Setting An Example

Your setting the example of how your children will grow. Are you setting a good example? Our children learn from how we live. Do you set the atmosphere of contentment or grumbling?


I was raised in a home where my mother was a homemaker. She was of the generation where the wives raised the children and cared for the home while the husbands brought home the paycheck. We were not rich, in fact we were far from it.


My mother grew up in a very poor family. She was raised, you ate what was put on your plate or you did without. There was never a grumble about something, even if you did not like it. My grandmother was the kind of mother who went without food on many occasions so my grandfather and all their children could eat and have a full belly. She never complained. No one ever heard her complain about not having this or that or having to do without. What an example my grandmother set before her children!

My mother was the same way with us when we were at home. Although, I don't believe she had to do without for the rest of us to eat, she did not complain about not having things she needed.  The one thing I  do remember my mother going without was clothes. My mother did not have the fanciest dresses, nor did she buy all her clothes at the mall. Many of her clothes came from the large thrift store that we stopped in after school every week. She would rotate her dresses for church and wear different blouses with her black and blue skirts.  My mother never complained. We never heard her complain about about not having this or that or having to do without.  What an example my mother set for us children!

My sister and I wore mostly homemade dresses while we were little and many of our clothes were found at the Rich's budget shop at the mall, the thrift store, Richway, Treasure Island and Kmart. When I look back at pictures of the clothes we had, they were nice, neat, clean and cared for. We had several friends who were in the same situation as we were. Then there were the girls who wore the new season, name brand clothes and had the fanciest of coats, boots, lunch boxes, notebooks, etc. They also had mothers who worked outside the home. These were the girls that grumbled about what was in their lunchboxes, the clothes and shoes they had on. ~ Please don't read something into this that is not there; keep reading.


I am a lot like my mom and grandmother. If you don't eat it, you do WITHOUT! There is no making a peanut butter sandwich, you will do WITHOUT! There will be no snacking later on, you will literally do WITHOUT! There had better not be a comment similar to, "I don't like that." You will eat it and you will learn to like it. Can that really be accomplished? Yes, it can! I use to dislike tea. I couldn't stand the smell, let alone the taste. I finally started making myself drink it in the early 90's because I was dating a young man who drank nothing but sweet tea. Over a couple of months, I learned to love sweet tea. I also did not care for vegetable soup while growing up, but after getting married and cooking it for my husband I quickly learned to love it.

From the time Jamie was a tiny tot, I have never allowed him to hear me complain. There are times when I have explained why we can not do this or buy that and have used those times as learning lessons. When he sees the Tyson chicken nugget commercials where the children are telling they don't like a certain food; he always chimes in with, "You'd eat it here whether you like it or not or you'd do without."  Allowing our children to gripe and grumble is wrong. They will grow up being the whiny adults we all try to run from when we see them coming. Teaching them to be content with what they have will help make them better adults.

As parents we set the spirit of grumbling or contentment in our home. If you have a whiny, complaining child, look in the mirror do you see a whiny, complaining adult? Probably so. If you complain and whine over everything, how do you expect your children to not do it? Don't let me hear you complain about your complaining and whining children; they are only following your example.

Philippians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.


I Am Thankful

I don't think I have ever been so thankful for a Thursday as I am today.  My sweet husband has been in Billings this week for a certification class and will be home in a little bit. Even though we talked several times during the day and even said our Good Nights over the phone, it is still nothing like him being here.  We both are non phone talkers; the phone is a luxury we both could live without and it shows while we are talking to each other. ~ There is nothing like a face to face conversation.            



I'm so Thankful for a hard working husband.


I am Thankful for a gentle, kind, caring and fun loving husband.


I am Thankful for the Lord blessing me with this wonderful man.


Water: Something We Take for Granted

We take so much for granted! Water is one of top things most people do not think about.




All day I've faced a barren waste without the taste of water cool water 
Old Dan and I with throats burnt dry and souls that cry for water cool clear water
 The nights are cool and I'm a fool each star's a pool of water cool water 
And with the dawn I'll wake and yawn and carry on to water cool clear water

We take so much for granted! Water is one of top things most people do not think about. The first time we came to Montana, I remember seeing signs that read "You deserve clean water" or "We need clean water" posted around Missoula and along a couple of the highways that led into and out of that area. We made a quick stop at a restaurant the first day we were there and boy, the smell just about turned our stomachs. We were not far from the river and we were a little stunned by the rotten waste/sulfur smell. You know the smell in south Georgia and Florida? This smell ~WAY WORSE!

Because of reading those signs, we never drank any water while we ate out, we were just trying to being safe because we did not know where the stench was coming from. When we lived in Hamilton, we had  well water. I remember drinking it and never thinking anything about it. It did not have that "well" taste, like many wells in Georgia have. The water was scentless and sparkling clear. Our land lord told us that the well was 218 feet deep and the water was the way nature intended.

When we moved here in October, the first day in town we stopped off at a local cafe for lunch. I ordered water...I should have been warned! When I picked up the glass and took a sip, it reminded me of the lizard bucket we had when we would go fishing when I was kid. The water smelled just like lizards and it tasted just like it smelled. I couldn't drink it! As I looked around, I noticed there were no other water glasses on the tables around us. Needless to say, we don't order water when we eat out but, we haven't eaten in town since before December. ;) The water in Miles City, it doesn't taste any better.

The water we get in our little town is not smelly but it is just as HORRIBLE! We have a water filter and it still doesn't help. We've been buying bottled water since moving here and I've been researching water delivery companies and the only ones who deliver are local municipal water collected companies. Yeah, I'm not paying them for city water.

The neatest thing about living in a small town, people know things and are willing to share information with you. The school superintendent told my husband's boss about a spring in the area.  Yesterday, while they were out checking on roads, my husband and his boss (whose family is having a hard time with the water too) headed over to the park where the spring is located. While they were there, they talked with the park ranger and he told how he tests the water and since he's been testing it, the water passes on all levels. I can't remember how deep this spring is but it is around 250 feet.  There must be something about the depth because the water is so good.


Do you even have to question if we went and collected water? You bet we did! I had 9 empty gallon water jugs and we filled them up. Tasting water so fresh and clean made me think of our well in Hamilton and there was no lizard taste. :)

Those of you who come to visit, I promise I won't serve you lizard water.

Living with Migraines Series: Feverfew Tea

Looking for an all natural method for migraines? Feverfew may be an option for you. Once you get the medicinal plant into your system, you may find the healing effects what you are looking for to help ease the havoc that wreaks throughout your body.



Last summer, I began reading about herbs for migraines after reading a blogging friend's usage of feverfew tea for her daughter's migraines. It  also got me thinking about all the money I spent trying to prevent and ease migraines and all the chemicals I was adding to my system and how many of those were not actually needed. Boy, the money!  I can just see it going up in smoke. Some of those shots were $100 a piece. My insurance did not cover them, but hey, they worked.  They worked so well, the side effects made me think I was on fire from the point of the injection all the way to the top of my head. It was not pleasant and I would never go with that prescription again!

I know many people don't believe in the use of herbs or that they really work. I remember the first time I heard about using herbs, all I could think of was a hippy witch doctor ~ I have my upbringing to thank for that thought. Sadly, many people who live a  more natural life are considered off in their thinking, but they are more than likely healthier than most people. When I think about herbs, I think how God created them and he gave man the wisdom to use herbs for thousands of years before there were any chemical laden medicine. Think about it!

Living With Migraines: Feverfew Tea


In February, I finally broke down and bought some bulk feverfew.  I was planning on making tea with it since I had read that it is easier and quicker for the body to absorb the tea than it is for it to be in a pill form. Of course, if I had feverfew growing, I could chew on the leaves, but after drinking the tea, there is NO WAY I could chew on leaves. :) It's that bad!

Here's is what I wrote about receiving and making the first cup of tea.
I love getting mail! When my husband came on home on Friday, he had a box for me. I was excited because I was anticipating the delivery of my vanilla beans, Feverfew and tea infuser that I had ordered the day before Valentine's Day. Being new to buying bulk herbs, I didn't realize four ounces was quite so much. I've been reading up on Feverfew and the best way to take it for migraines and from what I've read, a tea is better than a pill, since it is already been broken down for your system. With a tea, you can drink it a couple of times a week to help in preventing the migraine. This is something I'm working on at the moment.
Yes, I'm trying my best to drink this tea down as quickly as possible. It tastes just like it smells~ dried weeds! Actually, if I would have added more honey or sugar it probably wouldn't taste so bad. I'm seriously going to be considering buying the capsules to fill.

I can't help but giggle when I think back to that day. Yes, Feverfew is an extremely bitter herb. There is no getting around the taste, as far as I can see.  The first trial run of drinking the tea made me realize, I would probably not be able to take it during a migraine. The first couple of sips made me nauseous. I just knew I wasted money on this. After finishing up what I could, I had no ill side effects. I just didn't see me being able to drink this a couple of times a week. In all honesty, extra honey and sugar will not help any.

It wasn't until after I began digging around the internet for help with the taste that I found THIS webpage. I read about the soothing effect Feverfew has on your body. If you've ever suffered from a migraine then you know what kind of havoc it can wreak on you. I was amazed at all the ways Feverfew helps your body throughout a migraine. I was able to find out if the soothing of Feverfew was real, last Saturday. I was quite thrilled to not experience any of the other effects of a migraine that I normally experience.

I steeped a cup of tea for about 30 minutes. I had to hide the tea in a glass of sweet tea. I tried hiding it in a Dr. Pepper and ruined the Dr. Pepper. All I could taste was the tea. Sweet tea hid it and within two hours after finishing up the last of the bitter brew, my migraine was gone.

Hopefully, this will not be like some of the over the counter medicines that work for a few months and then stop. I'm hoping this will be my go to remedy for migraines here on out. Yeah, I'm really thinking about making the tincture for a preventive route. And for all those who think bad about bringing alcohol into your home to make an all natural remedy... you can't bring in NyQuil without bringing in the alcohol.  ~ Just a thought.



Disclaimer: I am NOT a healthcare provider. I am simply a wife who is sharing what she has learned from research and a trial and error routine of finding healthy alternative for myself and family.

A Little Catching Up

It's been snowing and I've been sewing.



Old man winter has returned to our neck of the woods. We had been enjoying the most beautiful spring like weather anyone from around here could wish for. I was able to open the windows and even the back door to let the afternoon sunshine in. It was wonderful! I even "neener, neener, neered" a few family and friends on Saturday with temperatures warmer than those back in Georgia.  They say, all good things must come to an end, and well the warm weather did just that yesterday.

Sunday started out like the other days, warm and sunny. We even opened the back door and some of the windows. Yesterday afternoon the temperatures started to drop. Around 6:30 the snow started falling. I did get up and look out the window around 3:30 this morning and the moon was shining and the wind was blowing. My sweet husband worked last night, so I didn't sleep too soundly.

We finally got to see some of the real snow that falls in this area and not just the light dusting that gets deeper over time. Last night, I was a little surprise to open the back door and look out and find an inch of snow already on the ground after about 15 minutes.  This time the snow is a good, wet, snowball packing snow. Of course, with snow comes the colder temperatures although 20 degrees is not so bad, the windchill of -10 with 50 mph wind gusts makes it worse. So far we have about 4 inches of snow.  Yeah, the windchill makes it unbearable to be out and enjoy the snow.

The weatherman predicts we will get another 3 inches of snow by the end of the day. Then on Wednesday the temperatures will be back up near the 50's. :)  I'll believe it when I see it.

Here are a few pictures of our snow. The first two were taken last night when my husband was called out to plow, see the snow on the hood of the truck, that was after an hour of snowing. The rest I took this morning.

You should be able to click on the pictures to see them bigger.


With the wind blowing, the snow is like walls of white blowing. This is one of the warnings that are out for drivers at the moment. Out on the highway those white walls are truly hazardous to drivers.


I also found snowflakes on the windows and in the window sills. I just love seeing snow hanging on the limbs of the trees. All the trees around here with low limbs have a good many touching the ground.



Last week, Jamie and I took a week off from school. It was a planned break and since we are ahead in all our subjects, I thought we should go ahead and take it.  I did some cleaning in the living room and cleaned out Jamie's closest. I was quite surprised at how he packs the bottom of his closest so well, you couldn't find buried treasure in the mess that we went through. He promised it wouldn't look like that anymore once we cleaned it, but I'm not holding my breath.

I also sewed a good bit. I made several bread bags out of some of the flour sack cloth I bought in town a couple of weeks ago. I love how they turned out. I also realized that it is time to take my sewing machine back in for servicing. Just the thought of putting more money into an inexpensive machine makes my skin crawl.  I'm thankful I have my grandmother's treadle sewing machine. I was able to use it on the last bag and I have to say, that bag looks so much better than the others. The top stitching on the flowered strip I put on the front of the bag is more beautiful compared to the other two. After doing a little sewing, I may just service my machine and use it for stitches that the treadle won't do. With the serger for finishing seams this may just work out. I'd love to be able to tell how the items I sew were done on the treadle. Who knows, my 100+ year old sewing machine may be sewing a lot more for me in the future.


Well, we are back to school this week. Since my husband is working tonight, we are doing school work this evening. It gives a little different twist to doing school work and we like it every once in a while.

I also wanted to add that I made some changes to my CHICKEN AND DUMPLINGS recipe and added a picture. I made a pot the other day and was shocked at how good those dumplings turned out with the changes.

 Also, I'll be writing about my Feverfew tea I took on Saturday for a migraine later this week. You don't want to miss that post, because I have learned so much about this special little herb.

Teaching Time Zones

Time zones - something many people don’t know. Are you teaching them to your children?


I've noticed something lately while reading a couple websites on the internet... people do not know Times Zones. I even read where someone lived in a rather large eastern city not know which time zone they lived in. Really? How do you not know what time zone you live in? Hello, get your head out of the sand!

It is kind of hard for me to grasp the idea of adults not knowing which time zone they live in. It's also a little difficult for me to understand adults not knowing how time zones are different in hours. Maybe it's because I have taught school for so many years or someone slept through school. :) Who knows?

When my nephew was serving in Iraq, I knew he was ten hours ahead of us (at that time).For our family to pray for him as his day was beginning, we would be praying for him when our day was winding down.  Have you ever checked out the time zones for the European and Asian continents? They are seriously, confusing!  If not, you need to check them out at World Time Zone.  It looks as if some of those countries do their own thing, those rebels! All kidding aside, you have to really do some digging to find zone names like Baghdad Time and Moscow Time which are similar to our eastern, central, etc.

I know most of Arizona does not observe Daylight Saving Time and that is why the state has a symbol on the map below. Really, I love DST. The days are longer, the sun is still shining at almost bed time. :) Let's just stop the madness and not change back  to the boring old standard time in the fall.~ A girl can hope, right?


I just noticed on the map I added standard to Alaska's time but really it's just like the others most people leave off the word standard when they are talking about the zones and  I didn't add Aleutian for Hawaii, yeah I got lazy on that one.

Of all the maps out there on the internet for teaching the USA time zones, I love THIS one. There is just enough color to keep you from draining your ink cartridges if you choose to print in color. If you are like me and have a child who detests coloring, well it's just perfect.

The Tutor's Daughter A Book Review

Emma finds herself living in a grand Cornwall manor---and confronting an eerie mystery.


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Emma Smallwood, determined to help her widowed father when his boarding school fails, accompanies him to the cliff-top manor of a baronet and his four sons. But soon after they arrive and begin teaching the two younger boys, mysterious things begin to happen. Who does Emma hear playing the pianoforte at night, only to find the music room empty? And who begins sneaking into her bedchamber, leaving behind strange mementos?

The baronet's older sons, Phillip and Henry Weston, wrestle with problems--and secrets--of their own. They both remember the studious Miss Smallwood from their days at her father's academy. But now one of them finds himself unexpectedly drawn to her...

When suspicious acts escalate, can Emma figure out which brother to blame and which to trust with her heart? Filled with page-turning suspense, The Tutor's Daughter takes readers to the windswept Cornwall coast--a place infamous for shipwrecks and superstitions--where danger lurks, faith is tested, and romance awaits.


My Thoughts:

I love Julie Klassen's writing. She has a way with bringing the book to life for her readers. The Tutor's Daughter is no different. You can just about smell the fresh sea air and feel the wind blowing throughout the story. The little bit of mystery that comes into play is quite chilling when you are trying to pin the mystery on the guilty party.

Emma is an unmarried young lady. Her father runs a small boarding school that is on its way to failure. Without her father's knowledge, Emma begins corresponding with a father of two former students. In the correspondence Mr. Smallwood and Emma are invited to come and tutor the two younger Weston boys. Little do they know, these boys are monsters hidden behind politeness. 

Almost immediately after getting settled in at Ebbington Manor, mysterious things begin to happen. Emma hears someone playing the pianoforte at night and when she goes to see who it is, there is no one there. Threatening notes are found under her door, the smell of a perfume fills in her room and things begin to go missing. When Emma asks about the things, the ghost of the late Mrs. Weston is brought up. After being told to stay out of the north wing of the manor, Emma begins hearing someone scream at night. 

Emma and the eldest Weston sons knew each other from their years of being schooled by Emma's father. One of them shares an undeniable attraction with Emma. Sadly, Emma is aware that Mrs. Weston would never allow either son to marry below his social class. 

I received a free copy from Bethany House and NetGalley in return for my honest opinion.

You can buy your own copy from Christian Book Distributor.

210693: The Tutor"s Daughter The Tutor's Daughter

By Julie Klassen / Bethany House


When her widowed father agrees to tutor a baronet's four sons, Emma finds herself living in a grand Cornwall manor---and confronting an eerie mystery. Who's sneaking into her room at night? Who tears a page from her journal, only to return it with a chilling illustration? Can she identify the culprit before it's too late? 416 pages, softcover from Bethany.

The Girl of Yesterday and of Today

If I could talk to my teenage self,  I would love to tell the girl of yesterday – everything is going to be all right.

I saw somewhere recently a statement about how the girl from yesterday would feel about the girl of today. The statement was about the person who was doing the writing. This made me think about my girl of yesterday.  My birthday is coming up and I can't believe I'm going to be 42 in a few days. I don't feel 42, but what does 42 suppose to feel like? I like to think I still look as if I'm in my early thirties but I know the more I see small lines in my face and that one stubborn gray hair that keeps growing back, I am beginning to look my age; and I'm okay with that.

When I think back on my childhood, I would never have dreamed that I would be in my forties. Hearing about  the Lord's second coming and all the things that would have to take place, I was extremely sure I would never grow up and be married with a family all my own. I even prayed what some would consider selfish prayers in asking the Lord to wait so I could experience a husband and family.

When I think about the girl from yesterday I know she would be happy with how she turned out. That girl fulfilled her dream by being a wife and mother.

When I think back to those years, I remember how women were considered odd or feminists if they pursued dreams and goals and didn't settle down with a family. This was the teaching of a strict fundamental church. Things began to change when  Bill Clinton came to office for it was his wife; a new breed of woman who showed that women were more than just a housewife and not an unequal.  Don't get me wrong, I would never condone the things this woman stands for. Her feminist teaching  is right up there at the top of the list and over the last few years she has proven to be a true enemy of our country.

Many of the girls I went to school with are stay at home moms and they would not change it for the world. Some pursued college degrees and hung those degrees up to be at home.There are a few, who are now working towards their dreams and goals but they waited  later to pursue them.

When I was a senior in high school, I knew I would go to college and earn a degree in education; I wanted to be a teacher. It was not a dream of mine, but something I knew I could do until I had my own family. I always said, I would never home school my children after being home schooled my junior and senior years. To this day, I honestly feel that was a bad decision for my sister and I, but it is what it is and it is in the past. I always thought my future children would attend a Christian school. It's a good thing I went for a teaching degree, because we never would have been able to afford the tuition for the two years Jamie attended. He was able to be at the school with me and we were able to see each other at different times during the day.

If the girl of today could talk with the girl of yesterday, she would tell her if there is something you want to do; do it. Don't wait and think that you'll do it later because more than likely you will not. Don't settle for less when it comes to school and with a job. Don't allow anyone to make you feel you are not suppose to better yourself. Learn all you can about anything you want. Knowledge is valuable!

Today's girl would also tell, there is nothing dishonorable about being a stay at home mother. You will find love and enjoyment educating your son at home. You will find contentment making your house a home and safe haven for your husband and son. Don't let society make you feel less of a woman because you dream of being a wife and mother because in reality, you can not have both a family and a career without one suffering and more times than not the family will suffer.