Friday, May 31, 2013

Bird Seed Paper, Gummy Bears & More

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It is that time of year again when things get crazy hectic for us and we don't stop for months. With free movies at the theater, discounted days at one of the local public pools, summer fun with our local homeschooling group, camping, fair for 4-H & more, it is hard to stay on track some days with school work. Luckily we homeschooling and there are many learning opportunities in all that we do. We've even had some life experiences recently. In late May we had an electrical fire in our outside breaker box and then in early June we had a hot water tank leak. Needless to say, things are never dull around here!

A few weeks ago we made Bird Seed Paper from our Green Kids Crafts kit. We started by taking several sheets of scrap paper and ripping it up into smaller pieces. We then added the paper to our blender and filled it with water just above the paper, and blended it. After it was mixed we poured it into a 10 x 13 baking sheet that had water covering the bottom and sprinkled our bird seed (included in the kit) over the top. Yang then used her hands, for a second, to mix everything together. There was a small screen, about 5 x 7, included in our kit, that we dipped into the mixture. We then held it over the baking dish while the water drained out.

Blending water with shredded paper.
Straining the water through the screen.



Once the water had stopped pouring out we placed the screen on a folder dish towel, and then used another dish towel to squeeze out an excess water. We removed the screen and placed then 'paper' between a piece of felt to dry for 24 hours.














Summer Survival Collection




So a few weeks ago I posted this picture on our facebook page, and asked if anyone knew what we would be making. We had one good guess of Jello Gigglers. It was a close guess but we where actually making gummies. We bought a mold online and watched several videos on YouTube to find the perfect recipe. 



At the end of the summer last year we discovered a local spray park. We didn't get a chance to visit it last year but it has been a huge hit this year. Yang wakes each morning and ask how many lessons she has to do before we can go to the spray park. I love seeing this motivation in her as she has not complained once about having to do school. Now, to figure out how to keep that momentum going once the park closes at the end of summer. What keeps your kids inspired to do structured learning without complaining? 



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Friday, May 17, 2013

Erin by Monnette Pangan ~ GIVEAWAY



 

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It's Pub Day! 
Congratulations to Monette Pangan on the release of her children's book

SUMMARY:
It's great to be part of a large family but sometimes, when you're the smallest, it's not always fun.
Erin is a screamer! She is the youngest child in a large family and it’s the only way she knows to get herself heard. See what happens when the screaming no longer works and Erin decides it’s time to try something new!



AUTHOR BIO:
Born and raised in the Philippines, Monette Pangan came to the United States in October, 2009. In another lifetime, she was a dance teacher, a Literature teacher, and even a stuffed toy designer. But her passion for art and writing kept calling her back and after working with a design company, she went freelance full-time as an illustrator and is inching her way towards becoming a writer as well. She completed the course on writing for children and teens with The Institute of Children's Literature. She is a member of the SCBWI, loves children, dogs, musicals, poetry, and chocolate. She is married and has two sons. Her first children's book, Erin, is releasing in May, 2013.

Prize Pack:
To celebrate, Monette is offering one lucky winner a prize pack that includes a signed copy of Erin, $25 Amazon gift card, Book tote, Bearallina keychain, mini collage album, printables.


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Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Cassie Scot: ParaNormal Detective by Christine Amsden ~ YA Book Review



BLURB:

Cassie Scot is the ungifted daughter of powerful sorcerers, born between worlds but belonging to neither. At 21, all she wants is to find a place for herself, but earning a living as a private investigator in the shadow of her family’s reputation isn’t easy. When she is pulled into a paranormal investigation, and tempted by a powerful and handsome sorcerer, she will have to decide where she truly belongs.


BIO:
Award-winning author Christine Amsden has written stories since she was eight, always with a touch of the strange or unusual. She became a “serious” writer in 2003, after attending a boot camp with Orson Scott Card. She finished Touch of Fate shortly afterward, then penned The Immortality Virus, which won two awards. Expect many more titles by this up-and-coming author.





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Chapter 1 Excerpt:


My parents think the longer the name, the more powerful the sorcerer, so they named me Cassandra Morgan Ursula Margaret Scot. You can call me Cassie.

I’ve been called a lot of things in my life: normal, ordinary, and even a disappointment. After the Harry Potter books came out, a couple of people called me a squib. Since I haven’t read them, I have to assume it’s a compliment.
Personally, I prefer normal, which is why the sign on my office door reads: Cassie Scot, Normal Detective.
You have to understand that around here, when your last name is Scot, people are easily confused. Not only are my parents’ powerful practitioners, but I have six talented brothers and sisters. Plus, my family hasn’t always been known for its subtlety. When weird stuff happens around here, the people who are willing to believe in magic are prone to suspect the Scots.
The day I opened for business I got a call from an old woman who swore her cat was possessed by the devil. She also swore she’d read my web site, which clearly stated the types of work I did and did not do. Exorcisms were on the No list, and while I hadn’t specified pet exorcisms, I would have thought it was implicit.
After that auspicious beginning, things went downhill. It seemed people weren’t entirely convinced an associates’ degree and six months as a deputy with the local sheriff’s department was quite enough to fly solo. I did receive three calls from people asking me to cast spells to look for lost items, two from people in search of love potions, and two from a pair of neighbors who each wanted me to curse the other. I thought I’d hit bottom, when a ten-year-old boy wandered into my office one afternoon and asked me to help him summon Cthulhu.
It was a near thing, but I managed to rein in my sarcasm long enough to explain the difference between the real world and horror worlds created by early 20th century authors. He seemed more or less convinced until my brother, Nicolas, came in and started juggling fireballs. Kind of walked all over my point there. He’s a terrible showoff; thinks it helps him with women. For some reason, it does.
Sheriff David Adams, my old boss, stopped by once every couple of weeks to “check in on me” and offer me my old job back, but I always turned him down. It’s not that I disliked working for him. In fact, he was a great boss and a good person, albeit in a little over his head. Eagle Rock, Missouri and the surrounding areas have more than their fair share of strange and unexplained cases. I would even say that I took the job hoping to use my better-than-average knowledge of the paranormal to help protect the innocent, but in the end, those cases only served to remind me that despite my magical connections, I, too, was in over my head.
So I quit. I got my private license, rented an office, and installed a frosted-glass door like in the old movies, then I furnished it with the sort of busted up furniture that costs an arm and a leg to make look just right. The old wooden filing cabinets behind the desk and the office chairs in front came from estate sales, but I finished the desk myself. It was a beautiful piece of lacquered mahogany before my hammer and screwdriver got through with it. I did that just after the cat exorcism call. It was rather therapeutic.
By the door stood an old wooden hat and coat rack, while a nearby table held a coffee maker, compliments of my father. I don’t actually drink coffee, but Dad told me to have some for my customers, so I brewed a pot every morning while I waited for my tea to steep.
It was June seventh, a Monday. I’d spent six months in that office, going in to work at eight o’clock, breaking for lunch at noon, then going home at five. That day started like all the others. I updated my Facebook page to say that I was at work and feeling happy, though that last was a lie. I checked a few of my favorite blogs, posted a couple of comments that I’m sure were witty and insightful (though I suspect no one read them), and twittered that I’d just posted the comments to the blogs. After that, I picked up my kindle and buried myself in some mystery novel I’d already solved by page thirty seven.
When the door opened, I was sure it would be Sheriff Adams, in for his bi-weekly chat. As the months wore on with no sign of a client, it was becoming harder to politely turn him away. In recent weeks, my replies had become more blunt, bordering on rude. I’d really hoped he wouldn’t come around that day, on my half year anniversary, but just in case he did, I had come up with a story about a statewide convention I was sure would help me find work. The convention part was true–the certainty less so.
All I can say is, it was a good thing my parents were rich.
I lowered my kindle and raised my eyes to the door. The words, “Hi, Sheriff,” started to spill from my mouth when I realized it wasn’t the sheriff at all. It was Frank Lloyd, from Lloyd and Lyons, a man I knew more by name and reputation than anything else. My boyfriend had a summer internship with his firm, and a good friend of mine worked there as a receptionist. Lloyd and Lyons specialized in family law, especially divorces, and the gist of the reputation was that if your marriage was over, you’d better get to Frank Lloyd before your soon-to-be-ex did.
He looked impressive. His head nearly touched the top of the door frame, while his broad shoulders aimed for the sides. He wore an expensive dark gray suit that had been tailored to fit his athletic frame. His face was long and handsome, featuring deep, dark eyes and a wide, curving mouth that formed into a friendly smile. It was the sort of face that commanded trust.
Lightning flashed outside, brightening the room for the space of a few seconds, and I couldn’t help but smile. All the best stories started in a thunderstorm, didn’t they? I had no idea what the day would bring, but one thing was for certain–Frank Lloyd was not there to ask me to exorcise his cat.
He laid a long, black umbrella carefully against the wall near my coat rack, and strode confidently inside. “Hello, Ms. Scot.”
“Cassie, please.” I wound my way out from behind my desk and offered him my hand. He took it, his grip firm and self-assured.
“Cassie, I’m Frank Lloyd.” He released my hand but held my gaze as if he could take the measure of me by looking through them to my soul. Some practitioners can do that, actually, but I’ve never met one.
“Yes, I know.” I did not lower my eyes. Something told me that would be a sign of weakness. “What can I do for you?”
“I’ve got a small job for you, if you have the time.” It was very diplomatic of him to say it like that, since I’m sure he knew I had plenty of time.
“What’s the job?”
“Serving a subpoena,”
Ok, so it wasn’t sexy, but it was a job, and it had nothing whatsoever to do with magic–or so I thought. In any case, at that precise moment, I couldn’t have been more excited if he’d dropped some line out of a movie about someone trying to kill him.
“I can do that,” I said in a calm, measured tone. “Who am I serving?”
Frank broke eye contact and stepped around me to the desk, where he laid his black briefcase down and opened it. On top of a large sheaf of papers lay a plain white envelope with the name, “Belinda Hewitt” written on it in a long, slanted handwriting.
Hewitt was another name that many people in town associated with magic, though few were diplomatic where the Hewitts were concerned. Even my mom called them witches, and she normally wouldn’t call a woman a sorceress. (She thinks it’s sexist.)
Belinda was a gifted herbalist and an expert potion maker. A gift is, well, it’s a special power tied to the soul in such a way that it can be performed almost without thought, and it has a strong influence over the bearer’s personality. Most sorcerers possess a gift, as well some seemingly ordinary people, though in the latter case you can usually find magic in their family tree. Belinda’s gift was growing things, but to say she had a green thumb would be like saying a diva could sing. Belinda could grow things, anything, anywhere, and under conditions that would starve farmers out of business.
She sold a lot of her plants and herbs to local practitioners, though my parents refused to buy from her because of the other thing she liked to do–brew potions, especially love potions. At any given time, she would have two or three men under the influence of powerful love potions that made them hopelessly devoted to her. She would play with them for a few months or a few years, depending upon how interesting they were, and then cast them aside. She’d torn families apart.
It was mind magic. My dad liked to say that magic itself is never black; only the uses to which it is put, but mind magic is already tinted a deep, dark gray.
As far as I knew, though, Belinda had never been married, so I wasn’t sure what Frank Lloyd would want with her.
“Belinda Hewitt?” I raised an eyebrow at Frank in question.
“My firm is filing a class action lawsuit against her on behalf of a number of men who feel her love potions have caused them irreparable harm.”
“Gutsy move.” I approved. I whole-heartedly approved, but going head to head against a practitioner could be dangerous, to say the least. For the most part, they did what they wanted to do and suffered no interference, not from other practitioners and certainly not from the law.
I wasn’t entirely sure what Belinda would do to me if I showed up on her doorstep with a subpoena. Probably, nothing, since she’d have to answer to my parents for anything she did to me. That may even have been why Frank chose me, but I wasn’t too proud to take advantage of my connections when it suited me, as long as the job itself was normal.
“Belinda is going to curse you for this,” I said as I took the envelope from Frank.
He just smiled. “I appreciate your concern, but it’s about time the sorcerers living in our community learn they are not above the law.”
What a beautiful sentiment. I used to think that way, back when I’d first dreamed of becoming a cop. Fat chance, though. The sorcerers in our community owned this town, whatever most of the regular folks thought. Everyone else was tolerated, and that included me.
For a minute, I wondered if I should try to talk him out of it. As much as I loved the idea of putting an evil witch in her place, Belinda wasn’t someone to mess with. That either meant he didn’t believe in magic, didn’t understand it, or he had an ace up his sleeve.
I lifted my eyes to his and saw the confident, calculating expression there. He was still sizing me up, and in that moment I took the measure of him as well. He wasn’t insanely successful because he walked into anything blindly.
“You have an ace,” I said. It wasn’t a question.
Frank just smiled.
“I’ll run this over to Belinda’s this morning,” I said. “I’ll give you a call when it’s done.”
Frank reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. “If this works out, we may have some more work for you.”
I took the card from him, letting a genuine smile touch my lips. Lightning struck again and thunder rumbled. “Thank you.”
He packed up his briefcase and left without another word.
 





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My Review ~ 5 Stars

I gotta start out by saying WOW! Christine immediately captured me with Cassie's story and held me all the way to the end, leaving me yearning to find out what happens with Cassie and Ethan. Had I not been sick while I had been reading this book I could have easily read it in one sitting!

You immediately get sucked into Cassie's world. She is the oldest of 7 living in a small town full of scorers & witches. The town is aware that there is something magical about it but for the most part people keep hushed, turn the other cheek or just plain pretend it doesn't exist. Cassie's parents are well to do and she doesn't have to work or want for anything. For a time she worked for the sheriff, until she left to open her own paranormal detective agency. Now he stops by regularly to try and convince her to come back to work for him. Cassie left because she doesn't want to deal with the paranormal anymore. Everyone in her family has a special ability, all expect her.

Cassie is sitting in her office as she does everyday when a well known and successful lawyer walks in to offer her a very simple job - deliver a subpoena to a known herbalist & potion maker in the area. That is when things take a change right into the paranormal world. Cassie ends up reuniting with a long time friend that her family has always forbidden her to hangout with due to a family feud.

I loved watching the relationship evolve between Cassie & Ethan, and would have to say I was somewhat like a giddy teenager anticipating it to happen! I can not wait to see what becomes of Cassie and Evan, as well as the relationship with Cassie and her family/parents.