The Nutcracker

Well, i wented to the Nutcracker ballet today… it was really good, though i must admit i appreciated the music more than the dancing. That isn't to say i didn't like it; no, i loved it. But i loved the music slightly more. Well, i guess that makes sense, considering i AM a(n) [insert last name here]. We are vveerryy musical. To put it plainly.

• My Dad: plays viola, plays & teaches piano (and can play instruments similer to those [harpsicord, organ, violin]), sings tenor or bass (preferably bass) (at least once at Carnagie Hall) (in a choir)
  
• My Mom: plays & teaches piano, flute, organ, recorder, directs singers, sings soprano or alto (preferably alto) (also at least once at Carnagie Hall) (in same choir)
• My oldest sister: plays piano, organ, violin (violin since the age of four or something like that)
• My other older sister: never really was as musical, but has taken piano, violin, cello (i remember being able to fit in her cello case and zipping it up… i always wondered why there was a zipper on the inside), and has sung in choir
• My older brother: plays piano, sings bass, once tried trombone (it didn't last long)
• Me: play piano, organ, violin (though i'm afraid i haven't played in at least a year… i plan to take it back up when i have more time in my schedule), recorder when needed, sing soprano or alto (preferably alto)
• And we all listen to a veriety music!

And the dancing? Well, it didn't make me want to learn ballet, but then again so far only two things in the world that make me want to dance. Weddings (Naomi & Nick's, Nathan & Katie's), and Singing In The Rain, though that only does it with tap dancing.

So… how 'bout them apples?

Actually, i could rant on, but i kinda need to go practice recorder… and piano… and organ, though i won't because i can't get to church.

Story time!

Ahem - my superior version of 'Farmer & Sons':

Why Bessie Was Butchered
by
Margaret Rhein

Not so long ago, in Iowa, there lived a sly old farmer, who was stricken with a terrible and incurable illness. Though he wished for his farm to prosper, he was afraid that his somewhat stupid and lazy sons, Clyde, Claud, and Gary Andrew Bartholomew Sean Matthew Lyle, would be careless, as usual, and his beloved cow would die, as she needed only the best hay.
So one day, when he could feel death closing in like the walls of the garbage room in one of the Star Wars movies, he called his sons to his deathbed, and slowly informed them that there was a great treasure in the fields, with diamonds, and emeralds, and more diamonds, and a magic little box with a fabric store inside. Clyde gasped, Claud's eyes widened, and Gary Andrew Bartholomew Sean Matthew Lyle exclaimed that he could finally buy that footstool he wanted. They all asked where the treasure was, but he was resting in peace, knowing that his dim sons would take care of his dear darling Bessie.
Because of their great greed and lack of imagination to think of activities, the sons dug all day and night, except for a little time in which they ate and slept, of course. When the land was all dug up, and the frustrated boys found no treasure, they complained greatly to their mother, who had planted seeds in the "tilled" ground, so as not to starve. She explained that their cruel father had tricked them into working, and that the so-called "treasure" was the fruit of their labor.
Of course, the accidental plowing yielded a good amount of crops that year, but the sons ate the berries from behind the shed, and died. The mother sadly butchered old Bessie, sold the meat, and, because she had demanded an unfair price, lived happily ever after.

The End
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Proper socialization

"When I mention we are homeschooling our children, we are without fail asked, '...But what about socialization?' Fortunately, we found a way our kids can receive the SAME socialization that government schools provide: "On Mondays and Wednesdays, I will personally corner each child in the bathroom and take their lunch money. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I will make sure to tease our children for not being in the 'in' crowd, taking special care to poke fun at any physical abnormalities. ... Fridays will be 'Fad and Peer Pressure Day.' We will all compete to see who has the coolest toys, the most expensive clothes, and the loudest, fastest, and most dangerous car. Every day, I will adhere to a routine of cursing, being disrespectful, swearing in the hall, and mentioning our weekend exploits with alcohol and immorality. And we have asked our kids to report us to the authorities in the event that we mention faith, religion, or try to bring up any morals and values.

Adapted from the: Kolbe Little Home Journal, Fall 2005

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