<?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-2302796225246290970</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:29:27.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funny Farm</title><subtitle type='html'>Life while homeschooling































 
and other crazy stuff</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-2980914738870252590</id><published>2011-06-20T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:08:46.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!  I JUST remembered my password!!!</title><content type='html'>Does this ever happen to anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is that my last post was just about this same time of year! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come.......&lt;br /&gt;if I dont forget it again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-2980914738870252590?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/feeds/2980914738870252590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2011/06/yes-i-just-remembered-my-password.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/2980914738870252590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/2980914738870252590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2011/06/yes-i-just-remembered-my-password.html' title='YES!  I JUST remembered my password!!!'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-7776659639459523109</id><published>2009-08-10T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:50:16.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo #4, #5 and #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SoBdtziQCdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/v41mwLfwDUU/s1600-h/IMG_1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368393797334993362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SoBdtziQCdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/v41mwLfwDUU/s200/IMG_1996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SoBc4yMoptI/AAAAAAAAAUE/lcFUKLwUC04/s1600-h/100_6677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368392886442829522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SoBc4yMoptI/AAAAAAAAAUE/lcFUKLwUC04/s200/100_6677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368392219219133250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SoBcR8mHA0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/O6H0ws9H4aA/s200/100_6350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unreliable. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what I am regarding blogging. Totally unreliable! My "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; a day" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; is really "a couple of pictures every month or two" :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ooops&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-7776659639459523109?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/7776659639459523109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/7776659639459523109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/08/unreliable.html' title='Photo #4, #5 and #6'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SoBdtziQCdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/v41mwLfwDUU/s72-c/IMG_1996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-1991626219647892640</id><published>2009-06-30T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:16:50.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SkrGOBbqIzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/gB2LDZB68sc/s1600-h/IMG_1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353309051288167218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SkrGOBbqIzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/gB2LDZB68sc/s200/IMG_1728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strawberry Freezer Jam! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing better on Christmas morning, when the kids are going through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; stockings than to pull one of these babies from the freezer. It thaws in just about the time it takes to make homemade biscuits. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-1991626219647892640?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/feeds/1991626219647892640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/06/strawberry-freezer-jam-nothing-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/1991626219647892640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/1991626219647892640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/06/strawberry-freezer-jam-nothing-better.html' title='Photo #3'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SkrGOBbqIzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/gB2LDZB68sc/s72-c/IMG_1728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-6515025148181339128</id><published>2009-06-29T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:15:18.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SkmCpsw0ygI/AAAAAAAAATs/yhChYRKGqIQ/s1600-h/100_4589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352953285008738818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SkmCpsw0ygI/AAAAAAAAATs/yhChYRKGqIQ/s200/100_4589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This was taken at the Old Idaho Penn and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; sure if it was used as a toilet or a faucet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ICK&lt;/span&gt;! But, it called to me so I took its picture :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-6515025148181339128?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/6515025148181339128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/6515025148181339128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/06/photo-2.html' title='Photo #2'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SkmCpsw0ygI/AAAAAAAAATs/yhChYRKGqIQ/s72-c/100_4589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-8777293355010496525</id><published>2009-06-26T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:25:41.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SkVYzxpXHAI/AAAAAAAAATk/DzyVOasw8r4/s1600-h/104_5510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351781378723093506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SkVYzxpXHAI/AAAAAAAAATk/DzyVOasw8r4/s200/104_5510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My daughters Brown Leg-Horn rooster, Elvis. He's a crooner so he has earned his name outright. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get too far from home today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-8777293355010496525?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/8777293355010496525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/8777293355010496525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/06/photo-1.html' title='Photo #1'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SkVYzxpXHAI/AAAAAAAAATk/DzyVOasw8r4/s72-c/104_5510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-6722813979742387504</id><published>2009-06-25T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:07:08.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Because I'm terribly homesick for the ocean and want desperately to move I need to do something to remind myself that THIS is where I live right now. I have decided to commit to a photo journal of sorts of my town and surrounding areas. I will take pictures of the places I go and the things I do and post one every day. (And heck eventually maybe I'll even slip a few pictures of my house in, you know, in case I can wrestle up a buyer! ) Starting tomorrow I'll try to find a picture that inspires me a little and share it here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Home is where your heart is"... and my heart isn't here right now. So I have to think "Home is where you hang your hat" instead, for now.... but one day, the seaside will hold my heart AND my hat :-)&lt;/span&gt; (It seems fitting that my first photo be of the ocean though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.... HOME.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351467304157328146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SkQ7KOtqMxI/AAAAAAAAATc/gwscXQD_qnE/s200/100_9072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-6722813979742387504?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/6722813979742387504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/6722813979742387504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/06/photo-journal.html' title='Photo Journal'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SkQ7KOtqMxI/AAAAAAAAATc/gwscXQD_qnE/s72-c/100_9072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-8644654573769872320</id><published>2009-06-16T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:24:07.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My husbands birthday was yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He realized his drivers license expired while sitting at The Outback having his birthday dinner last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today we packed up the kids and headed off to the local DMV since you cant renew online. The place was packed and as he pulled his number out of the number dispenser dohicky we saw that he was about 40 minutes behind the line leader. I wasn't wearing my happy face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But once we settled into seats in the back row of the packed waiting area and the kids were occupied with their Nintendo's, I was free to do a little "People Watching". The DMV is HANDS DOWN the best place for it, too! The first to catch my eye was the kid with dreads. How do they do those things anyway? I mean they look cool enough, but I dont fully get it. I saw a pregnant woman with her husband and four kids. She didn't stop talking for one minute and her husband looked like he was a million miles away as she talked at his face. I think he was dreaming about pounding his head agianst the pole beside him. There was an attractive heavily decorated 50-ish woman bringing her daughter in for her permit who was trying to fully ignore the 50-ish man who was desperate to chat to her. She looked extremely relieved when her number was called. In stormed a 20 something wearing more tattoo's than clothes. She turned a few heads, but no guy there was honest enough to gawk for fear of someone gawking at him while he gawked at her. My favorite co-bored person at the DMV was a 3 or 4 year old girl who was sitting on the row next to mine wearing red plastic Elmo high heels, a dress that was at least two sizes too big and a lopsided headband that caused her hair to cover one eye. Pure beauty! She smiled at me as I watched her try to see me through her hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My time at the DMV today was well spent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;People Watching is way fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-8644654573769872320?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/feeds/8644654573769872320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/06/people-watching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/8644654573769872320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/8644654573769872320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/06/people-watching.html' title='People Watching'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-3723172107855681924</id><published>2009-05-25T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:32:40.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Guy Needs It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I found this list of the 30 things no guy should be without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I agree with lots of them... but I really think most men could get along nicely without a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frisbee&lt;/span&gt;, the Joy of Cooking and the man purse. Maybe replace those with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Neosporin&lt;/span&gt;, a cell phone and muscles... then it would be a pretty good list. If you also took off the card holder, money clip and the shop specific boots... then even better.  (Where is the undying love and devotion on this list?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1.       Cast-Iron Skillet&lt;br /&gt;2.       Valid Passport&lt;br /&gt;3.       Multipurpose Tool&lt;br /&gt;4.       Waiter's Corkscrew/Bottle Opener/Knife&lt;br /&gt;5.       Ax&lt;br /&gt;6.       &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WD&lt;/span&gt;-40&lt;br /&gt;7.       Cordless Drill&lt;br /&gt;8.       Work Gloves&lt;br /&gt;9.       Chain Saw&lt;br /&gt;10.    Lantern&lt;br /&gt;11.    Claw Hammer&lt;br /&gt;12.    Chef's Knife&lt;br /&gt;13.    Flying Disc&lt;br /&gt;14.    U.S. Road Atlas&lt;br /&gt;15.    Card Holder&lt;br /&gt;16.    Grease&lt;br /&gt;17.    Lucky Charm&lt;br /&gt;18.    Money Clip&lt;br /&gt;19.    Joy of Cooking&lt;br /&gt;20.    LED Flashlight&lt;br /&gt;21.    Jumper  Cables&lt;br /&gt;22.    Boots for the Shop&lt;br /&gt;23.    Boots for Everywhere Else&lt;br /&gt;24.    Pocket Knife&lt;br /&gt;25.    Air Pump&lt;br /&gt;26.    Charcoal Grill&lt;br /&gt;27.    Carpenter's Level&lt;br /&gt;28.    Weekend Shoulder Bag&lt;br /&gt;29.    Jack&lt;br /&gt;30.    Giant Wool Blanket Never Removed from the Trunk of the Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-3723172107855681924?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/3723172107855681924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/3723172107855681924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/05/every-guy-needs-it.html' title='Every Guy Needs It'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-5119142277390707896</id><published>2009-05-21T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:28:15.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If there is a better place to go when you want to talk all about YOU, YOU, YOU (or is that ME, ME, ME...?)  I haven't seen it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. It's this really cool place to reconnect with all your old friends since kindergarten. Well I for one haven't spoken to 90% of those people on purpose! It takes a lot of hard work to totally disappear from someones life, why would I want to go onto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and give full freedom to all my secrets? I don't get it. So, yes of course I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; account (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/em&gt; but I don't exactly use my real, full name. Nobody from kindergarten would ever be able to be a friend. I know, I am not valuing all that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; has to offer. I'll learn to live with that somehow. I'll admit, I did create a "How well do you know me" quiz... and I have looked up an ex-... and I have sent and received pretend gifts... and I do regularly chat with relatives I've never even met... so I suppose I'm a little bit face-booked... &lt;em&gt;but only a little :-) teeny tiny little bit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-5119142277390707896?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/5119142277390707896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/5119142277390707896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/05/facebook-society.html' title='Facebook Society'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-7250842899007446594</id><published>2009-05-20T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:40:03.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Novels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;We kissed for about an hour. I swear, with him sitting on the side of the boat, his legs spread open me in between his legs I could smell his skin. He smelled like sun, baby oil and the ocean&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, as fun as all that sounds, I guess I am not totally clear about what Youth Novels are all about.  My daughter reads quite a bit above her grade level so finding appropriate books isn't always easy.  I have learned to be careful when I pick off the shelf for her. I found what I thought was the coolest sounding book about a girl and the ocean in the youth novel section of the local library. Now that sounds like the perfect book!    Two pages after I learned what "whats-his-name" smelled like, the 15 year old in the story (kissing the twenty year old) tells us how kissing "whats-his-name" makes her want sex and some other fairly interesting stuff. This is chapter one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I think I'll let my daughter read the next Eragon book instead of the ocean story. Dragons sound almost cute now for some reason :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Now, off to see exactly why "whats-his-name" smells like baby oil....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-7250842899007446594?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/7250842899007446594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/7250842899007446594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/05/youth-novels.html' title='Youth Novels'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-8020737108107385870</id><published>2009-05-14T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:22:10.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland on a budget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;I know this is totally pathetic, but hey, ya do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whatcha&lt;/span&gt; gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight we needed to go back to Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our vacation bank account is as dried up as one of those deserted wells on Bonanza, we took a freebie trip down memory lane tonight. First a friend who is beyond crazy about Disney lent us two old video's of the Disneyland park. So, you watch those and you don't know if it makes you feel better or worse. Now you REALLY want to go! Once the video's were watched and returned we then broke out the many scrapbooks of actual trips. Well, of course you see the pictures of the kids driving their first car at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Autopia&lt;/span&gt; (Thank goodness for those guard rails!) and you see Minnie hugging everyone at breakfast. OK now the entire family is homesick for a little Mouse Time! One more memory to relive... the family videos. I love watching those! Seeing the kids faces on their first trip, back when they still thought it was all magical and real, their first plane rides, seeing the palm tree's and hearing us all sing "Yo Ho Yo Ho" really loud on the Pirates ride and getting the whole boat singing was fun! (I have to admit that we make that ride fun for everyone who goes on with us.) :) Maybe I'll try to whip up some of those cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tigger&lt;/span&gt; Tail marshmallow things or maybe a Dole Whip, and then we can really say we took a little mini vacation tonight. (I even have some cool little bottles of Disneyland Hotel shampoo's!) :-) Even with a pitiful budget, there is still fun to be had at our house. Those are memory making ingredients and I'll take that any day. Anyone want to take a little trip? We have some pretty cool scrapbooks and video's of the Oregon Coast too, if anyone is interested :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on over. We'll do the beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335870230046950194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SgzRtB2HwzI/AAAAAAAAATM/-1VXqUDtCd0/s200/IMG_3520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-8020737108107385870?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/8020737108107385870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/8020737108107385870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/05/disneyland-on-budget.html' title='Disneyland on a budget'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SgzRtB2HwzI/AAAAAAAAATM/-1VXqUDtCd0/s72-c/IMG_3520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-7727466044421016167</id><published>2009-05-07T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:44:17.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seussical and students</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SgOaFAgkbNI/AAAAAAAAATE/rtYmWvmujcQ/s1600-h/Playbill%2520Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333275794563427538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SgOaFAgkbNI/AAAAAAAAATE/rtYmWvmujcQ/s200/Playbill%2520Front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; A local "&lt;em&gt;arts focused&lt;/em&gt;" private school recently invited a group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschoolers&lt;/span&gt; to their performance of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seussical&lt;/span&gt;".  &lt;strong&gt;WOW!  &lt;/strong&gt; What a fantastic group of young talented performers!  I was totally blown away by the sheer talent and devotion by these 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade kids.  And I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; believe it!!  Two of my past students from a drama camp I held a couple of years ago were on stage acting and singing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; little hearts out!  &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; was so cool.  We exchanged a quick wave and I clapped until my hands hurt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; they stepped on stage... and then to get to congratulate and hug them after the show just totally warmed my heart.  They just glowed when I told them how proud I was of them that day :-)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you work with kids, you never know where their futures will take them. But if you do a good job, somewhere in that future a teeny tiny little drop of you can go along with them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you're lucky.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you ever see kids perform... clap really loud!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-7727466044421016167?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/7727466044421016167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/7727466044421016167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/05/seussical-and-students.html' title='Seussical and students'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SgOaFAgkbNI/AAAAAAAAATE/rtYmWvmujcQ/s72-c/Playbill%2520Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-987495926947087706</id><published>2009-05-03T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:30:36.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine Flu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who says Swine Flu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331727840985218754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/Sf4aOQD7_sI/AAAAAAAAAS8/yQJNMGnGt6E/s200/05_03_swine.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No need to worry 'bout no stinkin' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;swine flu... a little lick will cure ya! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-987495926947087706?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/987495926947087706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/987495926947087706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu.html' title='Swine Flu?'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/Sf4aOQD7_sI/AAAAAAAAAS8/yQJNMGnGt6E/s72-c/05_03_swine.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-575704118875152745</id><published>2009-04-29T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:11:41.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Work- UG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This time of the year, I must admit, I get a little jealous of public school parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The "To-Do" list around the place gets pretty long right about now... and I don't have the luxury of sending the kids to school from 9:00 - 4:00 to get things done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I bring a lot of it on myself. I get bored and come up with fun things to do. For instance, our front door is perfectly fine. But I got the idea that it would look really cool black, so I went out and bought all the stuff to do it. Do I have the time to do it? Nooooooo! That's just one example. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh and the list I come up with for my husband is even worse than my own! (And he in no way buys into my theory that boredom means do something!) He doesn't get bored. He RELAXES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Relax? What is that? If I'm not at the beach I don't think I understand the word relax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Beach. Ahhh... just saying it is good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;HEY! Field trip anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-575704118875152745?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/575704118875152745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/575704118875152745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-work-ug.html' title='School Work- UG!'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-1040295367195015789</id><published>2009-04-22T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:24:30.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much too much driving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I spent too much time driving around town today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;It's Earth Day and what do I do? Use up half a tank of gas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I had so many appointments and errands after the kids completed their school work, and yesterday wasn't much better. In the past two days we've had two eye appointments, two dentist appointments (one with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;referral&lt;/span&gt; to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ortho&lt;/span&gt;), a field trip to a farm (Fun!) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Taekwondo&lt;/span&gt; class (Which I didn't make it to but everyone else did, but it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I just watch anyway.) and I had to shop for something that took me all over town to get. Plus, groceries (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;UG&lt;/span&gt;!) and paint for the front door, the library, tree's for Earth Day (Irony) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;And does anyone else notice the slow people drive in the fast lane? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Hey, come on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Thank goodness for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rotisserie&lt;/span&gt; chicken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;or my kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; have had PB&amp;amp;J for dinner. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Tomorrow I have one place to go... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;and I'm not going anywhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I'm staying home to plant my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Post Earth Day tree's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I hope it rains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I could LOVE planting trees in the rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-1040295367195015789?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/1040295367195015789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/1040295367195015789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/04/much-too-much-driving.html' title='Much too much driving!'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-1995596075447724506</id><published>2009-04-20T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:36:28.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference between boys and girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We took a gloriously long walk along dry creek this morning (which is filled to capacity, go figure.) and fully tired out both kids and all three dogs. Yea, and maybe two parents as well. Anyway, we have just a few minutes before we need to get ready for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Achi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brasil&lt;/span&gt; field trip today so I told the kids to do something that makes them happy for a little while. You know, when a kid gets freedom like that who KNOWS what they'll do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Somehow, I just wasn't surprised as I clicked these pictures.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Yes. He's vacuuming his hair with a shop vac.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well as long as they aren't playing on the freeway, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326828409228397858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SeyyNyeEjSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8rKu42RExXQ/s200/blog+shot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326828205570963938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SeyyB7yWueI/AAAAAAAAASs/mZYhPMYdlqw/s200/104_3061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-1995596075447724506?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/1995596075447724506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/1995596075447724506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/04/difference-between-boys-and-girls.html' title='The difference between boys and girls'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SeyyNyeEjSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8rKu42RExXQ/s72-c/blog+shot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-5391463823924785965</id><published>2009-04-19T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:38:37.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All American S'mores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/Ses18Zdyx0I/AAAAAAAAASk/eJ24-SUQrss/s1600-h/104_2956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326410296040015682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/Ses18Zdyx0I/AAAAAAAAASk/eJ24-SUQrss/s200/104_2956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I may be anti-American.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;S'mores&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apparently that's about as bad as not liking baseball, apple pie and the National Anthem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's sticky. It's runny. Its messy. It just too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ick&lt;/span&gt; all in one pile. BUT I am the minority around here on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;S'mores&lt;/span&gt; issue and the kids have been practically begging to make them. We took Spring Break this week and it was sunny and nice, so it seemed a good time to make a mess. Well, I am not generally a promise breaker but we'd been gardening all day. Then we hit an evening movie and by the time we got home and started thinking about lighting a bonfire... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah, I sorta flaked out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I should say I majorly flaked out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But as it turns out S'mores turn out the exact same in the microwave! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm the only one who got left out in this deal as the only part of making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;S'mores&lt;/span&gt; that I like is sitting by the fire. That's OK. The warm nights are just getting here... there will be plenty of fires to sit around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now, if I could only import some fireflies.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IMHO, sitting around the fire watching fireflies and listening to the crickets and frogs is more American that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;S'mores&lt;/span&gt; anyway. I'm good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-5391463823924785965?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/5391463823924785965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/5391463823924785965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-may-be-anti-american.html' title='All American S&apos;mores'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/Ses18Zdyx0I/AAAAAAAAASk/eJ24-SUQrss/s72-c/104_2956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-3576649567650673852</id><published>2009-04-16T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:56:57.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho is becoming the best state for homeschooling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess this means I shouldnt move to the beach so soon, huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ A message I received this morning:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Idaho--Governor Signs Homeschool Freedom Bill&lt;br /&gt;Dear HSLDA Members and Friends,&lt;br /&gt;On April 3, Governor Otter signed into law Senate Bill 1017, abolishing the ambiguous requirement that homeschooled children be instructed "comparably" to public school children. The new law takes effect July 1.&lt;br /&gt;Our right to homeschool our children comes from God, not the government. Nevertheless, freedom has taken a step forward with the removal of the "comparably" requirement, and with the specific recognition of the right to homeschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;With this improvement, the requirements to homeschool in Idaho can be summarized as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Children of compulsory age must be instructed by--or at the direction of--their parent (or guardian) in subjects commonly and usually taught in Idaho public schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We are thankful to have contributed to the joint endeavor with ICHE and CHOIS to make this change a reality. We recommend that you send a thank-you to the two sponsors (listed below) who did a lot of hard work to get this bill passed in the House and Senate.&lt;br /&gt;You can reach Sen. Russell Fulcher at (208) 332-1340 or rfulcher@senate.idaho.gov and Rep. Bob Nonini at (208) 667-5762 or bnonini@house.idaho.gov.&lt;br /&gt;To hear more about the miracle of this bill's passage and to be encouraged with many good workshops and sessions, we urge you to register now to attend the CHOIS "Growing in Unity" Convention on June&lt;br /&gt;12 and 13 in Nampa, Idaho. HSLDA Senior Counsel Chris Klicka will be speaking there and giving several sessions and keynotes.&lt;br /&gt;For more information and to register, visit &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.chois.org"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/www.chois.org&lt;/a&gt;. We hope to see you there!&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Scott A. Woodruff&lt;br /&gt;HSLDA Staff Attorney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-3576649567650673852?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/3576649567650673852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/3576649567650673852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/04/idaho-is-becoming-best-state-for.html' title='Idaho is becoming the best state for homeschooling'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-4097169570963150943</id><published>2009-04-14T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:22:44.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SeS4KrqRBOI/AAAAAAAAASc/-htNkPM7Cco/s1600-h/102_2233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324583153116972258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SeS4KrqRBOI/AAAAAAAAASc/-htNkPM7Cco/s200/102_2233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The neighborhood is quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The traffic is low. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;No lines at any kid attractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;THAT is why we are taking spring break a week late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;That, and the fact that dad had a mandatory week off work this week :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ice skating, movies, swimming, fishing, painting, bike riding, horses, new Nintendo games.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and if they like it or not... a little bit of reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hopefully the sun will come out at least part of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-4097169570963150943?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/4097169570963150943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/4097169570963150943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SeS4KrqRBOI/AAAAAAAAASc/-htNkPM7Cco/s72-c/102_2233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-6212467318453521384</id><published>2009-04-12T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:45:48.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SeIMMqueheI/AAAAAAAAASU/8XThfk5HH88/s1600-h/102_2469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323831121272538594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SeIMMqueheI/AAAAAAAAASU/8XThfk5HH88/s200/102_2469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's a bright, light &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A perfect day for Easter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We did manage to get those eggs colored and the kids had a mild amount of fun doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They're growing up and out of that activity I believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At this point I think they do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;We are headed off to Easter Service now and I have a headache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not a good combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Be Blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-6212467318453521384?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/6212467318453521384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/6212467318453521384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SeIMMqueheI/AAAAAAAAASU/8XThfk5HH88/s72-c/102_2469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-5404320653356893825</id><published>2009-04-10T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:22:54.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; Easter &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;finally &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bought&lt;/span&gt; eggs &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for &lt;/span&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; ever &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; them &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; this &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; slacker &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; week....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SeAY-bfwbWI/AAAAAAAAASM/SfWgp8xp2TA/s1600-h/IMG_5789a_dpc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323282220363836770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SeAY-bfwbWI/AAAAAAAAASM/SfWgp8xp2TA/s200/IMG_5789a_dpc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Plus, boiling three dozen eggs smells &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;just as bad as I remember it smelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Who wants to rush into THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-5404320653356893825?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/5404320653356893825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/5404320653356893825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-practically-easter-eve-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SeAY-bfwbWI/AAAAAAAAASM/SfWgp8xp2TA/s72-c/IMG_5789a_dpc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-2858590106026785083</id><published>2009-04-07T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:45:01.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ache Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdwdCP1WhoI/AAAAAAAAAR0/lzKXesYxJrE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322160784092333698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdwdCP1WhoI/AAAAAAAAAR0/lzKXesYxJrE/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;APRIL 21, 8PM&lt;br /&gt;Aché Brasil is a performance group that fuses music, dance, Capoeira (martial arts and acrobatics) into a dynamic, colorful, high energy performance. Since 1992, the group has become one of the most popular touring and performance groups in Western Canada. Equal parts dance, music and spectacle, Aché Brasil has played to enthusiastic audiences and critical acclaim from Toronto to Whitehorse and the USA. "The tent reverberated to the boom of the drums and the temperature soared. The energy of the band never slowed for the whole hour of their performance...Aché Brasil proved to be a super band". (The Yukon News, Al Pope, June 7, 2000).The dancers, musicians and performers of Aché Brasil exhibit a rare combination of authenticity and excellence in their work, which is presently unmatched in North America. Experienced and professional, Aché Brasil is committed to presenting high quality performances which best exemplify Brazil's rich cultural heritage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For details or tickets: &lt;a title="http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?et=" s="5589&amp;amp;e=" href="http://www.nampaciviccenter.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.nampaciviccenter.com&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; We're going!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check back to read my review!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More of their upcoming events:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 10-18&lt;br /&gt;The Adventures of Tom Sawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 28&lt;br /&gt;William Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 21&lt;br /&gt;Ache Brasil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 3&lt;br /&gt;National Tour&lt;br /&gt;Footloose the Musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 15 - July 24&lt;br /&gt;NCC Summer Arts Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 19-27&lt;br /&gt;MTI Presents&lt;br /&gt;The King and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 30 - August 1&lt;br /&gt;Les Miz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 13&lt;br /&gt;Community Fun Night&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-2858590106026785083?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/2858590106026785083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/2858590106026785083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/04/ache-brasil.html' title='Ache Brasil'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdwdCP1WhoI/AAAAAAAAAR0/lzKXesYxJrE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-3485786785341040251</id><published>2009-04-07T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:20:37.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philharmonic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdwXnT4ilYI/AAAAAAAAARs/--61e_m6BSs/s1600-h/102_1911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322154823764841858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdwXnT4ilYI/AAAAAAAAARs/--61e_m6BSs/s200/102_1911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Philharmonic &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Sounds Like Fun&lt;/em&gt;" series for kids &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;came to an end this weekend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;What a great experience! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;6 one hour long lessons on various parts of the philharmonic, and all presented in formats that kids could really understand and appreciate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Some of the musicians really knew how to get a point across to kids (AKA: silly humor.) They were great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;My daughter really liked the piano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;My son liked the way the flutes and piccolo's played the bird sounds in Disney movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Daddy liked all the history that was discussed,&lt;br /&gt;and I could listen to the cello and violin all day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322149830612310930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdwTEq8NW5I/AAAAAAAAARM/HuDtGyGk47Y/s200/102_1901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322150247341796658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdwTc7YQrTI/AAAAAAAAARU/4gwXATuylwU/s200/102_1904.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322150474234641394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdwTqInuu_I/AAAAAAAAARc/dnxB9KSBUe8/s200/102_1907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Let's face it... even some husbands have to be dragged to the philharmonic and pinched every so often to stay focused. Maybe now my kids will have a greater appreciation for music, and will go with me a little more willingly to the real-deal next year :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322150826845182770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdwT-qMomzI/AAAAAAAAARk/LlZe00wtpOk/s200/102_1929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-3485786785341040251?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/feeds/3485786785341040251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/04/philharmonic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/3485786785341040251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/3485786785341040251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/04/philharmonic.html' title='Philharmonic'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdwXnT4ilYI/AAAAAAAAARs/--61e_m6BSs/s72-c/102_1911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-2563254737245182932</id><published>2009-04-06T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:51:25.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it's Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdraQBGBBdI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zyAN2SkD8Bw/s1600-h/102_1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321805878398092754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdraQBGBBdI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zyAN2SkD8Bw/s200/102_1962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;You know it's Spring Time when the kids start picking dandelions for you :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;My son gave me this watering can full of vibrant dandelions and some blue flowers that I forget the name of. It was so sweet! He came inside, obviously hiding something behind his back.... and made me guess what it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I guessed everything except flowers :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321806171521604914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdrahFEG3TI/AAAAAAAAAQk/WyW8eVLhKsA/s200/102_1961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Frog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rock? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mud Pie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bird? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Ya never know around here.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;What a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sweety&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;He HAD to dump them out so I could "really see them all." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Pretty aren't they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321806493167099938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdrazzSXoCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/UnOVOCEhGwg/s200/102_1970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;And his daddy will be happy that he helped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;eradicate some of that particular flower population for him!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Only another acre and half to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-2563254737245182932?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/2563254737245182932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/2563254737245182932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-its-spring.html' title='You know it&apos;s Spring'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdraQBGBBdI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zyAN2SkD8Bw/s72-c/102_1962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-7574573058496728334</id><published>2009-04-05T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:24:31.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Anthem by 5 AWESOME little girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just love this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQMf8o47Q_g"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQMf8o47Q_g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Upon further reading I think they're called The Cactus Cuties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aww, that just makes them even cuter :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-7574573058496728334?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/7574573058496728334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/7574573058496728334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/04/national-anthem-by-5-awesome-little.html' title='National Anthem by 5 AWESOME little girls'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-3724641639011397103</id><published>2009-04-03T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T06:50:11.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank A Troop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdbackUEWTI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jMe3oqNNDYo/s1600-h/Banner.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320680194103859506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 61px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdbackUEWTI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jMe3oqNNDYo/s200/Banner.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This site is really cool!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pick a card (made by a kid! ADORABLE!), customize it and then send it to someone serving their (our, my, your) Country. No matter what you think of the war or any political happenings... a little support goes a long way to the individual, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check it out! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letssaythanks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.letssaythanks.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-3724641639011397103?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/3724641639011397103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/3724641639011397103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-troop.html' title='Thank A Troop'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdbackUEWTI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jMe3oqNNDYo/s72-c/Banner.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-943240096073204325</id><published>2009-04-03T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:13:30.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdbPfgyddDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Dtnk5djtKC0/s1600-h/102_1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320668150069294130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdbPfgyddDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Dtnk5djtKC0/s200/102_1890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Mother Nature must be bi-polar." said the daughter of a good friend the other day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You know, I am starting to wonder if she might be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started out as what I thought as going to be a perfect day to get out in the garden and come away with some nice dirty hands. For some reason I bought 75 strawberry plants from a gardening catalog a few weeks ago, along with an insane amount of flower bulbs. What was I thinking? Now that I see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;massive&lt;/span&gt; amount of baggies of dirt on my dining room table... I bet I thought a garden boy was coming with the order. Well, he still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; arrived and I'm pretty sure I'm going to end up doing most of the planting. The kids each have their own garden spaces, so some (LOTS!) of the thirsty little baggies will go to them, thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need some sunshine, or at the very least some reliably warmer temps. It actually snowed on us as we were walking around town today. &lt;strong&gt;SNOWED!&lt;/strong&gt; And rained. And the wind blew. And the sun was shining. Black clouds. Blue skies. And in the end freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Doesn't&lt;/span&gt; Mother Nature know we've already pulled our flip flops out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320668518027444290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdbP07ihQEI/AAAAAAAAAPs/PXXIjEKKGuE/s200/group_flip_flops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-943240096073204325?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/943240096073204325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/943240096073204325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/04/mother-nature.html' title='Mother Nature'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdbPfgyddDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Dtnk5djtKC0/s72-c/102_1890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-7112540396873397195</id><published>2009-04-01T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:04:08.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschool Donation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319917840762760690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdQlFwztbfI/AAAAAAAAAPM/xWKEPAQJRLg/s200/102_1810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;You know it's a great day when a bunch of families join together to make something special happen... and today was one of those days. Today was Humane Society &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Homeschool&lt;/span&gt; Donation Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;We went pretty late in the afternoon, after most people had already stopped by. WOW! It was very fine to see the huge pile of STUFF that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homeschoolers&lt;/span&gt; had donated today! A mound of towels and blankets for the animals along with bags and bags of food and the always much needed gallons of bleach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Aw, those poor sad faces though. We had to say hello to all the dogs in the back who were waiting for new families and if I didn't already have three dogs and three cats, two horses, 14 chickens and a turkey I would have taken one. Poor babies with their big brown gorgeously sad eyes. Heartbreaking. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319920600379989442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdQnmZLuncI/AAAAAAAAAPc/asVzZdZTlxk/s200/102_1803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;You know, nobody can fix all the problems of the world but everyone can try to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whittle&lt;/span&gt; away at one or two of them. Today, we as a group did that. Wow!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319917550212368994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdQk02bGSmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/D415YxWph7E/s200/102_1807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Thanks to all of you who joined us in this very special and much needed event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;You'll be hearing from me again next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-7112540396873397195?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/7112540396873397195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/7112540396873397195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/04/homeschool-donation-day.html' title='Homeschool Donation Day'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdQlFwztbfI/AAAAAAAAAPM/xWKEPAQJRLg/s72-c/102_1810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-4527782139791201239</id><published>2009-03-31T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:46:40.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is anyone else ready for some warm weather?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This coming from me, who loves wind, rain and thunder storms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319556845949213634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdLcxGVM28I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Vr0udzDMo8E/s200/100_7419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319556240299900514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdLcN2HJvmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lxTW2Loq2Es/s200/100_5519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319554537241858242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdLaqtueUMI/AAAAAAAAANs/iY9fJaOf3_o/s200/100_5493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319555715649122882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdLbvToqMkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/04EwOlasqXA/s200/100_4864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdLh085TeBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/A1W28M9xt8k/s1600-h/100_1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319562409693902866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdLh085TeBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/A1W28M9xt8k/s200/100_1557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anxious for some warmth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-4527782139791201239?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/4527782139791201239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/4527782139791201239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-anyone-else-ready-for-some-warm.html' title='Is anyone else ready for some warm weather?'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdLcxGVM28I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Vr0udzDMo8E/s72-c/100_7419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-4918199223494674713</id><published>2009-03-30T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:41:24.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Have you ever microwaved a frozen corn dog? I suggest you don't. It's creates a really unappealing floppy, damp, mushy sort of wobbly mess-on-a-stick. It turns into something you don't even want to make direct eye contact with! I don't even know why they include those instructions on the box. When BFF was here for the weekend I discovered that she only eats garbage (and she forgot her toothbrush). So naturally I bought frozen corn dogs, because really you don't get much yuckier than those. Apples, salads, oranges, cantaloupe, carrots... she pushed them all to the side. But moist limp disgusting corn dogs, that was OK. Kids. Go figure. After school work, grocery shopping (dread), meeting in the park this afternoon, and a trip to take Mozart (one of the cats) to the vet... BFF will be on her way back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'll send the other 30 corn dogs home with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-4918199223494674713?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/4918199223494674713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/4918199223494674713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/corn-dogs.html' title='Corn Dogs'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-976912249183005132</id><published>2009-03-29T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:05:05.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting Q and A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.homeschoolchristian.com/allabout/interviews/interviewcohen.php"&gt;http://www.homeschoolchristian.com/allabout/interviews/interviewcohen.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-976912249183005132?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/976912249183005132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/976912249183005132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/interesting-q-and.html' title='An interesting Q and A'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-1895467806542973213</id><published>2009-03-28T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:17:12.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why homeschool?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I’m not your typical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;typical&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; kid or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; family.&lt;br /&gt;Unique. That has to be the best word to use at this point. Everything about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;homeschoolers&lt;/span&gt; is unique, from the books we use (or don’t use) to the days or times we teach and what grade levels we use at any given time. And even more unique are our reasons for choosing to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have a few reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe in hopes and dreams and the fact that everyone was put here for a reason.&lt;/em&gt; Destiny. To BE or DO something. While homeschooling I can nurture my kids’ individual talents and interests at a level that simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t possible in the public system. Instead of telling them who to be when they grow up, I want to help them get where they are supposed to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want them to be exposed to subjects that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t covered in public school.&lt;em&gt; I want them to learn by getting their hands dirty.&lt;/em&gt; By touching and experiencing... not through reading alone. I can introduce a subject, and if they really get into it I can go off on a week long focus lesson if I see fit. We can end up at city hall, at the philharmonic or if I’m extremely lucky, at the ocean. They come away with an experience of their own. A story to tell. That’s the stuff that sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While homeschooling &lt;em&gt;I can jump between grade levels&lt;/em&gt; for each of my kids. My daughter for example is on grade level for math (4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) but her reading and comprehension are at 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade levels. I am able to teach what she is able to learn while keeping her actual age in mind. Just because she CAN comprehend reading materials created for 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean the content is appropriate for her right now. With some research I can provide just what she needs without introducing subject matters that neither of us is ready to deal with yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Values and morals&lt;/em&gt;. I am really big on this. I work at teaching my kids to treat people how they deserve to be treated, and how they in turn want to be treated. To rise above some of the other stuff. I show them that they deserve to be treated right and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t settle for someone/thing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t. Not that the world will always oblige, but they will know when to work at something or know when to walk away from it. I surround them with other adults who help me do this via lessons, activities and sports. My kids know that I respect them but also know I will be the first one to call HALT when it needs to be called. And it needs to be called more often that I’d like to say. They’re kids after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time for life&lt;/em&gt;. While homeschooling you don’t have a lot of the time gobblers that public schools have. We don’t have announcements, standing in line, busy seat work or changing classes. I don’t have 33 kids to deal with. I have two. For the most part our class work ends in time for a late lunch. Not to be confused with learning. That never stops at our house. (Well, except for when the video games or cartoon channels are on. Those both consume brain cells. Well.. and sometimes when Mommy has the music up too loud, too :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Socialization.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ug&lt;/span&gt;. This topic again. In a nut shell, I don’t believe sitting in a room packed with other kids who are your age, live where you live and do what you do teaches you how to interact with the real world. In the real world (at work maybe?) have you ever been exposed to those conditions? My kids can chat it up with an adult as well as they can with a peer. To me, that is prep for what’s real. As long as I make sure they get time to run and scream and goof off with other kids, I think that’s pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of respect for public school teachers. I don’t have anything against someone who chooses public school for their kids. Some of my very best friends public school their kids. I’m just thankful that we have choices, and that I am able to deliver my kids to their fullest potential in this way.&lt;br /&gt;And have you heard that some pretty good colleges are specifically seeking out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;homeschoolers&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;But that’s a topic for another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-1895467806542973213?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/feeds/1895467806542973213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-homeschool.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/1895467806542973213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/1895467806542973213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-homeschool.html' title='Why homeschool?'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-1810490866987042985</id><published>2009-03-28T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T07:47:48.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What a great day! The kids decided to go bowling yesterday and met up with a ton of buddies there. My son divided his time between bouncing his ball  down the lane (yes he bounces it) and passing out gum to everyone he knew. My daughter spent her time winning the game for the first time :)  Happy days, huh?  Afterwards we headed down to the park to meet up with a bunch of friends and luckily the sun was shining nicely for everyone. The parents sat around and chatted, told stories and we had a long (and stupidly funny) talk about which of us puts the most money in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cussin&lt;/span&gt;' jar (and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; me!). The kids ran and climbed and ran some more. Lots of laughs to be had by all... and possibly more by the grown ups. But I'm sure the kids would argue that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well I was right.  Not much sleep here last night.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; arrived at 7:30 and of course you cant actually sleep at a sleep-over until you've put in at least 6 hours of play time. I can already hear quiet little voices coming from the bedroom... could they be up already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-1810490866987042985?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/feeds/1810490866987042985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/1810490866987042985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/1810490866987042985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-7259561472348236921</id><published>2009-03-27T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:44:19.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Isn't that one of those never-ending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; topics? I don't know a single &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; parent who isn't concerned about keeping their kids hooked up with a couple of good friends. It's easy to lose touch and you have to work at not letting it happen. This past week for instance. All the public school kids were out, while we were still schooling. We'll have spring break in April since there is a mandatory week off from work... when all the other kids are back in class. That's part of the beauty of homeschooling, and also part of what makes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hs&lt;/span&gt; parents always on the prowl for nice kids. (You get used to be hunted down according to your kids' ages and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;intersts&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, it's a little freaky at first, but you learn to deal.) Luckily we are in a fairly decent sized circle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;homeschoolers&lt;/span&gt; and we manage to get together more than we should sometimes and have a lot of fun together. But often it's in the form of a structured class. You know, lacking that goof-off time that kids need. But still your kid manages to find that ONE special friend and you can hear a huge sigh of relief from both sets of parents. Then life happens. My daughters "best friend" moved 3 hours away last month. Needless to say she's been dragging a bit lately. While going with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; group for bowling, skating, swimming, and movies and taking after-school classes with a bunch of great kids is fantastic, it still doesn't make up for the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; is gone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;, my poor baby :-( So, after lots of phone calls and planning... today after either bowling or swimming (the kids still haven't decided for sure) we are headed to the river and a playground /park for some cut-loose time with a bunch of kids. When we get home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; will arrive for a weekend-long sleepover. :-) I told my daughter last night after karate... and she was so happy! She practically floated to the truck! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;, my sweet baby :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lot's of fun ahead of us! Well, for the girls anyway. Maybe the weather will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cooperate&lt;/span&gt; and we can saddle up the horses. I'm not sure anyone will sleep all weekend, but it'll be worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-7259561472348236921?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/7259561472348236921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/7259561472348236921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-5191584956437649351</id><published>2009-03-26T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:21:56.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I stole this from someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; blog. I was bored and wanted to tell you stuff you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; really want to know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.What’s something in your life that’s pretty much been used up and needs replacing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The carpet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is older than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The dirt on the carpet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you belong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No doubt about it. At the coast. Always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Who is no longer a stranger to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll try to remember to come back to this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What's your favorite accent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Deep South USA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do you like apples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sure. Who has ever read “The Giving Tree” that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t come away loving apples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do you have a pet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! YES. A few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Do you enjoy starting drama?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Drama? Not sure I even could. I’m generally oblivious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Can you run fast?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yes as long as I’m driving .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Do you believe in magic?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…in a young girl's heart ~How the music can free her, whenever it starts~And it's magic, if the music is groovy… YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What was the first conscious thought you had this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That’s a little personal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dontcha&lt;/span&gt; think? ;-) Actually I'm sure it had something to do with half decaf with SF peppermint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. When you get online, what do you do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Check email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What is the slowest realization you've ever come to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That I should stop getting magazine subscriptions because I don’t have time to read them, and I just cant take the guilt of letting them sit around unread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What name would you want to have if you were the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Something not spelled traditionally that much I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is a song that you love to hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Walking on sunshine. Oh shut up already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What's in your pockets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not actually wearing my own pockets right now. Probably lint. I'll check. Yep. Lint!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(And maybe some hay, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Who can you talk with for hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Literally nobody. Silence is a great thing. A little cello music, some wind chimes maybe a sea gull. I can email and text some people for hours though! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What sounds great today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the beach in total absolute silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What is the best example of "perfection" that you can think of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See above :) Add my family to it, but they must remain SILENT! (my kids are at that chatty age. No way it’ll happen.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Do good things come to those who wait?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not good at waiting, and good things have always come to me. But I know I use that line with my kids sometimes…. So, I better say Yes. Good things DO come to those who wait. (but really, I don’t think you have to wait.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bonus Question: List three things about you that surprise people when they find out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was an art teacher a million years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; use mildly off color language.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OK. It's more than mild. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-5191584956437649351?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/5191584956437649351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/5191584956437649351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/20-questions.html' title='20 Questions'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-1612072541547860164</id><published>2009-03-26T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:07:06.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beachside Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/Sc7__7rX8BI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DhxLq4gzXV0/s1600-h/A+%26+J+on+Beach+copyright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318469683787591698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/Sc7__7rX8BI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DhxLq4gzXV0/s200/A+%26+J+on+Beach+copyright.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The plan always was to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; at the coast. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; today be a fab day for it? Oh well... the day will come. For now, we'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; here... and dream of the coast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318469880120157858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/Sc8ALXEtJqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VGzJr4U5qFs/s200/sunset+at+beach+copyright.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-1612072541547860164?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/1612072541547860164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/1612072541547860164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/beachside-education.html' title='Beachside Education'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/Sc7__7rX8BI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DhxLq4gzXV0/s72-c/A+%26+J+on+Beach+copyright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-5634556178746569613</id><published>2009-03-25T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:13:57.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever have one of those days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/Scry2Ax-g9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/G4tpkRZplNI/s1600-h/yoplait.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317329319800767442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/Scry2Ax-g9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/G4tpkRZplNI/s200/yoplait.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I feel like I had two of them today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Shopping. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ug&lt;/span&gt;. I can not find the fun in it. I was able to get daddy to stay home with the kids to help them with their science, so shopping was sort of seeming like a get-a-way. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;! I can get into this! &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until I got there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'll just call it brain fog. (I did put some color on my hair the other day. Now I'm wondering if some of it soaked into my brain. I think its a real possibility.) The store was crowded and I didn't exactly know what I wanted. I needed to pick up some sort of "surprise" for Friday when the kids go over their work from the week. They have both done exceptionally well this week! But I cant find anything worthy on the shelves. I go back and forth too many times, I know. I should have bugged outta there and tried someplace else, but it was close to home and I was SURE there was something there, I had just missed in the 5 times I walked the isle. Then it happened. A container of lemon yogurt literally FLEW out of my cart and boy that baby splattered like crazy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! I dreaded looking around fearing that somebody would be standing there with yellow goop up their leg. Luckily, I was getting the stink eye, but not from anyone who was actually harmed. After what seemed like forever looking for an employee to tell (because come on, I really couldn't clean it up) I then go back (brave, huh?) and casually continue my search like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I then proceed to hit myself in the eye with a plastic Easter egg. Yea, don't ask. I do not drink. But I'm sure that's exactly how it appeared today. And I still came away without the surprise for the kids. So you know what that means. I get to try again tomorrow. I &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;do not enjoy shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-5634556178746569613?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/5634556178746569613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/5634556178746569613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/ever-have-one-of-those-days.html' title='Ever have one of those days?'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/Scry2Ax-g9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/G4tpkRZplNI/s72-c/yoplait.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-6710540537958279146</id><published>2009-03-24T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:36:59.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombing the public school kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No, not THAT kind of bomb. The science-y kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When we first took the homeschooling plunge science &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t my thing. I never had a good lesson plan. We sort of resorted to making vinegar and baking soda bombs and seeing how far they’d go before they blew vinegar and baking soda soaked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tp&lt;/span&gt; all over the street. It was cool! Now I have a better grip on science lessons but we still like to make bombs once in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yesterday was a day off for the neighborhood public school kids so we asked if they wanted to make some bombs. Seriously, they must do a good job of discussing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;terroristic&lt;/span&gt; behaviors in the public schools because we got a bit of the stink eye at first. Once we explained and sent them home to get permission, the fun was on! They’d never made these bombs and everyone, as always, had a great time! Have you made them with your kids? Do it once if you haven’t!&lt;br /&gt;Details:&lt;br /&gt;Small plastic bottle with screw on cap (any size works, but the bigger the bottle the more stuff it takes to fill it.)&lt;br /&gt;White vinegar&lt;br /&gt;Baking soda&lt;br /&gt;Toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;Fill your bottle about 1/2 with vinegar. A little more won’t hurt. It just smells worse.&lt;br /&gt;Make an “envelope” out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tp&lt;/span&gt; and fill it with baking soda. Anyone ever roll their own cigarettes? Yea well neither have I. But I have seen it in TV. Do that! Make a big cigarette that would just about fill that remaining space in the bottle. But remember you need some “shaking space” left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. Now don’t be slow about this. You have to work fast. Quickly stuff the cigarette into the bottle of vinegar and screw the cap on as fast as you can. Don’t laugh. It makes you drop stuff! Now shake the bottle until your heart starts beating really fast then THROW it!&lt;br /&gt;Instruct your kids to throw it far, upwards and fast… and be sure to try it once yourself first. If it blows up, it blows up on you and not them. They’ll fall over laughing and you’ll check to see that both eyes are still in there, but it’s cool! Give it a try. My kids want to make a YouTube video of it… but so far I haven’t let them. BUT I know if you search there are some out there. Just none of us :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I should mention it can be a tad dangerous. Depending on how coordinated you are or are not. Only you (or your spouse) can know this for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Have fun, and if you make a YouTube video let me know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-6710540537958279146?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/6710540537958279146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/6710540537958279146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/bombing-public-school-kids.html' title='Bombing the public school kids'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-592851985311557792</id><published>2009-03-23T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:08:17.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switched at birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; I'm not the only parent who has wondered this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Come on, be honest. Except for when they look just like you the thought has crossed your mind at least once. Maybe you didn't say it out loud, &lt;em&gt;but...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Out of our three kids two are still of the homeschooling age. One looks and acts too much like me for me to wonder about. She does her math, but doesn't love it and does better if it's money and not just math. Loves anything with the written word. She reads outside of school work just for fun. She talks to the animals. She wants to rid the world of injustice. She even writes and blogs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! Yup.That's my kid. OK. Now enter child number three. &lt;strong&gt;Who is he?&lt;/strong&gt; He loves math and is great at it. I show him once and before I get done talking he's figured it out and is done with that page and half done with the next. (Every homeschooling parents dream!) He's athletic. He's doing kicks and cartwheels when everyone else is getting ready to crash. I think he'd be good at anything he stood still long enough to focus on. But he &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to read or write. There is the oddity. He lives in &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;house... and hates reading and writing. I can't get him to enjoy writing a creative fictional tale even for money! (And I've tried.) And read a book for fun? Oh give me a break. Books, programs, games, classes, cash, rewards, threats, mind games. You name it I've tried it. Nada. I just assumed some family of hyperactive accountants had a baby in the same hospital and they now have a mellow little author in their midst. Finally I decided to let him go at a slower pace without stress. Mellow out. Chill. Then something nearing miraculous happened a couple of weeks ago. He came out of his bedroom with a stack of lop-sided paper squares stapled together. Upon closer inspection I realized it was A STORY! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; A STORY! It was written half in pencil and half in pen, words were scribbled and scratched out and the spelling was a mystery at best. WHO CARES! He wrote a story! For the fun of it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; he IS my child. I'll keep him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;It was one of those homeschooling moments that makes you happy you decided to do this thing. This thing that takes all of your time. All of your money. And pretty much all of your everything. Homeschooling probably saved him from hating reading and writing for his whole life and to me that's worth everything! Now he's busy making books, writing letters, working on his neatness and he's feeling so proud of himself for doing it. I still can't read much of it, and even he has trouble reading his own spelling. It finally came. But it came on &lt;em&gt;his terms&lt;/em&gt; and in &lt;em&gt;his time&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;not until he was good and ready&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Oh man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;He was &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; child all along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-592851985311557792?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/592851985311557792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/592851985311557792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/switched-at-birth.html' title='Switched at birth'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-2858156486717378961</id><published>2009-03-21T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:01:13.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Batteries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Who the heck invented those things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Let me tell you a little story. It's a romance of sorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;When I met my now-husband he was the guy at work who I called  when my computer needed help. And I was one of those people whose computer ALWAYS needed help.  Seriously no fault of my own.  Really.  Anyway.... 13 years later and  I'm still calling him to fix my laptop.  So I try to figure it out.  Really.  But that's when things go from bad to worse.   (Why is that?)  Today as I was tipping it over unplugging it and trying to pull the battery (maybe shaking a little bit. I cant remember for sure...) I realized whoever invented the actual battery must have had something like 5 hands!  There is no way possible to push both arrows, hold the thing on your lap upside down and release the battery at the same time without dropping the whole thing on the floor! (and maybe kicking it a little. I cant remember for sure.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;You know... I bet all those years ago he thought I was calling him to my cubical for other reasons as nobody could have that many computer problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Well. Now he knows.  :)    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I just have a knack for buying the faulty laptops!   Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-2858156486717378961?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/2858156486717378961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/2858156486717378961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/computer-batteries.html' title='Computer Batteries'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-5032501762983788579</id><published>2009-03-20T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:35:24.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/Scm0a8HmP3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PBWjYzpacTo/s1600-h/101_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316979209995173746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/Scm0a8HmP3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PBWjYzpacTo/s200/101_0589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After our dark, rainy and very interesting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; collecting (hunting? gathering? plucking?) Night Crawlers the other night we finally went fishing today. What a gorgeous day for it! It was spectacular today! Spring was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;deffo&lt;/span&gt; in the air. Between Daddy re-worming the hooks and Mommy having to keep shaking the camera batteries to try to get a little more juice.... the kids were happy to explore. They certainly have casting down pretty darned good.... except for that one time when a huge, sloppy, gross, filthy worm came flinging through the air and landed SPLAT right on MY ARM! I was shaking the camera so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; see it coming until it was too late. GAG! I'm glad I can still make the kids bust a gut. In the end they caught two trout (and a mommy arm) and tossed them back. We still have at least 50 night crawlers. I guess we'll go back next weekend. I'm taking extra camera batteries though and keeping one eye on those slimers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-5032501762983788579?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/5032501762983788579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/5032501762983788579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/worms.html' title='Worms'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/Scm0a8HmP3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PBWjYzpacTo/s72-c/101_0589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-8549953169953167955</id><published>2009-03-19T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:34:15.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Larvae all over the place!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Our Spring Break project arrived in the mail today! (Should I be so excited about a bunch of squirmy little critters?)   Lady Bug larvae are sort of creepy. They look like little tiny cousins of the boogey Man.  I wont be putting those buggers under my bed! YIKES!  I wouldn't be able to let my toes hang over FOR SURE!  The butterflies are not so bad. It takes them all day to scale the sides of their cup... only to crash back to the bottom again as a reward. Poor guys.  They'll be so flipping thrilled when they sprout some wings.  Last year we were on pins and needles waiting for them to get ready to fly. We had a Disneyland trip planned and time was getting tight. The very day our plane flew out of Boise, our little friends flew off our deck :)    Magical timing and very cool.  If you haven't done this project you really should!    I also bought Owl Pellets this year.  I know. That is really disgusting. But I can't do the frog thing... so the kids will be slicing and dicing these instead.    &lt;strong&gt;DUDE,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SAVE THE FROGS.    &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To shop for critters and weird slimy stuff try:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carolina.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;http://www.carolina.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insectlore.com/store.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;http://www.insectlore.com/store.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-8549953169953167955?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/8549953169953167955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/8549953169953167955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/larvae-all-over-place.html' title='Larvae all over the place!'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-4059200542644383956</id><published>2009-03-18T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:53:25.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPTIMISM. I ordered some fun business cards for the kids to use if~ WHEN~ they start selling eggs.   They are very excited to do it, so I thought it would be a good lesson in business skills. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raising &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expenses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gathering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Packaging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marketing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saving for the next round...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If they can pull it off ( if our hens cooperate!) I'll support them all the way.  So, how many dozen would YOU like to order?  Chemical free!  Free Range! Happy Hens! How can you resist?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-4059200542644383956?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/4059200542644383956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/4059200542644383956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/business-cards.html' title='Business Cards'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-5103847267371181220</id><published>2009-03-17T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:51:33.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are now chicken farmers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Well, not exactly farmers. Farmers would eventually... umm... eat their chickens right? OK, so we are not &lt;em&gt;actual chicken farmers&lt;/em&gt; then. Let's just say we bought some more baby chicks :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I have wanted to have hens for eggs for a while now.  You know the whole "bad economy, downsized, pay cut, recession-depression, end of the world " stuff got me in a mood.  I want FOOD. I want to be able to walk outside my house and get the supplies to make an omelette if I want to.  So, we probably (knock on wood) will never have to reply on our little chickies to feed us, but that's not the point.  I am teaching the kids to be responsible for themselves. No matter what... know you can take care of your own.  (and your friends! If you need an omelette come on over in about 5 months :)   Today I was emailing a friend and told her to take &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; son by the feed store to fall in love with the newly arrived chickies. I honestly wanted &lt;em&gt;HER &lt;/em&gt;to buy a chickie...not me!  But, I did it.  I had the kids with me so I'll blame them. We came home with 6 MORE chickies in addition to the 6 pullets (baby hens) and Butterball the baby turkey that we bought on the weekend.  The new chickies are baby-babies. Tiny little fluff balls!  So cute!  They look like fuzzy walnuts.  Two of them look like they are wearing blond wigs! Little fuzzy wig-wearing walnuts that are actually quite LOUD. They have to be in the house under a heat lamp for the next 30 days.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Omelettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;It's all about the omelettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-5103847267371181220?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/5103847267371181220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/5103847267371181220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-now-chicken-farmers.html' title='We are now chicken farmers'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-3818593715249978805</id><published>2009-03-16T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:33:45.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some cool St. Patricks Day stuff for Homeschoolers and everyone lese, too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.history.com/minisites/stpatricksday/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.history.com/minisites/stpatricksday/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;"May your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;and may trouble avoid you wherever you go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-3818593715249978805?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/feeds/3818593715249978805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-cool-st-patricks-day-stuff-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/3818593715249978805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/3818593715249978805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-cool-st-patricks-day-stuff-for.html' title='Some cool St. Patricks Day stuff for Homeschoolers and everyone lese, too!'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-4728988345014086487</id><published>2009-03-16T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:46:02.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest homeschool project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The kids have been working on a project to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;raise&lt;/span&gt; money to buy dog/cat food for the local humane society.  Being 7 and 9 years old, the only jobs they can have are the ones I can find for them around here.  My floors are nicely swept and sort of mopped (mopping with one of those spray mop things can be pretty fun. I understand the urge to hold a finger on the trigger the whole time... so I can't really get too angry at the flooded floor can I?)  So far they have earned almost $20. I said I would match dollar for dollar... but too much of the money they are earning is coming from my own bad language. I can't afford any more!   Their goal is $40 by the end of March.  My lips are SEALED so they will have to get back to those floors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-4728988345014086487?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/feeds/4728988345014086487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/latest-homeschool-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/4728988345014086487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/4728988345014086487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/latest-homeschool-project.html' title='Latest homeschool project'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-2664057590670285743</id><published>2009-03-16T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:49:33.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Chickie Chickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Have you ever heard of a turkey called Butter Ball? (Well, besides the one on your Thanksgiving table of course. ) We now have &lt;em&gt;not only a chicken coop (built by Russell in under one weekend!)&lt;/em&gt;, but 6 chicks (hopefully hens!) and one scrawny, not really cute, gangly baby turkey named Butterball.  We don't even know if Butterball will be the gorgeous, round, full tailed male bird that we hoped for.... but "he" (we are being optimistic) won us over while shopping for chicks anyway :)  So, we squeezed him/her into the box with the others. He doesn't seem to know he is not a chicken.  He is actually friendlier than the little chicks and I think it's becasue he's trying to make sure we like him... so we don't eat him.  I mean come on, being a turkey called Butter Ball has to make a bird worry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hope he doesn't grow up with a complex...   I wonder if they make Poultry Prozac?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Check back in 5 months to hear us talk about trying get the first egg from under a feathered tushy.  I can't imagine the hens would give those babies up without a fight.  Can you imagine going through labor and delivery two times each day? (Can you imagine how pissed off you'd be at your husband?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I dont think hens get enough respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-2664057590670285743?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/2664057590670285743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/2664057590670285743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-chickie-chickie.html' title='Here Chickie Chickie'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-1618202479960684920</id><published>2009-03-12T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:15:57.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbors, dogs and garbage day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We are in the process of house breaking our new puppy, so we are taking frequent trips outside for "potty breaks". Yesterday Russell goes out and sees that the neighbors dog Buddy is in our yard. No big deal. He's wearing his electric fence collar, so Russell calls the neighbor and tells them that he has returned buddy (the good neighbor that he is) but is concerned that his collar is not working properly (and they live along side a fairly busy road.) The neighbor seems somewhat annoyed at the phone call. Whatever. Today as I let the dogs outside for another potty break I hear a &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRASH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the street. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ooops&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The dog is out again, but this time he has dragged the other neighbors garbage out of the can and all over the street. I don't even want to describe the horrors of what I saw out there! I don't know why but this prompted a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; from me as I gathered my dogs back into the safety of my front door. I am not a "told ya so" type... but this time I am pretty sure that's the emotion that was creeping up on me. While I like to think I'm a good neighbor, the most I was willing to do was to make a call to Mr. Annoyed Neighbor telling him that his dog was out and the trash situation. I wonder if he'll confess to soon-to-be-mortally-embarrassed other neighbor? Considering that yet &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; neighbor already threatened to call the dog pound on embarrassed neighbors' dog, and stuck an anonymous note to their fence ... and "Note Sticker" just got a new puppy himself, I can only wonder who will think which dog did what? Gotta love the modern rural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cul&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-sac!  They'll all get home from work around 6:00. Maybe I'll pop some corn....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-1618202479960684920?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/1618202479960684920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/1618202479960684920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/neighbors-dogs-and-garbage-day.html' title='Neighbors, dogs and garbage day'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-6401840180081302386</id><published>2009-03-11T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:02:22.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-6401840180081302386?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/feeds/6401840180081302386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/6401840180081302386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/6401840180081302386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2302796225246290970.post-7883494027175195165</id><published>2009-03-11T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:13:49.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draaama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Drama class&lt;/strong&gt;" should mean something educational, right? For us, not so much. It just means &lt;em&gt;DRAAAMA&lt;/em&gt;. We rushed to finish making the newspaper cave woman costume and the newspaper bowl for the newspaper food (frog legs and crackers) that the teacher assigned as homework (hey, thanks a lot!) Today was supposed to be the dress rehearsal but instead the kids sat around the multipurpose art room under tables, behind walls and in closets while one or two kids learned their lines. Yes. I said under tables and in closets. A few of the kids came out of class less than chipper, and of course mine was one of them. Did I mention they didnt get to try on their newspapers? &lt;em&gt;DRAAAAMA&lt;/em&gt;! Next week is the last class and the performance for the families so I am keeping my opinion to myself until then. If I can hold my tongue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which bring me to the next subject... holding my tongue. Not something I've ever been good at. One the earliest memories I have of my dad talking to me was him telling me "you'd argue with a fence post" While I don't agree with him I do agree that everyone is perfectly entitled to their opinions. So, holding my tongue. Today I decided I was going to take the advice of a wise young bunny rabbit: If you cant say nuthin nice, dont say nuthin at all". Man, it's hard for me. I think I'll officially start next week, so I can wrap up a few things before the clock starts. Mainly drama class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2302796225246290970-7883494027175195165?l=idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/7883494027175195165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2302796225246290970/posts/default/7883494027175195165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaho-funny-farm.blogspot.com/2009/03/draaama.html' title='Draaama'/><author><name>Funny Farm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIdDjObvI7w/SdAtbDnKupI/AAAAAAAAALc/iFj2HcSCxGg/S220/avatar+horse.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
