>I don’t recite the script in the teachers’ manual, either.

>Shortcuts. I take them all the time. In the classroom, on the road, on the computer (give me the keyboard commands and I’m faster than any mouse!), and in the kitchen.
Especially in the kitchen.

Tomato soup? I combined two recipes.

When a second batch of soup turned out a bit too bland for our tastes, we made the tomato into a base for minestrone (recipe to come, soon, I promise).

A muffin recipe with coconut, an ingredient no one but me will eat, turned into a new muffin that we all love.

I fill my crockpot more by formula and luck than by recipe.

We make planned overs as often as we leftovers; it gives us a shortcut later.

Even when I start out with a clear plan, it can change. Martha Stewart would never, ever live here.

Baking bread in the breadmaker is a shortcut. I almost feel guilty because it’s so easy. The crockpot — how would I teach and feed my family without it? One of my other favorite short cuts is starting baked potatoes in the microwave and finishing them on the grill. The cooking time is shorter, and they still get that fabulous charcoal grill taste.

This topic was suggested by Parent Bloggers Network and Ore-Ida Potatoes. Idaho may produce more potatoes than Wisconsin, but I know Ore-Ida works with my state farmers as well as those out west. My daughter loves all things potato, so if I registered early enough to get a free masher, I may have to share it with her. The coupon, though, that I’ll keep.

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>Earworms! There oughta be a walk for the cure.

>Earworms. They happen to the best of us. They’re contagious. They spread. And they don’t respond to antibiotics.
No, an earworm isn’t a viral infection. It’s a song that won’t go away, the song that never ends (yes it goes on and on my friends). Oh, sorry about that.
An earworm can be one you hum under your breath, a classic tune that inspires air guitar while cooking dinner, the one you whistle in the shower, or the refrain that you belt out while behind the wheel when you’re on the road again (just can’t wait to get on the road again). Oops, I did it again.
It’s the type of song that makes a mom walk over to the computer and comment, “Oh, Rod Stewart. Classic rock!” only to be told by her teenager that it’s actually Adult Contemporary.
I truly do believe that there is a song for every occasion, and for every song, an occasion. The occasion isn’t always obvious, either.
Playoff action? Take me out to the ball game!
Waking up so early it’s still dark out? Good morning, starshine!

My hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s off to work I go anthem? Java Jive, of course. I love the java jive and it loves me.
Don’t even get started on the Wheels on the Bus song.

Tired of working, ready to go home? It’s five o’clock somewhere!

In our home, the place where the cheesehead lives on the piano, the music varies so much you’d be amazed. When Amigo was little, he was always requesting, “Mama, sing!” Now it’ s more likely to be, “Mom, stop that, we’re in public.” But within the confines of our own four walls or even our own minivan, we sing our loud, sing out strong.
Sing of good things, not bad.
Sing of happy, not sad.
Sing, sing a song, make it simple, to last your whole life loooooooong!
Don’t worry that it’s not good enough for anyone else to hear…
because —
I love you just the way you are! (Did you really think I’d make it through a songfest like this without a little Billy Joel? Not a chance!)

This post was written for Parent Bloggers Network as an entry for a contest sponsored by Bush’s Beans. Remember, no matter how much you “toot” your horn (or sax or tuba), beans are really a vegetable. In this part of the world, they grow in our team colors, too.

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>The Burrow, the Warren, call it what you will

>PBN wants examples of why our houses resemble zoos. Ours resembles more of a hutch.

The first bunny in the house was Beast. His friend Cor (short for Coreopsis) soon joined him. When she died, Tiny Bunny came into the house to be a friend to the Big One. Peanut was a rescue; he was about to be adopted by someone La Petite considered unsuitable, so she stepped in. Sweet and friendly little Tiny Bunny and the feisty Peanut never really hit it off, so when Sadie came into the household and bonded with the Peanutty one, we nearly fell over. They are now inseparable. Then there’s Buttercup, the huge and lovely bunny that resembles a cow. Oh, she’s a beauty.

But all is not always lovely in the house of wascally wabbits. As cute and innocent as they may appear, rabbits chew on cords. We have all the important electrical connections and computer connections well hidden and/or wrapped up out of reach of the furballs we call pets. I mean we thought we had them all hidden…until the Black Clock of Death came up one morning.

Then there is the funny bunny who “makes her rounds” each morning when we let her out of the cage. She lopes more than hops around the house, checking to make sure everything is in order, stopping in each room to sniff and look around. She’ll come in the bathroom while I brush my teeth, hop around the table while we eat breakfast, look out the den window, and nudge Amigo’s feet while he tightens his shoelaces. It’s all in a bunny’s day’s work, I suppose.

Which reminds me — I’d better make a trip to the pet store to buy litter, hay, and pellets. At least someone in the house is getting enough fiber!

Parent Bloggers Network teamed with Generation Next and their new product iKnow Animals, Letters, and Sounds.

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>It’s Homecoming Week. Do you know what your child is wearing?

>What will they think of next? No, don’t answer that.

Monday: Pajama Day. Thankfully, Amigo usually skips this one.
Tuesday: Western Day. Amigo decided to wear his favorite country singer, Taylor Swift, featured on a t-shirt he bought last summer when he saw her with Rascal Flats. He’ll top it off with his Dude Ranch cowboy hat and a pair of jeans that fit just right, and the radio on….oops, that’s another song.
Wednesday: 80s prom day. Huh?? I know we don’t own any ruffled tux shirts, and I don’t see Amigo donning a long dress for the day, either. Hm. Bow tie? I’ll check the attic.
Thursday: Hawaiian Day — or is it Luau Day? He has two choices: a Hang Ten t-shirt or a Hawaiian touristy shirt that we found at Goodwill in near-new condition. Either way, it’s a good thing the weather will be nice. Shorts will be in order.
Friday is school spirit day, of course. He’ll wear one of his favorite high school team t-shirts and the school colors and cheer his heart out at the pep rally.

It’s fun to watch the wild and creative ways the kids dress for the homecoming game. All is red, white, and blue (the school colors), right down to the socks, shoes, make-up, and stadium blankets. We’ll go to the game with him, but we won’t sit in the seething mass of hormonal humanity that is the student section. It’ll be enough to sip my hot cocoa and sit with the other adults. We’ll be dressed for the weather, not for the occasion. As for the dance? I’ll drop him off, take a nap or see a movie, and pick him up when it’s all over. He’ll be dressed not in a ruffled tux shirt (thank goodness), but in his alternate Hawaiian attire; whichever piece he didn’t wear on Thursday. The dance has a Luau theme as well; how’s that for fun in this tailgate party haven?

In closing, I won’t worry too much about how he may be dressed each morning. I know that compared to others, he’s rather normal, whatever that may mean.

The topic of children and their creative fashion choices was suggested by Parent Bloggers Network and Toys ‘R Us, home of the Polly Pocket Pop and Swap.

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>How can I be overdrawn? I still have checks left!

>Another envelope arrived in my school mailbox today, this one promoting a financial management curriculum for elementary schools. Apparently banks and credit unions will often pay for the curriculum materials if they know someone local will teach it.
Our instructional minutes are limited, very limited, largely because of standardized testing necessary to meet federal laws. I usually toss envelopes like this straight into the recycling barrel, but this one caught my eye.
At what age can children learn about money? How much should they learn, and when? What kinds of tools can parents use to teach about money: allowances, lemonade stands, savings accounts, Certificates of Deposit and money market accounts?
Schoolchildren learn about money in math class as early as second grade. But do they really understand interest? Mortgages? Loans in general? Credit Ratings?
If I asked (or even if I didn’t), my students could probably sing the clever jingle to the Free Credit Report web site. But do they know what credit is or what it means? At age 10, I doubt it.
However, it’s not too soon to teach kids the value of money. Many of my students are from poor families; our school qualifies for several grants and programs that serve disadvantaged families. Every year at least two or three in my class are homeless. Allowance? Forget it; these are families investing every meager penny into putting food on the table and getting to work.
We teachers are then faced with a tough job; how to teach the value of money to children who have none.
Our local high schools added a personal finance course to the graduation requirements a few years ago. In Amigo’s Work Experience class they have the option of opening a credit union account at the institution with a satellite office in his school commons. La Petite, now in her senior year of college, ran a lemonade stand at age 8 and started independently managing her own checking account around age 16. If Amigo thinks he’s ready, opening a credit union account of his own would be a good idea.

Parent Bloggers Network teamed up with Capital One to sponsor this blog blast. Capital One now has an interactive site called Moneywi$e Learning Tool that helps families learn about money management.

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>Bargains! Bargains galore!

>Now that I’ve got your attention — Best Bargain Find Ever? Okay, PBN, I’m a bargain shopper, a coupon clipper, and a comparison shopper, too. Singling out one bargain as the Best Ever is nearly impossible. Here are a few examples:

*the inexpensive “calendar mug” form the corner gas station: free coffee on the dates in red
*Amigo’s winter coat from the consignment store: a brand name jacket for $20
*swag! Husband picked up a mini jump drive that is the perfect size for my school files.
*books for my classroom from Savers’ thrift store: great titles, great price, and I had a newspaper coupon for $5 any purchase greater than $5. Fabulous!
*my new purse from the outlet mall, brand name, half price, will last forever!
*messenger bag for school – already marked down, then entire luggage dept. on 50% the day I bought it
*anything purchased at Steve and Barry’s for $8.98!

Planning ahead and being aware is the first step in finding great bargains. Last December I made my list, checked it twice, grabbed my Very Important Customer discount card, and headed out to Kohl’s to shop. I knew what I was looking for, so I didn’t overspend. It was a big sale day with early bird specials, so I shopped in the morning. After these specials, I used my Kohl’s charge and the additional 15% discount coupon. End result: they practically paid me to shop. I watched the numbers on the register go down, down, down, until I couldn’t believe how little I paid for the cart full of presents!

Bargain shopping? I’m there, whether it’s online or brick and mortar.

Parent Bloggers Network is doing their part to help readers watch their wallets during this economic downturn by co-sponsoring this blog blast with Couponers.com.

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>Extreme Toy Story – er, I mean Shopping

>The difference between the men and the boys may be the price of their toys, but do their parents wait in line and rush the store to find them? Not here.

My husband and I never really dove into the Overnight Campout in the Parking Lot routine. Our kiddos might have enjoyed the Toy of the Year, but we didn’t have the time, money, or energy to pursue it. We have been clever, though, in the name of gift-giving.

When Furbies were all the rage, I managed to snag one on Amazon before they ran out.

When our beloved Green Bay Packers won Super Bowl XXXI (shhh, don’t remind me how long ago that was), we called around town for days to find the Locker Room Cap that La Petite wanted. After a few calls I began to feel a little punchy. The store employee would say, “No, I’m sorry, we’re all out.” I would then ask, “Well, do you have Tickle Me Elmo (the current Toy of the Year) in stock?” Most of them paused, then broke out laughing. They understood.

Husband surprised me with a pink Packer baseball cap, the charity cap that donated to breast cancer research with every purchase. Those were incredibly hard to get! He won major Husband points for getting to the Packer Pro Shop when a new shipment had just come in (Hugs, dear, you’re still terrific). He’ll claim it was luck; he often goes to Lambeau Field as part of his regular workday, so he just checked in the shop each time he arrived.

La Petite’s boyfriend used to camp out before the Black Friday deals at the Big Box Electronics store. She liked to visit the tent of determined shoppers, but she was never enthusiastic enough to spend the night in a tent during late November in the close-to-frozen tundra land. I wasn’t even excited enough to visit; I sent cookies instead.

Since giving is more important than receiving, we’ve made a point of donating to Toys for Tots and our local schools’ Adopt-a-Family programs every year in December. Amigo likes to and pick out something nice for the donation box, and he has good taste. During Hasbro’s Hot Summer Toy Event, Hasbro is donating one toy to Toys for Tots for every Hasbro toy purchased. For a little extra fun, take a look at this Hot Summer Toy Event Video. Don’t you wish your toys could – ahem, maybe not.

This post was suggested by Parent Bloggers Network, where you can find more posts about Extreme Toy Shopping. I suspect some will be much more dramatic than mine….

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>Top o’ the mornin’ to ya!

>Ah, mornings. My collegiate-type daughter doesn’t like to do anything that has an A.M. after the numbers. My teen is more of a morning person, but he’s still, well, a teen. He’ll do mornings, but grudgingly.

On a school day, Amigo’s alarm goes off at 6:00. He drags his mind out of sleep mode, drags himself to the dresser for clothes, and slinks downstairs to have breakfast. By this time I’ve already been out of bed with some semblance of coherence since 5:30, showered, dressed, and more while waiting for him. We sleepwalk through breakfast, brushing teeth, morning medicines, and then watch a little morning news and weather before going outside to wait for the bus.

It all runs fairly smoothly unless he oversleeps. Let’s not even suggest the possibility.

Lately we’ve had an additional body in the house. La Petite is home from school and working, which means we have three drivers and only two vehicles. Most mornings now Husband wakes up an hour earlier than his usual, drives me to school, and then takes care of himself and gets to work. La Petite takes her break to run me home in time to meet Amigo’s school bus.

One morning I requested that Husband drive me through Jo to Go, my favorite school day caffeine source, and the barrista simply looked into the car at me and asked, “The usual?” Husband shot me a half-smirk, half eye-roll, and shook his head. Heck, my morning usual is a 16 oz. hazelnut with no cream or sugar. Nothing fancy or expensive, really! It’s a locally owned place, too, so I’m supporting the local economy. The service is fast enough that I waste a minimum of gas, and….well, I can rationalize anything if I try hard enough. Even on a wild and woolly workday morning.

Fortunately, this routine only lasts until school is out and that flexibility that is a teacher’s summer begins. Then I become the chauffeur, taking La Petite to work and Amigo to appointments. And on most summer days, I make my own coffee.

This post is based on a topic recommended by Parent Bloggers Network and Kraft Bagel-fuls. Please feed your children breakfast before school; trust me, they learn better and test better if they’re not hungry.

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>"Can he cook?"

>When my college sweetheart proposed and we began to plan our life together, my mother asked, “Can he cook?” I shrugged. Who cares about such mundane matters when in love? “He can cook about as well as I can,” I answered. Her reply? “You’re doomed.” She predicted starvation, at least.

Over the past 24 years (as of mid-June!), Husband and I have developed our own cooking styles. I’m the basic throw-something-on-the-table each night person because I get home from work first. He is the fancier cook, the one who will take a piece of steak or chicken and make a Food Network style recipe out of it. I’ll combine basic stew ingredients with garden vegetables in the crockpot; he’ll start up the grill and whip up a marinade. I’ll bake muffins or banana bread or rhubarb upside down cake; he’ll scoop up a dish of ice cream.

There’s room for both of us in the kitchen.

Both of us have our disaster stories, too. When we moved to our current home, it was a rather drawn out process. I was teaching full time, he was working full time, and both kids were in school. I would load up the car, teach all day, drop off the boxes at the house, pick up more empty boxes, and go home. Eventually we had most of what we needed, and we picked up the furniture and drove it down the highway to the new home.

Okay, we rented a truck.

But we didn’t move everything right away. A lot of the foodstuffs, including the spices, were still at the old duplex waiting for another day and another empty box. One day I attempted to make chili in the crockpot and found myself without chili powder. Always resourceful, I picked up a pack or two of the cracked red pepper that had come with a Pizza Hut pizza a few days earlier. This would work, I thought.

It worked, all right. It nearly burned every tongue in the family. Mom, the Bland Chili Queen, had cooked up a legend.

I’m not the worst cook. Not even close, I dare say. But every cook who experiments will have a disaster now and then, and I must admit I’m one of them. Blog them? Not likely! But you can find more stories at the American Egg Board’s Worst Cook contest. Eat ’em, er, read ’em and weep — hopefully with laughter.

This post was written for Parent Bloggers Network as part of a contest sponsored by the American Egg Board. Go ahead, check them out. PBN always has more stories to share!

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>White Elephants and Rabbits

>”Mom, Grandpa sent me a white elephant!” La Petite moaned one Christmas morning. Grandpa’s heart was in the right place. He knew she loved rabbits, and he had picked out a ceramic candlestick shaped like a rabbit. The rabbit was, I kid you not, this rabbit was scary. He meant well, and she kept it (at the back of a shelf somewhere), but thank goodness she was old enough to appreciate the thought behind the gift!

As kids get older, it’s harder to shop for them. La Petite is in college, so we let the grandparents know what she needs for her apartment and for school. They often pick up gift cards for her favorite online stores, too, knowing that clothes and Converse shoes make this girl happy. Most of the time we’re lucky that way.
Amigo is a little tougher. When he was young, his toys were easy to pick out; they were the ones that talked, sang, and made noise. The noisiest, of course, came from the grandparents. We think they were laughing all the way through the store knowing what they were plotting for their own offspring! Now he is interested in cooking, so they buy him Braille cookbooks and kitchen utensils. Kitchen utensils make great fidget tools for a fidgety kid, too.

Parent Bloggers Network suggests Grandkids Gift Guide, a resource for gift giving. This could be handy! It doesn’t have a specific area for teens or college kids (yet), but there are some unique and fun items in the 12 and over section. No candle holders. Darn.

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