Playing with fire...

Yes, I hated Chemistry. I had a terrible teacher my junior year in high school. She turned her back toward us and wrote notes up on the chalkboard the entire hour, while we had to write it all down word for word in our notebooks. Really? Was it any surprise that we all received the same scores on our mid-terms? (Ahem… we all ‘assisted’ each other as her back was turned during the exam. Not my best moment, but COME ON!) The only time I really enjoyed Chem was when we had to deal with Bunsen burners. Yes, the fire was attractive and, well, totally fun. What...

Play Dough...

Recipe 2 Cups Flour 1 Cup Salt 3 Tsp Cream of Tartar Mix together then add.. 2 Cups water 2 Tsp Oil Food coloring Now you can make that rainbow castle you’ve always wanted to...

Elementary School Play...

For my first NaBloPoMo blog post of the month, I thought I’d take a trip through Elementary School Lane and recall what I loved playing back then. It was the 1980s in northern California, and I attended a private Christian elementary school where my mother was a teacher and my father was the principal. That had its benefits and certainly many drawbacks. Anyway, we played a ton of games in elementary school. Didn’t you? We were practically experts in many regards. So here are a few activities that I loved to PLAY… #1 UNO! Our teacher in 6th grade, a...

NaBloPoMo’s theme for October: Pla...

I have been avoiding doing another NaBloPMo challenge for well over a year. I first started back in November 2008, where I crashed & burned. You see, you’re supposed to blog daily on the topic they give you. I had a 10 month old baby who didn’t like to sleep then. So, I went easy on myself as I quietly drifted off into the night. Anyway, this month’s NaBloPoMo’s theme is PLAY! And, by golly, I really do think I have a lot to say about play. From having a two year old to having grown up with video games in the 80′s… to enjoying...

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening...

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’s 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. -Robert...