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The Lance Mackey Story

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Posted on 7th August 2010 by Mish in miscellaneous

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Anyone who knows me knows I’m a huge fan of the sport of mushing.
I fervently waited for my copy of Lance Mackey’s book, The Lance Mackey Story, to arrive at my door. When it did, I dove in and couldn’t stop reading.

Of course, as an avid fan of both the Iditarod and the Yukon Quest, I knew all about Lance Mackey’s 4 wins in the Quest and then 4 wins in the Iditarod. Not only did he win these two amazing races 4 times in a row each, in 2007 and 2008 he won both the Iditarod and the Quest back to back. The Yukon Quest takes place in February, the Iditarod, in March…with scarcely two weeks between the two.
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Lend a Hand – Rest in Peace Henry Granju

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Posted on 1st June 2010 by Mish in attachment parenting | miscellaneous

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As many of you know, Katie Allison Granju lost her son Henry yesterday. You can read all about his struggle with addiction and the horrible physical assault and overdose that occurred after. He was in the hospital for quite some time struggling with the neurological effects. Unfortunately he lapsed into a critical state and lost his battle. I have been a fan of Katie’s for quite some time and occasionally we chatted about being writing mothers online. I don’t know them well, but I feel like I do. Katie is pregnant with her 5th child and I hope, if you can, you will send something along to help with their medical bills in the wake of this awful tragedy. Also, take a look at the “Rest in Peace Henry Granju” page on Facebook – so many people loved this boy!

Click here to find out how to help. Thanks and may you all hug someone you love a little more often from now on, I know I will!

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Top 5 Urban Homesteading Blogs

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Posted on 12th May 2010 by Mish in miscellaneous

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What I love most about the Internet is the ability to peek into other people’s lives a little bit and see how they do things (as long as they’ve posted it and allowed us in). I don’t have to travel to California or New Zealand to see interesting homesteads and inspiring gardens.

Here are some of the interesting fences I’ve peeked over recently. Have one to add? Let me know!

  1. Viggie’s Veggies – A single woman on 1/10th of an acre homesteading and working full-time.
  2. Schell Urban Homestead – A family of four living a rural life in an urban setting. They’re allowed to have chickens! I’m jealous…
  3. A Suburban Farmer – Among other reasons, she got her broccoli to survive the winter!
  4. Hip Chick Digs – Not just for the awesome name. This chick digs and grows everything.
  5. Little Homestead in the City – The Dervaes Family website. Just awesome!

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Amish Grace: A Review

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Posted on 26th March 2010 by Mish in miscellaneous

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I have always been fascinated by the Amish. Truly, I am fascinated by anyone who has committed themselves completely to their religion. I am not that way. I have not committed myself to one religion. I am more of an “a la carte” girl, myself. although, as a girl, before deciding I wanted to have a lot of kids, I wanted to be a nun – go figure!There is something very, almost romantic to me about that kind of commitment. But at the same time, there was a time in my life when I tried very hard to be an atheist…and if you had asked me, I would have told you I was.

I never really believed that there wasn’t a God, but I couldn’t justify it – or rationalize it – as being true. For a long time, it seemed impossible to me to believe that there could be a God. For a variety of reasons, that’s changed for me now (and maybe someday I’ll go into them), but for right now, I have to tell you about this book “Amish Grace.”

What an amazing book.

Amish Grace is a story of forgiveness in the face of horrible tragedy. After the shooting in a Nickle Mines one-room Amish school house, where five little girls were executed and five more critically wounded, the Amish – and in particular the Amish families who were affected, forgave the shooter. What’s more, they not only forgave the shooter’s family – he left behind a wife and two children – after the news got out and the Amish were flooded with many letters and money, the Amish community shared the money with them, as they too were now without a provider.

Beyond the shooting, the book looks at forgiveness as being a whole part of being Amish. To be Amish is to forgive. It’s the first thing they do.

The most interesting part of this book is to hear the rare account of how difficult it can be to forgive – but you do it anyway because that’s what God wants from us. “We’re human too,” one Amish man said.

I’ve always idealized the Amish. I read another book about them a while back about a midwife who spent time delivering Amish babies – and they are the most stoic people.

“Amish Grace” though, was a wonderful, heart-wrenching incite into a culture that shies away from the spotlight, doesn’t proselytize their faith (they believe in illustrating their faith through good works rather than “mission” type work), and truly believes in living each day as it is given.

I am humbled by their strength and their resolve. And even if you aren’t humbled by them – this book is an interesting, well-written read and a peek into a culture we rarely see on CNN. Just reading it has helped me on my own journey to seek grace.

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A Birth Anthropologist…Baby #1.

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Posted on 10th February 2010 by Mish in attachment parenting | birth | miscellaneous | pregnancy

Perhaps. Perhaps I am a birth anthropologist. At least, that’s what the doctor who delivered my 7th baby called me. Why? Because each of my births has been unique…not all of them were fabulous, but they were all unique. Today, I’m writing about my first birthing experience – the one that sent me searching to find out what a midwife was and whether or not it was legal to use one!

My first birth was pretty normal by today’s “hideous hospital birth” standards. I was 19. I was married and eagerly looking forward to becoming a mother for the first time. My “care” providers were a group of 9 OB/GYNs who I rotated through for each appointment – rarely seeing each one more than once or twice. I had all of the tests and was very healthy and normal – easy when your 19. Of course, the day I went into labor, the one physician I really didn’t like was the one I got. Even though I had attended childbirth classes and had gotten a tour of the new-fangled birthing facilities at the hospital (where they were supposedly so into natural childbirth), I had no idea what to expect. After walking around for a few hours, I was told to lay down and be put on a monitor. I graciously complied. I was flat on my back and starting to get really uncomfortable. I had been pretty committed to a natural birth until this point, but pretty much thought that if it was going to get worse than I was feeling right now (I was starting to writhe around and whine quite a bit) then I would, quite simply, die.

I asked for the drugs. Oops! Too late – I was 10 cm. My writhing around was transition, but no one told me that of course, they were all too busy rushing in and out of the room.

I begged the nurses to let me sit up – my back was in excruciating pain. No, better to lay down they said. No, I’m pretty sure, I said, that I would feel better if I was sitting up. Nope. Lay down. Wanting to be the perfect patient – I complacently agreed, writhed around some more, and then learned how to push an 8lb. baby out complete with awful episiotomy and the woman doctor from hell poking her finger – well places I’d really rather not have people poke their finger.

After his birth I was left in the stirrups – no blanket, no nothing…bleeding and gross – joyous about my screaming baby and shaking and shivering uncontrollably. Not that anyone cared. They couldn’t find the right needle to sew me up. So after not warning me about the whole pushing me in the belly thing. Ick!

Fortunately, I was so in love with my new baby boy (Matthew) that I was able to endure the next two weeks of excruciating pain – having to sit on pillows, hardly able to walk and trying to figure out breastfeeding on my own…because the lactation consultant charged $70 an hour!

Not the best experience…but I knew better now and the birth of #2 was so different that I almost cried from the peacefulness of it all.

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“The 7-Lesson Schoolteacher”

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Posted on 8th February 2010 by Mish in homeschool | miscellaneous

This essay, by John Taylor Gatto, has inspired me to no end. I hope it will inspire you too!

The 7-Lesson Schoolteacher
by John Taylor Gatto
New Society Publishers, 1992

“Call me Mr. Gatto, please. Twenty-six years ago, having nothing
better to do at the time, I tried my hand at schoolteaching. The
license I hold certifies that I am an instructor of English language and
English literature, but that isn’t what I do at all. I don’t teach
English, I teach school — and I win awards doing it.

“Teaching means different things in different places, but seven
lessons are universally taught Harlem to Hollywood Hills. They
constitute a national curriculum you pay more for in more ways than you
can imagine, so you might as well know what it is. You are at liberty,
of course, to regard these lessons any way you like, but believe me when
I say I intend no irony in this presentation. These are the things I
teach, these are the things you pay me to teach. Make of them what you
will:

I.

“A lady named Kathy wrote this to me from Dubois, Indiana the other
day:

“”What big ideas are important to little kids? Well, the biggest
idea I think they need is that what they are learning isn’t
idiosyncratic — that this is some system to it all and it’s not just
raining down on them as they helplessly absorb. That’s the task, to
understand, to make coherent.”

“Kathy has it wrong. The first lesson I teach is confusion.
Everything I teach is out of context… I teach the unrelating of
everything. I teach disconnections. I teach too much: the orbiting of
planets, the law of large numbers, slavery, adjectives, architectural
drawing, dance, gymnasium, choral singing, assemblies, surprise guests,
fire drills, computer languages, parent’s nights, staff-development
days, pull-out programs, guidance with strangers you may never see
again, standardized tests, age-segregation unlike anything seen in the
outside world… what do any of these things have to do with each
other?

“Even in the best schools a close examination of curriculum and its
sequences turns up a lack of coherence, full of internal contradictions.
Fortunately the children have no words to define the panic and anger
they feel at constant violations of natural order and sequence fobbed
off on them as quality in education. The logic of the school-mind is
that it is better to leave school with a tool kit of superficial jargon
derived from economics, sociology, natural science and so on than to
leave with one genuine enthusiasm. But quality in education entails
learning about something in depth. Confusion is thrust upon kids by too
many strange adults, each working alone with only the thinnest
relationship with each other, pretending for the most part, to an
expertise they do not possess.

“Meaning, not disconnected facts, is what sane human beings seek,
and education is a set of codes for processing raw facts into meaning.
Behind the patchwork quilt of school sequences, and the school obsession
with facts and theories the age-old human search lies well concealed.
This is harder to see in elementary school where the hierarchy of school
experience seems to make better sense because the good-natured simple
relationship of “let’s do this” and “let’s do that now” is just assumed
to mean something and the clientele has not yet consciously discerned
how little substance is behind the play and pretense.

“Think of all the great natural sequences like learning to walk and
learning to talk, following the progression of light from sunrise to
sunset, witnessing the ancient procedures of a farm, a smithy, or a
shoemaker, watching your mother prepare a Thanksgiving feast — all of
the parts are in perfect harmony with each other, each action justifies
itself and illuminates the past and future. School sequences aren’t
like that, not inside a single class and not among the total menu of
daily classes. School sequences are crazy. There is no particular
reason for any of them, nothing that bears close scrutiny. Few teachers
would dare to teach the tools whereby dogmas of a school or a teacher
could be criticized since everything must be accepted. School subjects
are learned, if they can be learned, like children learn the catechism
or memorize the 39 articles of Anglicanism. I teach the un-relating of
everything, an infinite fragmentation the opposite of cohesion; what I
do is more related to television programming than to making a scheme of
order. In a world where home is only a ghost because both parents work
or because too many moves or too many job changes or too much ambition
or something else has left everybody too confused to stay in a family
relation I teach you how to accept confusion as your destiny. That’s
the first lesson I teach.
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Stop Buying Crap

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Posted on 20th July 2009 by Mish in miscellaneous

Just stop. I know, I know but it’s so tempting…even I am tempted occasionally to buy complete crap: like funky little plastic cups for the 4th of July, or cute little porcelain baby-faced statues, or another plate, or another bowl, or another pan.

Now, I’m not talking about the stuff you need. I bought some hangars and wasp and hornet spray over the weekend – and while I was tempted by other Wal-Mart crap I didn’t buy it.

Need a quick fix? Go shopping. Push the cart around your favorite store. Put a bunch of stuff you like in the cart. Push it up to the front of the store. Now leave it. Don’t go through the check out. All the fun of shopping and none of the spending.

Have trouble not purchasing? Don’t go out. Stay home. Watch TV. Clean out a closet – and discover lots of other cheap crap you did buy. Donate it to a thrift store so someone else can buy it. Read a book…one that you got from the library.

Homemade Pizza Night!

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Posted on 28th May 2009 by Mish in miscellaneous



Make your own pizza and make friends!

We are a pizza-eating family. We love it. If you can put it on a pizza – we will…in fact, we will put a lot of things on a pizza that some people have never heard of – like BBQ chicken and pork!

Pizza is the ultimate fast food in our culture. And while I will eat almost anything called a “pizza” – I won’t always like it. I also often have the feeling that I could have saved myself $20 if I had just put the extra effort into making pizza myself. The funny thing is, that making your own pizza doesn’t really take that much effort.
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Reversing Diabetes “Reports” and “Plans”

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Posted on 27th April 2009 by Mish in miscellaneous

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Get the first two chapters of Michelle’s new book, A Fine Mess: Living Simply With Children, for free! Michelle is the homeschooling mother of (almost ) 7 children and has lots of humor, tips and hints for living with so many for much less. Want to try it out for nothing? Just email Michelle and put “free chapters” in the subject line.

Otherwise entitled: Why don’t you just kill my kid?

During the month of September of 2008, I noticed that my 12 year old son, Alex, was looking a little thinner than usual. He’s always been very thin, so I chalked up the obvious weight loss to a new soccer season and his recent six inch height spike in less than three months.
After a week or so of soccer practices, Alex started taking a gallon milk just full of water to practice – and it was gone by the time I picked him up two hours later. It seemed odd to me, but not so off-the-wall odd that I thought he might be sick.

It wasn’t until one night when we were all sitting around the dining room table after dinner and I watched as Alex drank five full pint-size glasses of water while standing at the sink that I became really concerned. In the few days following, I noticed that Alex was exhausted after soccer, not just tired, but fall asleep in the car exhausted – even though our house was only a two minute drive from the field.

One day, Alex had to urinate so urgently that he made me pull the car over on our way up the hill to our house – he couldn’t wait another minute until we got home (luckily, we lived in a rural area then). I was very concerned and made an appointment to see the pediatrician. But then, that evening, it dawned on me – I’ll be he has diabetes. I just knew it. I’m not sure how. Something I had heard, or read just popped in my head.

I asked my husband to call his friend who has Type 1 diabetes and ask if we could use his meter to test Alex’s blood sugar the next morning. I knew from being pregnant so often – and from being a nursing assistant at one point in my life – that a normal blood sugar shouldn’t be higher than 140 or so. I made Alex fast all night. It was painful for him because he was starving. But he did it, and the next morning, after a 12 hour fast, his blood sugar was 276. Shockingly high for not having eaten at all.

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How To Be Kind…

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Posted on 16th April 2009 by Mish in miscellaneous

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I loved this article from Zen Habits author Leo Babauta. He writes about being kind, something I have worked at being for a long time. Being purposely kind, I must admit, has been hard for me in the past. I did not grow up or live around people who were kind (except for my mother). In fact, in my younger world, it was always more acceptable to say or do the “mean” thing – and to try and tear other people apart. I think this was more a self-defense mechanism or a way to put aside insecurities, but whatever the cause, I have worked hard in my adult life to be kind and to teach my children compassion and kindness for others…even in the face of unkindness by others.
I try and do this with simple things, like letting someone ahead of me in line; allowing another driver to get into a traffic lane; letting pedestrians cross the street safely; picking up trash in my neighborhood – that kind of thing. I hope that my children will be purposely kind too – and will travel an easier path than I did. I have often told them things like, “if you are going to lend someone, particularly a friend, money, don’t expect it back – only lend what you can afford to give.”

My example was one time I borrowed $10 from a friend at a store. I didn’t need the $10. It was for an item at a thrift store that was a really good deal and she insisted I go ahead and purchase it “on her.” In fact, she went so far as to say not to bother giving it back – as I had babysat her child a number of times without asking for anything in return. Imagine my surprise when at a little league game a number of days later she made fun of me in front of a group of people for buying my kids cookies at the concession stand when I still owed her from a week before. I was embarrassed – and honestly, on the verge of tears. I not only wouldn’t have ever thought about the $10 again, I wouldn’t have mocked a person in front of others!
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