.  We were regulars at the library, and if merely exposing them to reading and books could have taught them to read it sure should have happened.  They enjoyed the books, but they in no way taught themselves to read.  It took work.  The books that motivated Josh to read on his own were from a series with titles that started with "Would You Survive..." as a squirrel, deer, fox. etc.  These books featured various animals in their habitats, and at various points choices had to be made.  For example, when faced with a predator, the reader gets to choose if the animal runs up a tree or hides in a hole in the ground.  Based on the choice, the reader is instructed to go to a specific page to continue the story.  In addition to teaching about the animals, the stories would have different outcomes depending on the choices the reader made.  Josh, like most children with AD/HD, loved the versatility of a story that could be different each time he read it.  These books really ignited Josh's love of reading, and soon after he discovered the "Choose Your Own Adventure" series which also gave the reader options that influenced the outcome of the story.  Finding books that connect with your child's interest and imagination can make a huge difference in the attitude toward reading.  The "Would You Survive" series helped Josh see that reading was not just another required task he had to perform for school, but was actually something that he could enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-4291164814109891085?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/4291164814109891085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=4291164814109891085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/4291164814109891085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/4291164814109891085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2009/02/would-you-survive.html' title='Would You Survive?'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-7495589240871530427</id><published>2009-01-30T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:24:03.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>My Beckie is turning 16 on Sunday, and we are having a party for her tomorrow.  I had to bring up the idea of a party, because she didn't request one and since she lives in the moment she doesn't usually plan ahead.  I've recruited her big sister to help with the party planning, and she strategized with Beckie about how to handle friends of hers who don't get along with each other.  She's done it all through Face Book and verbal invites for a few who don't have a Face Book account.  I haven't heard how many have responded, and Beckie is never too concerned about details.  I'll need to get her to check her responses so we can figure out approximately how many are coming to her party.  I did get her cake baked, but although she and her dad went to the store to get the cake mix and ice cream of her choice, they forgot to get frosting.  Somehow, it will all come together and my baby will have a good celebration for her 16th birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-7495589240871530427?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/7495589240871530427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=7495589240871530427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/7495589240871530427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/7495589240871530427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-16.html' title='Sweet 16'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-1080297043535299956</id><published>2008-12-31T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T05:34:03.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Understandeth It Not</title><content type='html'>Beckie and I are now studying Shakespeare, specifically Romeo and Juliet.  As we started, I laid the foundation by describing the protagonists, major and minor characters, plot, themes, and so on.  I found an excellent and affordable study guide at www.pinkmonkey.com, which has been one of my favorite literature resources for years.  I also like www.sparknotes.com, and usually use a combination of both sites for my literature studies.  Each site offers online information, including explanations of famous quotes, study questions, and online quizzes.  They also offer downloadable resources for a nominal fee.  I paid $1.99 for a 37 page PDF document that was instantly available to me to print off at home.  It would have taken me hours to find and compile the information, so it was well worth it to me.  It has been a few years since I taught Romeo and Juliet with my other homeschool students, Josh and Beth.  Beckie was too young to remember more than an overview from her siblings study, so we are starting anew.  We read through Act I, Scene I together.  I paused periodically to explain or clarify what was happening and to check in with Beckie to make sure I hadn't lost her along the way.  At the conclusion of the day's lesson, I asked Beckie what she thought so far.  After a brief hesitation, she replied that she thought she understood what was going on, but that without my interpretations now and then you could say "She understandeth it not."Ah, Beckie!  Thou art both a challenge and a joy to teach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-1080297043535299956?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/1080297043535299956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=1080297043535299956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/1080297043535299956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/1080297043535299956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2008/12/she-understandeth-it-not.html' title='She Understandeth It Not'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-4587377776045459844</id><published>2008-12-31T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:15:58.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions, or not?</title><content type='html'>I am hesitant to make resolutions.  It's not that I don't think they are good things.  I'm just not sure that a mere calendar change is an adequate reason (or excuse) to vow to do things that should be happening regardless of the time of year.  If something needs to be done, I don't wait for a new year.  I guess it's a good time to review life and see if the goals are still aligned with who I am now.  But I also don't take things lightly if I say I am going to do them, so I don't want to set goals unless I know I will be able to see them through.  It's like making a promise to myself, and that commitment shouldn't be taken any more lightly than if I were promising something to another person.  I can easily see areas needing improvement.  So many, in fact, that it could be overwhelming to try and address them all.  I don't want New Year's resolutions to set me up for failure or hang over me with a looming condemnation as days slip by without goals being accomplished.  So for now, I am living by general Christian principals without delineating specific and measurable goals.  I tend to be driven by nature, and do not lack motivation and objectives I hope to meet.  What I need is to live in grace, understanding the mercy of God who created me and knows my heart.  I believe God will show me the areas where I should set goals, and only He can help me accomplish anything of true importance.  The bottom line for me is that I want to be smack in the center of God's will for me, and my prayer is that if I stray He will nudge me back to the place I should be.  So I guess I actually do have a New Year's Lifetime Resolution to stay close to God and cooperate with Him when He reels me back to Himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-4587377776045459844?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/4587377776045459844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=4587377776045459844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/4587377776045459844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/4587377776045459844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2008/12/resolutions-or-not.html' title='Resolutions, or not?'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-7908742846013608969</id><published>2008-09-25T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:27:39.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sequins in the Socks</title><content type='html'>When Josh was young, he liked to collect rubber bands.  We'd go for walks and he would pick up rubber bands that were left behind along the sidewalks.  Josh liked to wear as many rubber bands as he could find to put on both wrists.  If it left grooves in his skin, he didn't mind.  In fact, I finally figured out that what Josh really liked was the deep pressure it gave him on his wrists.  He didn't have good awareness of his body, so the input from the rubber bands felt good to him.  I was concerned about circulation and that it looked odd for Josh to be wearing so many rubber bands, so I bought some terrycloth wrist bands from a sporting goods store and had Josh wear those instead.  The rubber bands were meeting a need for him, so I didn't want to just take them away without an alternative replacement item.  But then Josh started collecting sequins that were used for art projects.  Because his pockets were usually full of paper clips and other found treasures, Josh decided the best place to store sequins was inside his socks.  I think it would drive me crazy to have just about anything besides my foot inside my sock, but it didn't bother Josh at all.  Plus, he wasn't doing his own laundry yet so getting them out of the socks was not an issue for him.  I gave Josh Zip-loc bags to store his sequins in, because in this case it was an issue of storage and not a sensory need.  He was just doing a little sorting and problem solving to keep the sequins in a separate place from his other collections, and if you think about it...socks are pretty handy and convenient for storing small items.  Unlike storage containers, in cold weather you almost always have socks on, and once an item or items are in the sock it's ready to go wherever you do. &lt;br /&gt;Most of us wouldn't think to use our socks that way, but for a little guy like Josh with a different way of thinking it makes perfect sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-7908742846013608969?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/7908742846013608969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=7908742846013608969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/7908742846013608969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/7908742846013608969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2008/09/sequins-in-socks.html' title='Sequins in the Socks'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-8474876026407998084</id><published>2008-09-19T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:37:40.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without power for a few days</title><content type='html'>A windstorm swept through our state, leaving us and many others without power.  I quickly realized I am a wimp and would have made a lousy pilgrim or pioneer.  It seemed that everything I could think of to do relied on electricity.  I am so grateful for my friend, Kathy, who let me bring my entire family to sleep and shower at her house.  Plus, she let me bring my freezer things and keep them in her freezer so I wouldn't have to throw everything out.  I had to toss everything that was in my refrigerator, but at least most of my freezer contents were spared.  It was also nice to be able to heat up some of the meals I had made and frozen, so they wouldn't have to be tossed.  I was feeling ahead of the game by making doubles of some of our favorite recipes so I could just reheat them when I got home from work.  I had about 6 meals made in advance, and I would have been very sad to have to throw them out.  Kathy saved the day for me, and it was nice to be able to do school with Beckie in a home with electricity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-8474876026407998084?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/8474876026407998084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=8474876026407998084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/8474876026407998084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/8474876026407998084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2008/09/without-power-for-few-days.html' title='Without power for a few days'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-6948835225073962240</id><published>2008-08-30T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T07:03:16.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school with Beckie</title><content type='html'>I started another school year this week, with Beckie being in 10th grade.  We've done school all summer together, so the transition isn't as dramatic as it would have been if we'd not been working the lighter schedule.  The other transition is being back to work at my part-time job.  Since Beckie is back to working on her own while I'm at work, and working with me on my days off and in the evenings and weekends, I've noticed something new with her.  She's made comments about how school is more fun when she's with me, and every day (sometimes a couple times a day) she thanks me for doing school with her.  She lets me know when she thinks an activity is especially interesting or fun.  I don't know if it's just maturity, or if she's heard enough from her friends who go to school to know that she appreciates being home schooled, but it's nice to actually hear her thank me for working with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-6948835225073962240?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/6948835225073962240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=6948835225073962240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/6948835225073962240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/6948835225073962240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school-with-beckie.html' title='Back to school with Beckie'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-2699569817578959491</id><published>2008-08-20T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:54:07.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends and Old Friends</title><content type='html'>I didn't really think I had time for any new friends in my life.  In fact, I feel guilty because I have a hard time keeping up and being a good friend to the ones I already have.  But this summer I met a group of women at a Bible study that met once a week.  These women were so genuine, wanting to please God and be the people they were intended to be, yet recognizing their weaknesses and struggles at the same time.  I was drawn to them for their honesty, their compassion, their determination to draw nearer to God.  By the end of the summer and the final meeting for the Bible study, I realized that this group has touched my heart and I'll never forget any of them.  How did that happen?  Oops!  I forgot to stay aloof, I guess!  Then a few nights ago I organized a gathering for 12 women who met at work back in the early 1980's.  We've all moved on to different jobs and don't see each other much but once a year I get us all together to reunite for an evening of shared memories, current happenings, and of course pictures of vacations, kids, and grandkids.  These friends have history together, and I value them for their part in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-2699569817578959491?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/2699569817578959491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=2699569817578959491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/2699569817578959491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/2699569817578959491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-friends-and-old-friends.html' title='New Friends and Old Friends'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-6526598715242132641</id><published>2008-08-14T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:31:08.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking God</title><content type='html'>Today some godly women are fasting and praying with me for Josh's work situation.  We are seeking God and asking Him to make it clear if we should be advocating for Josh in his current position or if God wants Josh to make a change.  Josh has gone the established routes for reporting incidents, through his supervisor, the HR person in his store, and even meeting with the general manager of his store.  They all assure him that what he has experienced is not acceptable and they promise him that things will change.  Yet nothing concrete has altered.  Josh finally felt he had no choice but to take it up a level, and called the district HR person.  Although she was polite and professional, and also stated that the abuse Josh has experienced is unacceptable, she took no action on his behalf and left him with the advice to report every single incident to his supervisor.  Josh has already reported more than enough for action to be taken, but it's not happening.  His supervisor is not always available or in the store when the incidents take place.  Josh actually likes the job most of the time, and he would rather not leave at this time even though this is not his final career destination by any stretch of the imagination.  But unless something actually does change, he will have to continue working with the repeat offender of verbal abuse and bullying whenever their schedules overlap.  Fortunately, Josh is resilient, and I love him for that and so much more.  He has been an example to me of showing grace and returning respect for inexcusable behavior by management.  I can tell, though, that this work environment is taking a toll on him.  So thank you, my friends, for your prayers on Josh's behalf.  Many of you only know of Josh through hearing me speak at conferences or at our Bible Study.  Your support means more to me than I can express.  You know my mother's heart, and how hard it is to see and hear what Josh has experienced.  You stand with me, and your compassion and caring ministers to my very soul.  I appreciate you all, and the God who knows His child Josh better than any of us ever will.  May He make His will known to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-6526598715242132641?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/6526598715242132641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=6526598715242132641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/6526598715242132641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/6526598715242132641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2008/08/seeking-god.html' title='Seeking God'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-1291450226617700454</id><published>2008-08-06T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:47:43.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conference</title><content type='html'>This year, based on reduced attendance and sales over the last few years, Scott and I have decided just to attend conferences where I am also asked to speak.  So we will not be going anywhere just as vendors.  When we have tried doing that in the past, I end up talking to people while saying many of the same things repeatedly during one-on-one conversations.  When I speak, I can talk to hundreds at a time and then cover more individual concerns between workshop sessions.  It is so much more effective to do it that way, and is actually more enjoyable and less exhausting for me to speak to a group.  I've registered on the Homeschool Speakers website, but so far (it's only been a couple of weeks) I've not been contacted by anyone through that site.  I am praying that God will send me wherever He wants to, but it's kind of looking like I'll be spending my time right here at home.  So my other prayer is that I will be at peace with that, too, and that God will use me however He sees fit.  I just want to be smack in the middle of His will for me.  Is that too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-1291450226617700454?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/1291450226617700454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=1291450226617700454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/1291450226617700454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/1291450226617700454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2008/08/conference.html' title='conference'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-731759995038315604</id><published>2008-07-26T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:14:55.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The amazing Josh</title><content type='html'>Josh has been verbally abused at work by a CSM who for some reason despises Josh and has been a repeated offender in calling him names, lying about him, and trying to get him in trouble and make his life harder.  Josh has put up with it time after time, but it has gotten increasingly worse and it's apparent that this guy is trying to get Josh to quit or find any excuse to fire him.  Today, Josh planned to go and register a complaint in HR about this CSM's behavior.  It may make things worse for Josh, but this guy's actions are unacceptable and he should have been fired a long time ago.  I hope Josh can increase management's awareness before he is no longer an employee there.  I also hope he can get a new and better job somehow, and soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-731759995038315604?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/731759995038315604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=731759995038315604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/731759995038315604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/731759995038315604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2008/07/amazing-josh.html' title='The amazing Josh'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-4549108076408432101</id><published>2008-07-24T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:25:02.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itching away</title><content type='html'>I have an appointment to see an allergist next week, and I have to be off all antihistamine medication for a full week prior to that visit.  I'm now in my third day without meds, and I'm feeling sick.  My nose is running, yet congested, and my eyes and throat itch.  I'm starting to itch all over my skin in random spots.  It's the same whether I am indoors in air conditioning or outside in the summer sun.  I'm glad this isn't contagious, but I really feel like crap the way I do when I am sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-4549108076408432101?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/4549108076408432101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=4549108076408432101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/4549108076408432101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/4549108076408432101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2008/07/itching-away.html' title='Itching away'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-644497775798193655</id><published>2008-07-19T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T08:39:35.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My Beckie has been away at our church's High School Leadership Training program for the last week.  She was complaining about going, but we had already committed to it.  I talked to her about being open to new experiences and meeting new people.  She has one friend that she spends a lot of time with who was not going with her (thank God), and was not allowed to take her IPod with her.  She focused on every negative moment she's ever had at previous camps, and was convinced that she was going to miss everything by being gone A WHOLE WEEK.  She acted like it was forever.  She borrowed her leader's phone because they make the kids call home to let us know they arrived at Myrtle Beach.  She was abrupt then, making sure we were going to feed her fish while she was gone, saying she would tell me about her roommates later, and then ending the call.  I didn't hear anything from her the whole week, and I prayed for her every day - usually multiple times a day.  I asked my Bible study to pray for her this week, too.  I knew she was supposed to get back today, and that they would have the kids call when they were about an hour out so we'd know when to pick them up at church.  When Scott and I got home from breakfast, Josh and Beth said there had been a weird message left by a cell phone caller.  We all listened to the message, which was only a couple of vocalized syllables that were unintelligible and none of us recognized the voice.  It turns out, that was Beckie, because as I was doing laundry my cell phone rang.  I didn't recognize the number but it was a local area code so I answered it.  It was Beckie, but I didn't even recognize her voice at first as she didn't even mask the hostility in her voice and greeted me with "Hey!  Where are you?"  It took me a few seconds to realize that it must be Beckie, and I told her I was home and asked where she was.  With non-diminishing hostility she spat out "Church.  I left you guys a message."  I told her that none of us could understand the message that was left and she radiated frustration and disgust as she asked where her Dad was.  I told her he was also at church, helping set up for the VBS that starts this week.  She said she would go find him and cut off further conversation.  Actually, it never was much of a conversation and I told her to call me back if she couldn't find her Dad.  I didn't hear anything back, but I'm afraid that whatever God had planned to bless Beckie with she missed it because she was so busy finding things wrong with having to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-644497775798193655?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/644497775798193655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=644497775798193655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/644497775798193655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/644497775798193655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2008/07/missed.html' title='Missed'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-8453786174572989025</id><published>2008-07-17T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:37:42.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Beckie has been gone at camp this week and I've made the most of the extra time by going to my Bible study on Monday, meeting a friend for coffee and doing an apheresis blood donation and volunteering with the cats at the Humane Society Tuesday,  meeting a friend to walk at a park on Wednesday, and going in to work and answering e-mails and setting up appointments today.  Tomorrow I will do a speech evaluation and maybe tomorrow night I will go to an outdoor theater to watch a Shakespeare production.  I've also done some cleaning and reading.  I talked to my Dad on the phone this morning.  He is 80 years old and is still wishing he had more time to do all the things he wants to.  He is very busy and in good health, but still feels like I do that there is not enough time to fit it all in.  Maybe it is normal to feel this way, and maybe even after I retire I will feel like I can't do all the things I want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-8453786174572989025?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/8453786174572989025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=8453786174572989025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/8453786174572989025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/8453786174572989025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2008/07/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-6402295762116831644</id><published>2008-06-27T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:30:20.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes with Homeschool Conferences</title><content type='html'>This is a strange time for me.  Things seem to be changing in the homeschool world, as evidenced by reduced attendance at conferences for the last couple years.  That's been the case for every conference I've been to across several states.  Conference organizers are making budget cuts, and vendors seem to be viewed as having limited value.  This year, I spoke at a couple conferences that didn't pay me, or even give me a thank-you note or a token pen or coffee mug.  I know the people I speak to appreciate what I have to offer, but it baffles me that homeschoolers seem to expect me to give away my services.  I've even offered to speak at some conferences, and they reply that I can pay to reserve one of the "vendor" speaking spots.  They want me to pay them to serve them and bless the people who hear me?  I don't understand that.  I don't do vendor workshops, and I work very hard to do professional presentations and then make myself available to talk to people throughout the entire conference.  The response to my presentations has always been extremely positive.  No other venue that I know would expect to benefit from my personal and professional experience and then not pay me at least something for my work.  But it has happened multiple time with homeschool conferences.  I did five workshops in one weekend at a conference and was given a verbal "thanks" by one person but was not paid anything for speaking and was still charged full fee for my booth space.  I want to help people, and speaking to groups has been very effective to accomplish that goal.  But I won't pay to speak, and I won't go to conferences and work as hard as I do just to lose money or barely break even.  I know there are people who need what I have to offer, and I hope I will be able to continue providing it.  I also know I'm worth being paid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-6402295762116831644?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/6402295762116831644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=6402295762116831644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/6402295762116831644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/6402295762116831644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2008/06/changes-with-homeschool-conferences.html' title='Changes with Homeschool Conferences'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-594795469721087323</id><published>2007-09-14T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T06:01:39.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desolation</title><content type='html'>My Beth Lee moved out last night, into the college dorm.  This was the plan, and it's a great step forward for her.  I'm proud of her, and I'm confident she is ready for this.  But I am desolate with her gone.  I don't think she knows how I feel, and that was part of my plan, too.  But it's truly a case of hypocrisy, because I look like I'm doing o.k. but inside I am a mess and grieving the loss even though it's what I want for her.  Things will never be the same again, and they shouldn't be, but I am in pain anyway.  I don't know how to do this detaching without ripping my heart out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-594795469721087323?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/594795469721087323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=594795469721087323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/594795469721087323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/594795469721087323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2007/09/desolation.html' title='Desolation'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-2268579817580597925</id><published>2007-08-20T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:35:43.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>I'm back to work a week from today.  I packed my summer with as much as I could, and although I did get a lot done I still have a lot to do.  I have been feeling less fatigued, but I've also been able to sleep when I need to.  Once I'm back to my work schedule, I will be getting up earlier and not sleeping no matter how fatigued I am during the day.  I'm trying not to feel anxious about it, but it keeps coming to mind anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-2268579817580597925?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/2268579817580597925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=2268579817580597925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/2268579817580597925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/2268579817580597925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2007/08/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-8251705563146124972</id><published>2007-08-08T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T12:53:17.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy with work</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to get lots done for my company before I start back to work later this month.  I have a lot of ideas and things I would like to do and follow up on, but that means I don't have time for the continuing education I wanted to do or the projects at home that I needed to finish so I don't go nuts surrounded by  clutter and the feeling of never being finished with anything.  I haven't been walking as much since I hurt my ankle, but I am doing my physical therapy exercises daily.  I hope to get a pedometer that works soon, but summer's going by fast and I won't be walking much in the fall and winter so even if I finally get one that works it may not get much use for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I had conferences last week and this week for 2 days each.  I have a full day conference out of state later this month, and another conference for a few days in September.  There's so much I want to do, but I can't get everything done.  All the cleaning and organizing I did has been wiped out by my family.  It only took them a few days to un-do my work and surround me with clutter and chaos.  That makes me very depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-8251705563146124972?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/8251705563146124972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=8251705563146124972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/8251705563146124972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/8251705563146124972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy-with-work.html' title='busy with work'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-5338135298252870136</id><published>2007-07-23T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T07:11:18.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting social!</title><content type='html'>This summer I have worked very hard to get together with people I don't see often but care about deeply.  I can't really entertain at my house, because I can't get it reasonably clean.  So I've been organizing outings with friends and so far I've had people join me at several outdoor concerts at our local library, go to an outdoor presentation of a Shakespeare play, go to the county fair, and meet at various parks.  We even had our neighbors over, but sat on the front (relatively clean) porch.  I'm working on getting the inside clean, but that's not happening anytime soon since there is so much work needing to be done.  I am in a kind of fatigue remission again, and I know from past experience that I can't count on my health once fall comes around and I'm working again and it gets dark earlier and earlier.  So I am trying to be with my friends during the summer when I have time to take naps when I need them and still have time to be social with my buds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-5338135298252870136?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/5338135298252870136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=5338135298252870136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/5338135298252870136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/5338135298252870136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2007/07/getting-social.html' title='Getting social!'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-6153857443595910063</id><published>2007-07-20T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T07:25:04.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draining the life out of me</title><content type='html'>I have spent over 40 hours each week for several weeks now, just deep cleaning my house.  I'm still not anywhere near completion, and there's not a single room that's completely done.  I've worked in the office, kitchen, and dining room.  I see improvement, but I also see that no one else in my family is lifting a finger to help or to maintain what I've accomplished.  I am allergic to dust, and I hate to spend hours and hours picking up after other people.  Since I put my things away where I can find them again, it is not my stuff that I'm having to clean up and put away.  The more I clean, the worse my mood becomes and the more depressed I am.  I am between a garbage pile and a trash dumpster.  It drains the life out of me to spend so much time cleaning, but it also sucks the life out of me to live in clutter and be surrounded by piles of stuff.  I seem to loose either way.  But I can't continue living like this, because it is affecting my health.  I am trying hard to make my home a place I can stay and be comfortable in, but it's taking a toll to have to spend my limited energy on cleaning and see my family be so indifferent even though I've explained repeatedly to each of them how important this is for me.  I guess they just don't care about how the house looks, being able to find things, etc.  But the hardest part is realizing that they care so little about what I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-6153857443595910063?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/6153857443595910063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=6153857443595910063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/6153857443595910063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/6153857443595910063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2007/07/draining-life-out-of-me.html' title='Draining the life out of me'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-8895468354116698673</id><published>2007-07-18T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T07:00:52.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>I have had many computer problems, but hopefully they are resolved or are resolving.  I have been busy taking classes and learning teaching strategies.  I've also taken advantage of my time off work to get together with the friends I don't get to see very often during the school year.  I've been cleaning my house for hours each day, trying to get it to the point where it is reasonably close to the way it should be so that I can continue to live here comfortably.  Since I am the only one in my family of 5 that is bothered by clutter, I've been unable to communicate effectively with them about how important order is to me.  I've tried to enlist their help, but although they say they will do things, they don't follow through so for now I am doing everything myself.  I can keep up with the daily things and make very slight forward progress in cleaning and organizing.  However, all the time that I spend on that makes it impossible to fit in the studying and writing I really want to be doing.  I don't like spending my time on things many people could do at the expense of losing that time that could be used for things only I could do.  But I have no solution figured out yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-8895468354116698673?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/8895468354116698673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=8895468354116698673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/8895468354116698673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/8895468354116698673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-8009883374183761106</id><published>2007-04-26T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:37:05.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm back!  I had some technical difficulties with accessing my blog, but it seems to be working for me again now.  Tomorrow I go to a conference in Dayton, where I will be speaking on helping the distractible child, adapting curriculum for learning differences, and when socialization IS an issue.  I enjoy helping people figure out ways to make their lives easier by helping their kids in more effective ways.  Gosh, I wish I'd had me when my kids were younger!  But the traveling can be pretty tiring.  I wish we could fly to some of the conferences we go to, but we have to haul our trailer full of Heads Up products and there's way too much to ship.  We are going to be in Ohio, Michigan, Pennsylvania, Indiana, Florida, and New Jersey over the next six weekends.  Then we'll have a couple of weeks off before another Ohio conference.  I don't know how much longer we will be traveling to conferences.  The costs of traveling and renting booth space add up fast and it's a whole lot of work just to break even.  I think we'll focus more on advertising next year, especially with the price of gas continually going up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-8009883374183761106?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/8009883374183761106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=8009883374183761106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/8009883374183761106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/8009883374183761106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369612344217271601.post-5373018985661036953</id><published>2007-04-11T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T08:21:19.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!  Check this out!</title><content type='html'>I just created my own blog!  I followed the online instructions, and next thing you know I have my own blog.  I learned something new, and the brain experts say learning new things and challenging your brain helps prevent Alzheimer's so I did something preventative for my brain today.  Yea!  Can't wait to try out some more new things later.  Is there a blog tutorial that can teach me more, like how to upload pictures and live links?  Must find out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369612344217271601-5373018985661036953?l=humom-momster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/feeds/5373018985661036953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2369612344217271601&amp;postID=5373018985661036953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/5373018985661036953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369612344217271601/posts/default/5373018985661036953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humom-momster.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow-check-this-out.html' title='Wow!  Check this out!'/><author><name>HUMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165418904963774273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
