It's been a while since I posted some general nonsense, so I thought I'd toss this out here. This all happened a few months back but I stumbled on some emails concerning the whole affair, and thought I'd share.
A bit earlier this year, I posted a box of assorted homeschool books on the local Freecycle group. Books like these always seem to be in demand and these were all things we either no longer needed or had been given to us by others and could not use. Once the word went out, I got a bunch of replies, and offered them to someone who arranged to pick them up in a few days. I sent one of the later responders an email stating that the books had been promised to someone else, but if that fell through for some reason, that they were next in line. They replied with a message that simply said "Thanks!" Now if that was all they said, this would not be a very interesting story. The interesting part was the way the message was signed. It said:
Dianna Cloth diapering, extended breastfeeding, sewing, homeschooling and AP mama to a 12 year old, 6 year old, 5 year old and 2 year old. New baby boy july 2009
(The name and some details have been changed to protect the odd)
This was a bit more than I needed to know. And the "AP mama" part was escaping me. I had no idea what that meant. So at my wife's suggestion I turned to our favorite source of current cultural knowledge and forwarded the email Cassie and Mark for a translation. As always, Cassie knew the answer and provided me with the following guidance:
"Oh yeah, and AP is that "attachment parenting" thing where mothers wear their kids in slings all the time and do cosleeping and take communal showers and all that jazz. So your child always feels "secuuuuure" and "safe" and sheltered from the storm with mom and dad spooning them to sleep. "
Yikes. I'd never heard that term before. Neither had Sue, but she figured (correctly) that Cass would know. I guess we are way out of the hardcore homeschool loop these days. Who would have guessed that there is such a benign label for such bizarre behavior? And it is truly amazing that this woman feels the need to announce to a total stranger not only how many kids she has, but their ages, what she collects their waste in, how she schools them, her hobby, and the fact that she nurses them way past when she probably should. Never mind all of the "AP" nonsense. And all because I offered to give her a box of books. Imagine what I might have learned on a 30 minute ride on the train or something? The mind reels. I've gotten mildly, though mostly silently, intolerant of high-fashion homeschoolers.
And just so you know, I gave the books to someone else who responded simply saying that they are homeschoolers in Pelham, can make good use of the books and can come by on Monday. No hint as to what sort of diapers she uses. I can only hope she is not one of those evil bottle feeders, but I guess I'll have to go on faith for that part.
I think I may start signing all of my emails with something like this:
-Al disposable diapering (retired), NBF*, welding, machining, homeschooling, gun shootin', beaver trappin', nose pickin', spam eatin', father of six. New granddaughter approx. 12+ months ago.
*NBF = "Never Breast Fed"
thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 9:28 PM
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Monday, October 25, 2010
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
thus voiced Mrs A @ 10:23 AM
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Friday, October 22, 2010
Precious Blood
Something about watching the blood flow out of Ray's arm through a seemingly huge tube and into the whirring plasmapherisis machine; then seeing it return and flow back into his other arm, has made me put a lot of thought into blood itself.
Ray's blood is being filtered. Another young man in the bed next to Ray was having his platelets removed and transfused with six (maybe more) units of type B+ blood, the same type as mine. This young man was dependent on human blood to keep him alive.
We are all dependent on His blood for our eternal life.
"..knowing that you were ransomed from the futile ways inherited from your forefathers, not with perishable things such as silver or gold, but with the precious blood of Christ, like that of a lamb without blemish or spot. He was foreknown before the foundation of the world but was made manifest in the last times for the sake of you who through him are believers in God, who raised him from the dead and gave him glory, so that your faith and hope are in God." 1 Peter 1:18-21
"Much more then, since we have now been declared righteous by His blood, we will be saved through Him from wrath." Romans 5:9
thus voiced Mrs A @ 11:19 AM
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Monday, October 18, 2010
Ray
This afternoon, Ray goes into Children's Hospital for the first of many plasmapheresis treatments. The doctors still do not have a diagnosis, they are just trying this procedure to rule in/ rule out a certain family of neuromuscular diseases . Please pray that Ray won't be anxious, there will be no complications, and that we would trust the Lord though out this whole illness.
"And this is the confidence that we have in Him, that, if we ask any thing according to His will, He heareth us: And if we know that He hear us, whatsoever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we desired of Him." (1 John 5:14)
And we played some fun games. This one was trying to throw all the corn cobs into the bucket. Corn kernels were everywhere! I'm glad I wasn't on the clean up crew.
It was a great day.
thus voiced Mrs A @ 8:12 PM
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Monday, October 11, 2010
Columbus Day
We did some .22 caliber rifle shooting at the sportsmen's club.
We have to buy the "value pack" of ammo!
A little scooter riding...
A fight broke out!
Alan repaired the bucket lift....
And now at home, I'm waiting for the apple crisp to come out of the oven.
thus voiced Mrs A @ 7:24 PM
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Sunday, October 10, 2010
Amelia Palooza
thus voiced Mrs A @ 9:09 AM
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Wednesday, October 06, 2010
Museum of Science - American Hero
We've had a membership at the Museum of Science since some time in the 1990's. I never get bored visiting the place. Yesterday we went to see the exhibit on George Washington Carver. The kids make fun of me because I'm all about G.W. Carver. He's actually my all time favorite American hero. He was born just as America abolished slavery, orphaned, and nearly died as an infant from whooping cough. He worked and paid his way through high school and overcame severe prejudice, eventually entering college after being turned away at another school because of his skin color. He was a scientist, inventor, and colleague of Henry Ford and Edison. He met with Theodore Roosevelt and spoke before congress. All this and he remained a very Godly, humble man. When he passed away, he donated his entire life's savings of $67,000 to his foundation which would provide for other black student's education. That was a tremendous amount of money in 1944 considering he was making $1500 per year at his death.
We were not allowed to take pictures inside the exhibit but here we are outside.
We also saw a lot of other cool things at the museum. The boys always love the robots.
We also engineered and raced little plastic thingies...
found a brain the same size and color as Ted's...
nearly got attacked by an evil beaver...(this picture is for you, Alan)
and spent time trying to use the "express " button in the elevator.
During our muffin lunch break, Teds and Tessa entertained us with the musical stairs.
thus voiced Mrs A @ 8:01 AM
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Sunday, October 03, 2010
Robin Hood
Yesterday we took a trip to Kittery Trading Post to buy a bow for Teddy. Teddy has started shooting archery this fall on an indoor range, and Alan wanted to get him a bow that would fit his size and strength.
We had a lot of fun at the trading post. We even camped there for a while.
This afternoon, we took Teds to try out the bow. He had spent all yesterday afternoon holding his bow in his room, in front of the TV, upstairs, downstairs; he could hardly wait to actually fire it. Finally we arrived at the sportsmen's club.
After a little help from dad
Then he drew and aimed
Tessa and Ray seemed excited!
Teds was a little discouraged at first because his arrows were not hitting the target.
He retrieved his arrows
And was happier the next round
Later I took Ray target shooting since he doesn't have the strength to hold or draw a bow. He certainly is a great shot though.
All in all it was a fun time. The only person who wasn't too happy was Chaz. He had to leave early to take an online exam on a Sunday evening!