tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81850385353356011202024-03-12T20:08:52.251-05:00Bean and BeeDiane's brain on random .........Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.comBlogger351125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-26243056598525893462012-04-04T17:31:00.000-05:002012-04-04T17:31:00.085-05:00The Story of Max Schneider's Trip to America by Ms. BeanMax Schneider was my Great, Great Grandfather. He was my Mothers Great Grandfather, and my Grandpas Grandfather. This is the story of when he immigrated to America.<br />
Max was polish and grew up in Russia. He was a very giddy child. His mother said he had "the gift of gab" .His mother and father sent him out to town one day to sell some things, hoping that his "gift of gab" would work and bring money to their home. Once Max got to town, he thought to himself, "I am going to keep going, and see what I can see". So, he met up with some friends, and they travelled together from place to place. One of his friends suggested Paris, so they went to Paris. Then one of them suggested America, so off they went and soon arrived in New York City's, Ellis Island.<br />
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As soon as Max got to New York, he received a message that he had to join the Russian Army or else they were going to fine his parents. So Max borrowed some money, bought a round-trip ticket, and started his journey back to Russia.<br />
He stayed in the Russian Army for quite a while, but then decided to leave and start his own life. The Russian Army would never let him just leave, so he had to run away. In the middle of the night he snuck out, pinning his ticket in his underwear, and headed back to the United States of America. <br />
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This time he came in through Baltimore, because he still owed money to the people in New York, and the Russian Army didn't pay him anything. He moved to Detroit and wanted to Marry. So, he met some people who arranged for him to marry a Lithuanian woman named Tilly who was living in Tuscaloosa, Alabama.<br />
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They got married, had three boys (Herman, Leon, and Sam) and lived Happily Ever After. I don't think Max ever paid back the man in New York. And, I don't think he ever get in trouble for leaving Russia. Lucky Max!Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-87878413827988738102011-11-23T20:07:00.001-05:002011-11-23T20:09:19.997-05:00Lots to be Thankful for ......Every year, I have the girls write, or draw, what they have to be thankful for. It started because I didn't want them to be stumped/embarrassed when asked during our Thanksgiving<br />
roundtable tradition (my Mom has us all tell what we have to be Thankful for before our meal begins), and I have been keeping them over the years.<br />
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This year, Ms. Bean (8 going on 15) is grateful for: <br />
- reading - coloring - bubbles - sparklers - sparkles - glitter - secrets (shhhhh) - twinkles - feathers - earrings - diamonds - and family.<br />
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Little Bee, 6, is grateful for her Family and her Pets. In her world, we are all she needs.<br />
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I am grateful for two wonderful little girls, who taught me how to love. My parents who taught me patients and appreciation. And to Tom, who is happily on this Journey with me.<br />
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And of course for my friends, who I cherish and adore.<br />
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Happy Thanksgiving!<br />
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Since I met her 8 years ago (and probably for years prior) she has made all of her kids Halloween costumes, which have ALWAYS been completely adorable. So, about three years ago, when I was sitting in a sea of dress up clothes with the girls and looking in catalogs to determine what we would be purchasing that year, I thought of Sandra, and decided there and then that the Devendorfs would NEVER AGAIN buy a Halloween costume. And, a new tradition began ....................<br />
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1) We will not purchase costumes, HOWEVER, we can use items already around the house to incorporate into our design.<br />
2) Mom does not make more then three trips to the fabric store. If you need additional materials after my 3rd trip, you need to beg your grandparents to take you.<br />
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3) Original designs need to be completed and turned in by the first week in October. Contract modifications can be made after that time, but only if mutually agreed upon.<br />
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4) The costume materials can not cost more then a mid range costume in the costume catalog (no. I am serious).<br />
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After much discussion, Little Bee decided that she was going to be a butterfly. A pink butterfly. And the fabric store allowed for great inspiration as Halloween means it is full of sheer, sparkley wonder.<br />
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She selected two lovely fabrics, and we worked together to come up with a concept which included glitter, an old leotard, lots of golden thread, a hot glue gun, and a dad who was willing to make a head peice.<br />
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Ta Da! This is a Happy Little Butterfly! A Happy, "Itchy" Butterfly. Let us keep our fingers crossed we do not require another visit to the Fabric Store.<br />
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It all started when Ms. Bean found her <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magic_8-Ball">Magic 8 Ball</a> on an old toy shelf. The idea was born, and we needed to get started, quickly. I began to flip through photos of Fortune Tellers and Gypsies, and we finalized our concept when Little Bee brought home a copy of <span class="main-title" itemprop="name" sb_id="ms__id3743"><b><a href="http://www.google.com/products/catalog?hl=en&q=strega+nona&gs_upl=0l0l1l1957l0l0l0l0l0l0l0l0ll0l0&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&biw=1920&bih=970&wrapid=tlif131990876664210&um=1&ie=UTF-8&tbm=shop&cid=17456965739653437540&sa=X&ei=lDWsTp6mFcTw0gGm9uGjDw&ved=0CF4Q8wIwBA#">Strega Nona</a></b> (the school has a rule that you have to dress like a book character, no matter how loose a fit).</span><br />
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<span class="main-title" itemprop="name" sb_id="ms__id3743">All we needed was a long skirt, white blouse, and lots of gold. Ms. Bean went to work. </span><br />
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<span class="main-title" itemprop="name" sb_id="ms__id3743">After she raided the Mardi-Gras beads and box of acquired gift-bag loot, we set off to get the fabric for a skirt. And we didn't have to look far, because the local thrift store had the perfect skirt which I picked up for $6.00. Probably a violation of the rules, but when I took into account how much time I didn't have to spend sewing sequins, I went with it. All it needed was a hem and a little elastic in the waste! Woo Hoo!</span><br />
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<span class="main-title" itemprop="name" sb_id="ms__id3743">The blouse needed to be ruffly, a little over the top, and sheer. Not unlike the<a href="http://bridechic.blogspot.com/2011/08/remembering-great-prairie-revival-of.html"> prairie look from the early 80's.</a> And, guess who had one in her closet, dating back to 1982? </span><br />
<span class="main-title" itemprop="name" sb_id="ms__id3743">Actually, it is the ONLY thing I have from that period, and I have never been able to part with it. My Grandmother, Gertrude, who was an amazing seamstress, made it for me when I was a pre-teen. I LOVED it. And, despite the coffee strains, and a little yellowing, it has hung in a dry cleaning bag for 30 years. So, around the 2nd week of October, I took it out of the bag, got out the Woolite, crossed my fingers, and turned on the gentle cycle. Success!</span><br />
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Me -- You're right. Sarah has a birthday party Friday night. How about if we go out to dinner and have some Mommy/Leah time?<br />
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Me - Sure. Who do you want to bring? Bella? Tori? Ella? Ohhhhh!!!!! I KNOW! How about Liam (the adorable boy in her first grade glass, who she insisted I get a picture of last week when I was in for lunch). <br />
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Little Bee - (looking alarmed and rather discusted) - MOOOOMMMM! Have you ever heard of playing hard-to-get? Geeeeessshhhhh!<br />
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Nope. I guess I need to go back to Elementry School and learn a thing or two.Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-86381840198362254052011-10-28T08:50:00.000-05:002011-10-28T08:50:20.850-05:00I really need to start writing these things down ........<div>
Clearly, technology has replaced technology. Between Facebook, Twitter, Google+ (which I have but NEVER use), and the thing they put into the office that is supposed to be for work, but is really used to make fun of the guy running the conference call, I NEVER seem to blog anymore. </div>
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However, I really hate for my blog to become completely dormant, because I started it for my kids, and they don't read my posts, or my tweets, or my cutting comments about the guy running the conference call. But one day, they might want to read about the randomness of my life, if nothing else to provide their therapists with documentation about why they are the way they are.</div>
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So, I have decided to use this as a place to jot down those things "I really need to write down". They might be snippets of my day, and they may or not make sense, but since this is my little corner of the web, it is what is is.</div>
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Feel free to follow along, and comment when you can. I still treasure my readers, as you know, because you are all "Friends" in an alternate universe.</div>Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-8506107094439402532011-06-05T09:09:00.000-05:002011-06-05T09:09:26.991-05:00Little Bee's Horse<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwnaxGbn5Fg-mdYvuT27dD7mMaRu4vZBzD-Nm9uKRU4Bvsp0Nr3ud8tCGZLDGolwMcZ7rpHVBerqztd1c87_uidtrOSAr-QEPlt6ecKzTzrJYQw2A_n77MvFnOZwzfmbaAsZsB2xdAMRY/s1600/001.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwnaxGbn5Fg-mdYvuT27dD7mMaRu4vZBzD-Nm9uKRU4Bvsp0Nr3ud8tCGZLDGolwMcZ7rpHVBerqztd1c87_uidtrOSAr-QEPlt6ecKzTzrJYQw2A_n77MvFnOZwzfmbaAsZsB2xdAMRY/s400/001.jpg" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-62003109520457092262011-06-05T09:05:00.000-05:002011-06-05T09:05:07.914-05:00Still Life By Ms. Bean<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmeU-b2A3wW4iTgksaajRRZS7GgX0kL1DSzh28i0lAJ9l_AgOrO3aSJqk3Ee89sx5w7HoGon_cgXnfi0GVDPv-nKQSK0zKZPQxP6b0ABWmzsuL7BYnIlyCKcVVK6VX0-_W-x4JjUKz2Y/s1600/001.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmeU-b2A3wW4iTgksaajRRZS7GgX0kL1DSzh28i0lAJ9l_AgOrO3aSJqk3Ee89sx5w7HoGon_cgXnfi0GVDPv-nKQSK0zKZPQxP6b0ABWmzsuL7BYnIlyCKcVVK6VX0-_W-x4JjUKz2Y/s400/001.jpg" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-63041786341907004712011-03-23T16:54:00.000-05:002011-03-23T16:54:47.776-05:00A Fable - By Ms. Bean (7)<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiewf44SBym4NeFZ9IqiBDV0yKk0mmUeI73zzUXTyUH2oEAYL4WEIxd-yqnW_iuRnTwTk_yxqI4yryoooBSXNmB8sUckXFhAeVHEoV-m-qGy4aljrRaiDT9JXVWFBB6SkqvJJJOd4GKz94/s1600/IMG_0860.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiewf44SBym4NeFZ9IqiBDV0yKk0mmUeI73zzUXTyUH2oEAYL4WEIxd-yqnW_iuRnTwTk_yxqI4yryoooBSXNmB8sUckXFhAeVHEoV-m-qGy4aljrRaiDT9JXVWFBB6SkqvJJJOd4GKz94/s400/IMG_0860.JPG" /></a> </div>Once upon a time in a swamp in Africa, there was an alligator and a bird. They were best friends since they were born. Two days later, Alligator had a horrible toothache and there were no doctors available. Birds father is a doctor so bird crawled inside alligators mouth and cleaned his mouth. Alligator fells better and bird feels better too. Happily ever after.<br />Lesson: A little person can make a big difference.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-63323557724195832812011-03-02T17:45:00.001-05:002011-03-02T17:47:12.053-05:00Little Bee's Kindergarten Portrait<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjcSOaKYFrXpszMDQqCNG2lofCA6FkBJ8jsqGLUk3F0JainAib4hxB95G7dxn474XvxTzugEOhwCvlFlVbz3S_WvhKFuHEBVsRBn9MDQeT2o9A9ntuiYGl3e1-N5V217gpRkf3xdDGO7s/s1600/LeahSelfPortraitK.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579617896910215538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjcSOaKYFrXpszMDQqCNG2lofCA6FkBJ8jsqGLUk3F0JainAib4hxB95G7dxn474XvxTzugEOhwCvlFlVbz3S_WvhKFuHEBVsRBn9MDQeT2o9A9ntuiYGl3e1-N5V217gpRkf3xdDGO7s/s400/LeahSelfPortraitK.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-33379594289819822872011-03-01T14:25:00.003-05:002011-03-01T14:31:42.125-05:00Surprise!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VxrsLVSLWUsEWLFq2_-mshBMwnyiPbxHcQr1EWe_DpcztvqRTbHN1BaA4y34JSW529RtZJJwHh9nDD9FF0lg_o411SefWIcY6gowya3tbhfz9UqmgY6qWzDY8sxsOAKQEvs3rxkIQRk/s1600/2011_03_01_14_20_12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579196141021770082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VxrsLVSLWUsEWLFq2_-mshBMwnyiPbxHcQr1EWe_DpcztvqRTbHN1BaA4y34JSW529RtZJJwHh9nDD9FF0lg_o411SefWIcY6gowya3tbhfz9UqmgY6qWzDY8sxsOAKQEvs3rxkIQRk/s400/2011_03_01_14_20_12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I just found this delightful surprise in my purse. Ms. Bean was watching my remedial dance practice leading to the upcoming recital. I guess she thought that I needed a little "pick-me-up" in my "lunchbox". So completely in love at the moment .............<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaIAMoodUQQQFCy_-NlKE9KawayogjEne2j2CysRt3Da5J9_WTvFUf0Gte06E8nwbf25mL0t0xopS7y6kCaHJT_wBBqG8b586-1LVyLlOdOlnGgyxl85DrXnm5n8LL_45LgUcfc97Fj10/s1600/2011_03_01_14_20_12.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-39244597842531687392011-02-14T18:20:00.003-05:002011-02-14T18:27:15.374-05:00Ms. Beans Valentine to Mom<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibI4ZZ3AkeHUrDs5yowKhptI1s_EFGoMwWllg_FFfDOjlVOEpGLAINmawuwvDUJDrtMtY-Rb45WTOzD2PZeMvmlYiQbHZBa9oYBUqW8s5WNLyE0UPYXg8srDb9jAgY9mUQHbeR-7fisMI/s1600/IMG_0689.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibI4ZZ3AkeHUrDs5yowKhptI1s_EFGoMwWllg_FFfDOjlVOEpGLAINmawuwvDUJDrtMtY-Rb45WTOzD2PZeMvmlYiQbHZBa9oYBUqW8s5WNLyE0UPYXg8srDb9jAgY9mUQHbeR-7fisMI/s400/IMG_0689.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><br /><br /><p><br />To Mom, you're the best. I love you so much. You never forget that. Have I said enough? I love you Happy Valentines Day. </p><br /><br /><p><br /></p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRtJWlgfDngIYKTl682KCQjNWB34jFjQ_aypslo12u5FagCkqy_Zs6tKZHbZ-phwaxcuuCMaA6-rwt4PlOQ_S-8EcHcbuF11pYRxnt6uzV2dAAQ_tZooKqUKQH0BiuOI3vDaNvY-bObmw/s1600/IMG_0690.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573690412716580162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRtJWlgfDngIYKTl682KCQjNWB34jFjQ_aypslo12u5FagCkqy_Zs6tKZHbZ-phwaxcuuCMaA6-rwt4PlOQ_S-8EcHcbuF11pYRxnt6uzV2dAAQ_tZooKqUKQH0BiuOI3vDaNvY-bObmw/s400/IMG_0690.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDisBEKYXVW_F-5I1Q-7O9ZqPugZ5Q0t7ycG6FlHCTQxJZAnomzqnX4DK_4E9LZcFBjrgq-raUTqhDqds318RVzm0zDItV4FpUfeMy6zVINwyPlPOoM7aagu71cxOr69kouvrFjfIQdiY/s1600/IMG_0690.JPG"></a><br />To Dad and Leah -- same things for you. You mean the world to me. I love you. P.S. You to Leah!<br /><p><br />(Quite Franklly, I like her spelling better). </p><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div></div>Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-28379327067345428822011-02-14T18:16:00.000-05:002011-02-14T18:16:14.532-05:00100 days and counting ..............<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUcBevylk8dWtxBzl5mv4J8GUbu5ACBGLAfcFu_4ely6jbpwix9RbAtUmQYCCx2WboIrfN-9v5PHB4r9ZCLa1wYOqdlo-FDoLIItpQeD-pjaM6pwDT48BdotffLSGaXKJyHLEdMKmLxWU/s1600/IMG_0683.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUcBevylk8dWtxBzl5mv4J8GUbu5ACBGLAfcFu_4ely6jbpwix9RbAtUmQYCCx2WboIrfN-9v5PHB4r9ZCLa1wYOqdlo-FDoLIItpQeD-pjaM6pwDT48BdotffLSGaXKJyHLEdMKmLxWU/s400/IMG_0683.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-72517660350043397562011-01-10T18:14:00.002-05:002011-01-10T18:20:38.829-05:00Her Native American Name<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1HJrqvVAOyzst2CAWCJWntaYrvEDPbkEdeHkmalql9KH4ENxRtG7okKGZnNHOonV-QHDsogODXmFP8BtTArxBV32IFelv8csrbTFEQMsjx-AaZAkXXs_4e4MNi5Cy_pc1gOyh1DO-SM/s1600/IndianName.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560699824911336674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1HJrqvVAOyzst2CAWCJWntaYrvEDPbkEdeHkmalql9KH4ENxRtG7okKGZnNHOonV-QHDsogODXmFP8BtTArxBV32IFelv8csrbTFEQMsjx-AaZAkXXs_4e4MNi5Cy_pc1gOyh1DO-SM/s400/IndianName.jpg" /></a> I wish this could be scanned in its entirety, but sometimes scrap paper isn't as forgiving as one would like. <br /><br />According to Ms. Bean, the assignment was to give yourself a Native American name and draw a picture to describe it. Ms. Bean responded with true 7-year old enthusiasm ..........<br /><br />Introducing ......... (drum roll) ..........................<br /><br />"She Who Brought Music to the World" ...............<br /><br />We really have to get cranking on those Guitar Lessons!Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-3144737422032701372010-12-19T11:22:00.003-05:002010-12-19T11:28:32.819-05:00What is ChitzenshipI just completed a 2-week leadership course in Landsdown. During that period, we spend a LOT if time discussing and debating the meaning of Citizenship. Apparently, I only needed to look in Ms. Beans backpack for the right answer ..........<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgviRZB6n6ZgrkXlUsnOYYzMazNqwXns4ElnD04MRXB1sKeWCkj7m9B8tA16HmdvBM7GIwW1IujmVL0-ZQzOBvOWXtdm6unQ5whwuQOkzYjefn9YYkVMIEk7YzBRr-MIHJQMy32dI-I0U/s1600/001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552430622599149266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgviRZB6n6ZgrkXlUsnOYYzMazNqwXns4ElnD04MRXB1sKeWCkj7m9B8tA16HmdvBM7GIwW1IujmVL0-ZQzOBvOWXtdm6unQ5whwuQOkzYjefn9YYkVMIEk7YzBRr-MIHJQMy32dI-I0U/s400/001.jpg" /></a>Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-29495732856113276032010-11-30T19:16:00.004-05:002010-11-30T19:21:07.576-05:00If I could make the rulesOnce in a while, you have a moment when the kids do something so wonderful and so unexpected, you actually need to sit down and take it in. I just had one of those moments. Ms. Bean brought home a huge stack of work that she did during the 1st quarter (2nd Grade). I was half looking at the paperwork, while doing 50 other things and holding 6 conversations, when a slip of paper caught my eye. The handwriting was definitely my daughters, the sentiment beautiful:<br /><br />"If I could make the rules, I would open a grocery store just for the poor and the price would be very low or no price at all. I would get rid of cigarettes so nobody would hurt their throat."Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-39776490822054803872010-11-10T08:58:00.002-05:002010-11-10T09:02:57.295-05:00Little Bee's DreamScene - while laying in bed figuring out today's logistics, Little Bee arrives at the door, sleep still in her eyes:<br /><br />Little Bee: "Mommy. I had a strange dream."<br />Me: "Really? What was it about"<br />Little Bee: "Alex (my mothers dog) went to a school that wasn't very hard, and all they did all day was have fire drills".<br /><br />I LOVE the mind of a Kindergartner!Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-79196981959292963502010-10-26T09:31:00.008-05:002010-10-26T18:52:05.731-05:00The BEST birthday card EVER!Last Sunday, I turned 43.<br /><br />Since we are in the process of gutting the kitchen, Tom and I decided that there would be no presents this year, and the girls are over scheduled so we have little time on weekends for a "party". We enjoyed a couple of lovely quiet meals with Susie and Papa, and I LOVED being with the people I love.<br /><br />However, the girls weren't going to let the day go by without a little fanfare! Ms. Bean washed by car from top to bottom and vacuumed for hours with Papa on Saturday (thanks DAD!). And little Bee, demanded that I produce a box of pens, a sheet of paper, and get OUT OF HER WAY!<br /><br />20 minutes later, she appeared with this masterpiece, and the following explanation:<br /><br />The front contains the first and last letter of our names. The Heart indicates who is having the birthday, and the "O" symbalized who made the card.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNvmbOcsK_VOi71gek1bMZ7Glv0Br9bjxAAk0bJsh2juXuyfUV9fAWn2NHUTLyIdZ5pwm2iTezAl3Zq8ENdXniWGSwK5PhaGkyGMI35zC-KusTiULl3nAT8FOq696daZQoYcbfKTcnQMI/s1600/LeahBdayCardFront_Page_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532365257980380850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNvmbOcsK_VOi71gek1bMZ7Glv0Br9bjxAAk0bJsh2juXuyfUV9fAWn2NHUTLyIdZ5pwm2iTezAl3Zq8ENdXniWGSwK5PhaGkyGMI35zC-KusTiULl3nAT8FOq696daZQoYcbfKTcnQMI/s400/LeahBdayCardFront_Page_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And here is the inside. A cake topped with sparkelers (THANKS ERICA!) and the ROYGBIV and a sunflower for Mommy. I simply couldnt be more proud or delighted.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtncLV_O9ZGe88ZP44bmmqtjff_YhH_ee76lFUfQlwaylmopuK_-Mfr0Ko_qf3-k6qfv10kQntO-XfAJHRyoSvlxMn4qltJCWdekG4D3ESigcpWpRPytoTY9rROjiucROvQsIqgUF_JU/s1600/LeahBrithdayCardInside_Page_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtncLV_O9ZGe88ZP44bmmqtjff_YhH_ee76lFUfQlwaylmopuK_-Mfr0Ko_qf3-k6qfv10kQntO-XfAJHRyoSvlxMn4qltJCWdekG4D3ESigcpWpRPytoTY9rROjiucROvQsIqgUF_JU/s400/LeahBrithdayCardInside_Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532375627854058738" /></a>Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-53514860112896131492010-10-26T09:02:00.006-05:002010-10-26T18:53:47.940-05:00Dinner Doodles<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg57eElCgb5eMjfkT1huwXzaVDLEICVjkmHBe1WZtTD0xG2725X0zcI2vvbnRnrIQc9RCbFCl2NTBQpPjKMIibysDmAA4zK2-TxgrpxEvfv0TbAbiYBmidf_8cxF-coDyCTZTKJdoHhUvI/s1600/2010_10_26_10_10_27.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532357489948109554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg57eElCgb5eMjfkT1huwXzaVDLEICVjkmHBe1WZtTD0xG2725X0zcI2vvbnRnrIQc9RCbFCl2NTBQpPjKMIibysDmAA4zK2-TxgrpxEvfv0TbAbiYBmidf_8cxF-coDyCTZTKJdoHhUvI/s400/2010_10_26_10_10_27.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Both a friend and Susie mentioned that I never blog anymore, and they miss my posts. I will definitely try and write more often, since I really do need a place to lay some creative energy.<br /><br />This delightful little doodle was the bonus from an Alexandria Symphony Charity Dinner I attended last night. On my arm was the most delightful date (Ms. Bean, 7) and in between the tango lesson and Chicken Fingers, she captured the room.<br /><br />A good thing! I forgot my camera.<br /><br />XOXOPennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-85586087899870349132010-10-11T16:38:00.000-05:002010-10-11T16:38:20.489-05:00Bean Designs<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><br />Ms. Bean has started her own fashion design business. Need a dress for a State Dinner? Mermaid Ball? Sunshine Club? You know who to call!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKRxgGhfkhAKOLxoFUf7QqRCtpD0SluLjBMpxKji5WPf2w_Pvf4k6MO729ss5a2cJ_GzxOovrbeN4FTKPoCZS6SSkxGLJR8Zla7_VvX8NwMo34mHS7aJThAIBEQF3WVZmpKmY44X1qD0/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKRxgGhfkhAKOLxoFUf7QqRCtpD0SluLjBMpxKji5WPf2w_Pvf4k6MO729ss5a2cJ_GzxOovrbeN4FTKPoCZS6SSkxGLJR8Zla7_VvX8NwMo34mHS7aJThAIBEQF3WVZmpKmY44X1qD0/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-38649876620689173402010-10-11T16:33:00.000-05:002010-10-11T16:33:56.169-05:00Happy Fall From Ms. Bean<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXRnTm4TnXEKeF0Vosti3AROLX4ESfNJBSkvsOMOm0gKJAoiliGWQNhNF_qL9akLUNTSdA3jklMHidngxMhC39MLJHsIvEv-70SO5B-V0vpZN3EeStMU682m-JFGf4Jn-E2yDdO4beI4c/s1600/IMG.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXRnTm4TnXEKeF0Vosti3AROLX4ESfNJBSkvsOMOm0gKJAoiliGWQNhNF_qL9akLUNTSdA3jklMHidngxMhC39MLJHsIvEv-70SO5B-V0vpZN3EeStMU682m-JFGf4Jn-E2yDdO4beI4c/s400/IMG.jpg" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-42729031944105206312010-08-25T19:56:00.003-05:002010-08-25T20:02:33.956-05:00More Wisdom from Little Bee (now 5)Scene: Grocery Store, peanut butter Isle<br /><br />Little Bee: "We need to get crunchy"<br />Me: "Why? We always get creamy"<br />Little Bee: "Because, I like crunchy"<br />Me: "Since when?"<br />Little Bee: "Since always"!<br />Me: "How come I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wasn't</span> aware of that? I have always used creamy peanut butter".<br />Little Bee: "Because Mommy, I am little and often overlooked ................."<br /><br />We bought both.Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-52271298505469397352010-07-23T19:12:00.000-05:002010-07-23T19:12:12.025-05:00"My Emotions" by Ms. BeanThe emotions of a 7 year old ..... as told by a 7 year old.<br /><br /><a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; CLEAR: right" href="http://goo.gl/photos/LGAA" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_d__CYe1i5tg/TEovX1BQJCI/AAAAAAAAGGg/0Jo7icJWpbA/s512/img232.jpg" /></a>Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185038535335601120.post-27605021259301329572010-06-27T08:25:00.003-05:002010-06-27T08:47:00.186-05:00When I grow up ................Now that school is over, I decided to do a bi-annual assessment of our "rainy day cabinet", to see what could be pitched, and what needed to be restocked. On a bottom shelf, there were two Fairfax County Police Coloring Books which our dear friend Officer Trivett gave to the girls over Spring Break.<br /><br />Clearly, they came home from the Sully Police Station and dutifully completed their assignment, which concluded with drawing themselves as future police ladies:<br /><br />Ms. Bean will be an exact replica of her current self, plus a badge and gun ..................<br /><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5vb0sjm1Nkugj7Ue2JPaQ_PasfpDBs8YfCBfNTRa5Ng?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_d__CYe1i5tg/TCdUMLPw14I/AAAAAAAAF-Y/4uYR1WYs_1g/s400/IMG_8633.JPG" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: arial, sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 11px">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/dfsd67/Photoclass?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2fhM6c-_DQAQ&feat=embedwebsite">Photoclass</a></td></tr></tbody></table>Little Bee, is planning to become a black hole, minus any facial features, dressed for a Gay Pride<br />parade on the Moon.<br /><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MBDpVUGFo6BAI5x9mScTFfPasfpDBs8YfCBfNTRa5Ng?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_d__CYe1i5tg/TCdUKKu7llI/AAAAAAAAF-U/5PsgvHQ7xZs/s400/IMG_8634.JPG" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: arial, sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 11px">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/dfsd67/Photoclass?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2fhM6c-_DQAQ&feat=embedwebsite">Photoclass</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />My Money is on little Bee. I say this, because Ms. Bean would NEVER touch a gun .............Pennyfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573507547205038714noreply@blogger.com1