Archive for November, 2006

“Ha, ha, ha, I got him!!!”

November 30, 2006

Let’s start at the beginning.  One of those county cats that comes and eats the food here is a black cat with white paws.  He is by far the pesk-e-est and goes after our little runt of a cat and tears her up.  So, he is the most wanted around here.  

 John came up with a plan and his Dad helped him carry it out.  They have a pretty good sized cardboard box on the front porch.   The box is all closed up except for a flap on the side near the bottom they cut out in the shape of a mouse hole.  It is decoated with red crayon words that say things like, “Black cats welcome!”    It puzzles me a bit how it works, but apparantly it does work.  The cat food is put in the box so that when one looks out the front window of our house, they can see the cat tail sticking out of the box.  When they see a tail, perferably belonging to the black cat, they sneak up on it and close the flap.

On more than one occasion I have heard the “I got him” call.  The first one was when they accidently boxed Shabby (my favoite cat!)  Then, of coarse, perhaps on purpose, Fancy and Fluffy got their turns as well.  One night a county cat was caught, but managed to escape through the side of the box.  Dad and the boys had to reenforce that. 

Tonight was different.  It was after dark and I was making my way out to the compost pile.    Next came John, laughing like a mad man boy and yelling, “I got him, ahh, ha, ha, ha!!!  I got the opossom!” 

“What,” I screamed, “You have the opossom in that box right now?” 

“Yes!  Ahh, ha, ha, ha, I finally got him,”  John yelled.

“Does your father know about this?”  Mother inquired.

“He will in a minute,” yelled John.

 So, Dad came out and tried to figure out how to get this thing out of the box.  He did get it out safely and a short lecture on not capturing wild animals was given.  Ahh, life here in Bodenham…never a dull moment.

Minestrone (quick and tasty!)

November 30, 2006

This recipe is posted for my favorite sister, MaryLou.  (Sue, Ann, & Marie, disregard the favorite word!  But let’s face it, she’s your favorite sister too!)

 Several years ago when Marilu Henner was starring in the broadway show “Annie Get Your Gun,” a fellow coach named JulieBenny from the Total Health Makeover boards at came up with this recipe and named it for Annie. Here it is:
Annie Get Your Minestrone
In a large soup pot, saute until tender in 1 Tbsp. olive oil:
1 large chopped onion
2 cloves crushed or minced garlic

Add to soup pot:
4 C. veggie broth (I use Imagine Vegetable Broth)
16 oz can kidney beans, drained (I use smaller beans such as northern or navy beans)
14 oz can diced tomatoes, WITH liquid
2 medium carrots, diced

Simmer til carrots are tender. Then add:
1/2 C. dry whole wheat macaroni (elbows, corkscrews, etc.)
1/4 tsp. dry basil
1/4 tsp. dry oregano

Simmer til macaroni is al dente. Add:
10 oz frozen chopped spinach, thawed and squeezed
OR 1 bunch fresh spinach, chopped.

Simmer 5 minutes.

Serve with salad and bruschetta or garlic bread.


Holly Nog

November 29, 2006

We do not consume dairy here.  That being said, my children ususally drink water.  But, every once in a while they get a treat.   The last time we went to Huntsville, we bought VitaSoy Holly Nog at the health food store.   When they asked this morning if they could have some, I was in a good mood and said “yes!” 

 A few minutes later I asked MaryEllen to get dressed. She didn’t want to because, “I’m afraid Charlotte is going to drink my holy water, I mean holy nog, I mean…”  I helped her out by saying, “holly nog?”   “Yes, that’s it,”  she replied. 

 As I am sitting here typing this MaryEllen is once again next to me.  “Mom, can I have some more holy water?  I mean…what’s this stuff called again?”

“The Strangest Thing” by John

November 27, 2006

Well, John wants in on this blog.  He has graciously allowed me to post the story that he wrote today.  He is going to send it into Nature Friend magazine.

The Strangest Thing

“Deer!” I cried.  I was 7 years old living in Virginia.  It wasn’t my first time seeing deer.  We lived in the shadows of Shenandoah National Park.   Anyway, Mom, Dad, and my brothers ran to the window.  It was rainy.  “That’s not a deer.  That’s a bobcat!”  Suddenly it stopped raining.  My dad went out there and threw fire crackers at him.  We later found our that it was a bobcat that had just eaten lunch.  He felt like a king.


That was a strange day, the only time we have ever seen a bobcat, except in the zoo.  They are not those tiny little cats crouched in the corner.  This one was about the size of a medium/large dog.  He actully looked at all of us in the window as if to say, “Oh, humans,” and then just walked off, taking his time.  Later I called down to the O.J. Rudicile store in Browntown, VA where the owner, Tom, knows everything.  He informed us that it sounded like the same bobcat that used to lounge around in so-an-so’s front yard.  It was a day that we won’t ever forget.

Fancy Ate a Mouse!

November 27, 2006

Actually, a statement like this is heard pretty frequently around here.  We have 3 outside cats (Fancy is one of them) and a barn.  We do feed the cats, but every other stray cat and opossum from county come to nibble on it.  So, lucky for our cats,  plenty of mice live around our barn. 

 Today’s exclamation was a bit different.  My eldest boy (10) and my eldest girl (3) came running in to tell me.  MaryEllen told me that they weren’t going to tell me that they were down by the barn.  I looked at John and told MaryEllen that she just had.  They are not really suppose to go down there without permission. 

John then proceeded to tell me every detail of the mouse (while I was eating, no less!). 

“I pointed out the liver and the heart and all the other parts to MaryEllen,” he said.  

Then Kevin, (who still has not finished his work) chimed in, “What color was the heart.” 

“A Bluish color,” answered John.

By this time my face was clearly showing the Mom-is-grossed-out-look. 

“Please, I’m eating,” I reminded them. 

 These children, as grossed out as Mom might be, are learning so much and loving it without even knowing it.  It makes me, once agian, so greatful for this land that we live on where they can run around and explore.  It also reminds me to pray to their Guardian Angels!  And to think, about an hour ago, I was contemplating that little Catholic school 8 miles away.  (Well, it wouldn’t be honest if I said the thought never crosses my mind, but not too often!)

 Update:  John just couldn’t contain himself any longer and had to show me the “mouse.”  By the time we got out there all that was left was the heart and liver down by the drainage ditch.  The heart was bright red.  John doesn’t know if it changed color in the air or if he was mistaking it for another body part. 

Finally, A Blog

November 27, 2006

Wow,  I cannot believe that I finally have a blog.  The first time the term ever crossed my ears was when my good friend Judy over at mentioned that she wanted a seminarian to start one.  Not wanting to look really stupid, I didn’t ask what it was.  Now, a few years later, there are many blogs that I enjoy on a regular basis. 

Sometimes as we walk around this beautiful land of ours where we live there are pictures that just beg to be taken and put on a blog.  One day there was a perfectly formed snake skin coiled around a branch of a pine tree.  I had never seen a skin like that before.  Also, it did NOT have round eyes, so I suspect it was a Copperhead, but those eye holes were so perfectly formed.  The thought occured to me that all my nature loving homeschool friends would love to see it.  But, sadly, I was not carrying the camera, nor did I have a blog.  I suspect now that this blog has been created, I might walk around with the digital camera all the time!

 Another reason to blog?  Sometimes there are funny and touching stories that I’ll write to a friend and wish that it could be shared with more.  That can be done now.  For example, one friend e-mailed me a letter that I had written her a few months prior about my son.  Perhaps it will make you smile…

Kevin was quite upset with me today because he didn’t want to do his math lesson. He ended up taking the entire day to get it done! Anyway, at one point, I suppose after I yelled a bit (me, yell?!) he wrote a note: “Mom use to be My Mother.  NOW she hates me.  She does not let me eat.  Its not fare to me, but its fare to her.   Nododey likes me except John.   He is the only one who likes me. ritin by Kevin Vogel my old mother now Kristin”

Here are two other little tid-bits…

The other day MaryEllen (age 3) could not find one of her sandles. She was talking a mile a minute. This is some of what I heard (read this very fast to keep up with her!), “I can not find my other sandle. I asked St. Anthony to come down and help me look for it, but he did not come. I have to help him to find it, but he will help me….” This morning MaryEllen asked who gave Charlotte to us. I replyed that God did. MaryEllen said, “But I didn’t see God when he brought her here.” 

There you have it…a small glimse into our lives.  I am looking forward to journaling here.  Hopefully you will enjoy reading it.