Bunny Tickles?

Bella Bunny

Bella Bunny

Have you ever given your pet a massage-petting? You know what I mean, don’t you? You’re digging your fingers in the fur (gently, of course) as you pet. My dogs and cats LOVE it. Today when I let the bunnies out to binky (jump around), I decided I wanted to pet the rabbits. That’s what I did, but what happened surprised me. I was petting Bella Bunny’s back. She seemed to enjoy it, so I moved to massage-pet her right side. She curved her body toward the right as I petted. I chuckled and petted her left side. She curved her body to the left. Hmmmmm. And again. I concluded that she must be ticklish. For some reason, I think it’s hilarious. I never would have considered that a bunny would be! Maybe I’m easily amused, but these bunn-bunns are very entertaining.

Furkids

There is nothing quite so adorable as these two little faces in the morning. I caught them playing with their new toys. As soon as I snapped the first picture, they, of course, decided they were done.

My sweet little "Barkleys"

My sweet little “Barkleys”


They stopped playing to pose.  Chance is pretending he doesn't want to play.

They stopped playing to pose. Chance is pretending he doesn’t want to play.


The Chicken Chick

I Just Can’t Relate

I love watching House Hunters International. There. I’ve said it. Don’t judge me. The people who have a budget of a million dollars are so far out of my league that I just can’t relate to them. I am happy they have that much cash to spend, but at the same time, it is not—for me—a realistic budget.

I have news hot off the press for these rich folks. I can find them a presentable house (in Mexico) for MUCH less. The Mexican price is not the same as the American price for a house. You just have to know where to look. If you go to the real estate ads online, be sure you will pay the American price. There are some pretty houses (for a pretty price). Many have a few acres too, BUT wouldn’t you rather find a little jewel for a great deal? Do you really need a hacienda to be happy?

The episodes I can’t get enough of include regular, working folks who have a realistic (to me) budget and are looking for that one special home, perfect or not. Like me, they will search for a home with “rustic charm” and “good bones.” I can definitely relate to those people. After all, what’s wrong with doing some upgrades and not paying top dollar? That’s what we did when we moved from the States to Mexico. I still love that house. 🙂 The best part? It was WAY under a cool million.

our humble Mexican abode

our humble Mexican abode

She LIVES!

Almost 12 hours after getting home from the after-Prom party, the princess is UP. I swear she fell asleep mid-sentence early this morning. (I picked her up around 4:30.) I staggered into the kitchen for coffee about 11:30, put the dogs out and back in to guard my Sleeping Beauty.

Shhhh!

Shhhh!

Princess Ysabela enjoyed a “breakfast” of waffles and bacon and savored the memory of choosing her new Blu-ray disc player as a prize at the end of the after-Prom party. I would like to thank all the parents and community members who worked so many hours to make the party a roaring success. As far as I know, the Bronco Boosters coordinated the event.

a great prize!

a great prize!

pointing out the port for a USB!

pointing out the port for a USB!

Prom=Stress

The Chicken Chick

All the hype about Prom—is it really worth it? Girls and their parents spend so much for so little, really. Dresses and shoes, of course, are usually expensive. Then there’s a corsage to buy, pictures, hair, makeup, nails, etc. Add in a dose of anxiety about finding a suitable date, and I have to wonder if it’s really worth it. Let me tell you about my experience.

I was so lucky to find a discounted dress at Deb’s in Grand Island last October. It was on sale for about $25. I saw a tiny flaw on the breast and brought it to the cashier’s attention. I received an additional 55% off! HALLELUJAH! Imagine my glee in spending so little for a PROM DRESS! (Sorry to shout, but it was exciting.) Getting Princess Ysabela’s hair done cost me $25 (thank you, Lisa), and a wrist corsage was a little over $17 (thank you, Lynn). Momma was rocking, right? Go me! Anyway, I thought I was rocking too. As I mentally patted myself on the back, I noticed my princess was manifesting signs of stress. Stress? Why ever would that be? How do I know?

Ysabela was smiling, but her silver shoes became her focus once she got to the gym. She complained that they hurt her feet. I suspect that was simply a symptom of insecurity and nerves. It makes sense. Like a guest speaker at school said, “Kids walk on stage and perform every time they enter the school.” I had never thought of high school like that. If I view Prom in the same light, no wonder Ysabela was using her shoes as a focal point for her nerves! It was easier than admitting to herself (or me) that she was feeling insecure. Oh, teen angst! It’s a battle we all must fight—and hopefully win.

Is the stress worth it? Prom is an important event in a teen’s life. As a parent, I think we need to be vigilant and do something if we notice our children’s stress levels escalating. I, for one, will pay close attention to my daughter’s clues, both verbal and nonverbal.

Princess Ysabela

Princess Ysabela

My Dream–World Domination

As a new blogger, I have been cautioned against stressing over my blog’s stats. As a hard-headed woman, I let that advice go in one ear and out the other. (Some days there’s nothing in between to stop it anyway.) I love seeing places lit up on my map. Various days have shown readers in Singapore, Greece, Saudi Arabia and Mexico. Some visited from New Zealand and the UK. I’m thrilled to have them read a bit on my humble blog. Some days I feel like blogging is similar to putting a note in a bottle, corking it and throwing it into the ocean!

My dream is to have readers from every country. Preferably on the same day so my world is lit up on the stats page! If you enjoy something you’ve read on my blog, repost my link. If you have friends (inside or) outside my home country (US), send them a link to my ramblings. Go wild! And thank you. 🙂

Feel free to leave me a comment. I always read (and respond) to the ones that make it past the spam filter.
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Guinea? Amazing!

Weekend Bloggy Reading

For some reason, a name I hadn’t thought of in years popped into my pointy little head this evening. I decided to use Google to see if I could find a former colleague of mine. We met many years ago when I taught Spanish in Charlotte, North Carolina. She was from Cuba and got a job in “my” school (inner-city Charlotte). I always thought she was a nice, well-educated lady, and I admired her language skills. Long story short: I found her online!

I clicked the links supplied by the search engine to discover she is now teaching and running a school in Guinea! Amazing! She is volunteering to serve God by ministering to the needs of the most innocent in a seldom-remembered part of the world.

Anyone who knows me well knows I have a deep, abiding love for travel. Reading her posts on the blog makes me want to pack and go there to DO something. Something that really matters. Something that makes a real difference in children’s lives.

I believe that people cross our path in life for a reason. I’m going to give her post some serious thought over the next few months. Don’t get me wrong—I’m not ready to quit my job and move to Guinea, but what would it cost me to ponder volunteering some time during the summer to making one corner of the world a better place? Instead of asking myself, “How will it benefit ME?” I will be asking, “How can I help THEM?” I challenge you to do the same. Let’s take time to do a “mental inventory” of skills we have that might be put to good use serving others. I am including the link to the blog in case you want to check things out.

http://www.colegioelbuenpastor.com/about-elvira#more-1885

Hug or Snuggle?

Have you ever hugged your pet(s)? What about snuggling? If you are a furkid parent, I’m sure you have! According to Merriam Webster’s online dictionary, hug means “to put your arms around someone especially as a way of showing love or friendship.” A snuggle is defined as “to lie or sit close together in a comfortable position.” As a parent of both 2-legged kids and 4-legged kids, I admit that I have hugged and snuggled. My teen daughter, however, goes above and beyond. She huggles our dogs and cats.
Ysabela says a huggle is different because she holds the beloved animal tighter than for a hug, and she likes to huggle with a blanket.

Proper hugging technique (according to Ysabela)

Proper hugging technique (according to Ysabela)


Proper snuggling

Proper snuggling


HUGGLE!!!

HUGGLE!!!

http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/hug?show=0&t=1394929397
http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/snuggle

Interesting Article—Common Core

I don’t usually repost articles, but this one sums up what I think! Myra Blackmon’s article makes me certain in my conviction to homeschool. Yes, I teach high school Spanish, but I HAVE homeschooled my two girls at different times throughout the years. I have never regretted the decision. Our educational system needs a hard look, but there is no easy fix for the mess we now have. I am thankful that my state has NOT adopted Common Core, but many states have. After seeing some of the activities from the books used, I am not impressed.
http://onlineathens.com/opinion/2014-03-08/blackmon-common-core-just-symptom-real-problem-education

Fire-fighting Women

When I called and told my parents I had joined the local fire department, my mom said, “You WHAT?” The next question was, “WHY?” Her natural worry, of course, was for my safety. I can also understand her concerns for my younger daughter if I died in the line of duty. As one of two females on the fire department at the time, I sometimes asked myself why I joined too!

The guys have all been great. I never asked them to change their behavior or language for my benefit. I wanted to fit in with them, not change the dynamics of the station.

As you might expect, training is hard work. I really need to get in shape! (In my defense, round is a shape.) One man in particular (he knows who he is!) encouraged me when I thought about giving up. He made me climb a ladder, lock on and hang over the side. Did I mention I’m afraid of heights? This man was also the first to offer his congrats when I (barely) passed my live fire test! Thanks to all the firemen, I have learned so much. I still get the feeling that they have forgotten more than I’ll ever learn.

I look forward to fire school every year. I have been able to learn about crime scene investigation, anti-terrorism and so much more. The highlight so far was watching a good-looking SWAT team fellow blow things up! Who knows what I’ll get into this year!

I love fighting grass fire!

I love fighting grass fire!


Extrication training!  I got to break a window and cut off a door!

Extrication training! I got to break a window and cut off a door!


Vicky Earl, thanks for helping take pictures!