Life Marches on
Well, I’m back. All of my blog posts from my original homeschoolblogger site have been moved over to this one. I’ll spare you the technical details, but it took a bit of work to get them here. I’m working on getting the pictures loaded up here on Typepad, instead of being hosted at Photo Bucket, too, but it’s not a high priority. So all of you reading on a feed reader may still see an occasional "update" to an old post come through. Go ahead and skip it, you probably won’t notice anything new. Or read it if you have time. You may find something noteworthy. I’ve had a great time rereading some of those old posts. This one – Random Thoughts for A Friday -had me nearly in tears laughing at my children.
My new blog look is in the works and I have to say I’m very excited. I won’t say anything more so I don’t spoil the surprise, but the suspense is killing me!
Our weekend was a productive one, again. Our Kinkade painting arrived from Disneyland and we hung it up promptly.
Bip likes to climb up on the couch and sing to it, in that sweet, nonsensical baby way. I ask him if he wants to go back to Disneyland and he nods. Love that little guy!
We did some work in the bedroom. We unpacked 2 boxes and put up these bookshelves.
And hung up this guy (that’s a doll in the bed, not a baby!):
Boo went to shoot arrows with his best friend. His buddy’s family was off for a little archery practice and invited Boo and Phil to go along. Boo could hardly contain himself! I don’t have any pictures to share since I didn’t think to send along the camera, but I’m told it was a lot of fun.
Pumpkin Girl got a chance to ride her new bike around our cul-de-sac. 
Bip rode "Cappie". 
One thing that I like better in our new location is living at the end of a cul-de-sac. And there is only one set of houses here, so there’s never any cars.
Finally, I got a chance to attend Brownie leader training. Yay! Actually, it wasn’t that bad. I went with a friend who will be the co-leader with me and I let her drive. We got there too early and were drafted to put together a color guard and do a flag ceremony. Now, I used to be a Civil Air Patrol Cadet. I was even in the color guard. We had uniforms,flag harnesses, ladder-laced boots with white laces and snappy salutes. Sometimes we even had wooden rifles. You know, to guard the flag. But this time, I felt like a big Dorkus Malorkus carrying in a tiny flag on a stick and holding it while everyone said the Pledge of Allegiance. Fortunately, I was flanked by my peeps who shared with me the dorkiness of this quasi-solemn moment. I hate being "volunteered."
Here’s a picture of me as a cadet in the color guard. I’m the one holding the waving blue flag.
I was further annoyed when I realized that I was getting a headache because I had forgotten to eat lunch! Fortunately, I had packed Luna bars and there was vending machine. All in all, it wasn’t a bad day. Didn’t learn anything too earth shattering, but now I’ve been "read on", as we say in the Army, to Brownies.
