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Home Sweet Home

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As a kid I used to love The Little House storybook. I loved the illustrations best because, although it has a happy ending, the story made me sad. I now realize my hometown of Corona, California, is exactly like The Little House. The homes from the 1900s, when Corona’s main business was citrus, now have gas stations or yoga studios as neighbors.

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I know business is progress, I just think a Craftsman house from 1910 is too good to have a mini mart across the street.

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New Math

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I didn’t like math or science in school. You have X and Y, but if you do everything right, Z tends to happen. I guess I didn’t think like that. Still don’t. But at least there is a right and a wrong answer. Most things aren’t that cut and dry.

Take politics. Just because I’m a registered Republican doesn’t mean I have to like everything they do. Or even the president (no comment) for that matter.

I’m so sick of watching the news. More and more it’s like you vs. me, with neither side willing to consider the other.

 
Like I said, most things aren’t black and white. We should leave that to scientists and mathematicians.

Mmmm!

A warning: due to descriptions that might make you want to lose your lunch, proceed with caution when reading this post.

I’m kidding, but by the way it looks, I would never be brave enough to try it either. Friday nights are our “wing-it nights” for dinner. “What do you feel like?” Mom or Dad asks at about 3:30 or 3:45 (no joke). I was on a Mexican pizza from Taco Bell kick for a while. With a Lean Cuisine night from time to time (to offset the Taco Bell—I felt guilty).

Two words changed all of that: GLUTEN FREE! Friday nights are still wing-it nights. But instead of Taco Bell it’s Pieology. On the gluten-free crust. Pineapple pizza. No Canadian bacon. Just pineapple. More than one time the kid at the register has tried to get Canadian bacon too, afraid that one of my parents forgot to mention it.

Back home I enjoy my only-pineapple pizza, the juice mixing with the pizza sauce, making a liquid mess. Oh, yeah, by this time my pizza is room temperature. Mmmm!

Another wing-it favorite is pancakes. Gluten-free pancakes. Bisquick makes a mix that tastes exactly like regular pancakes. Even the texture, with most gluten-free foods having a mushy texture (I guess it’s the gluten that binds everything together). If you blindfolded me I couldn’t tell the two pancakes apart.

And what goes best with pancakes? Okay, two things. Syrup, yes, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I’m talking about scrambled eggs! I’m particular about them. Eggs must be runny, or at least runnyish. Now comes the syrup. It’s pure maple syrup; who knew even Aunt Jemima had gluten? Therefore pure maple syrup is the other option. It’s almost liquid, with a maple flavor.

First, the syrup doesn’t just go on my pancakes. Eggs, too. I’m sorry if some people have urpy stomachs. I eat, Mom or Dad refilling the syrup pitcher at least once (the pancakes sure sop up syrup!).

Then, I’m pretty much done, except for a few pancake crumbs and some stray eggs. By now, they are literally bathing in syrup! That’s how they are best, ingredients in what I refer to as “sludge.” They are all scooped together in one bite. If I’m lucky, two. It’s my favorite part of pancakes!

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This is too appetizing for me but Google doesn’t have any images for “sludge” associated with pancakes and scrambled eggs.

It’s true that a lot of gluten-free things are less than appetizing, but if all I could be served was lukewarm pineapple pizza and soggy sludge, I’d be fine.

The Good And The Bad Of It

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I remember life without the internet and it was so simple. Almost quaint. I had a few pen pals and it was so much fun to shop for stationary and pens. Told you quaint!

But I don’t what I would do without the internet. Just ask my parents: it goes out and I go into crisis mode. Almost in a panic. I have no idea why, at the most it’s out for fifteen minutes.

But for something we all depend on, there is a dark, often dangerous, especially for kids, atmosphere to the internet. Think about hackers, cyberbullies, predators, and the like. I will be nervous for my nieces and nephews, imagining all they could be exposed to.

I found a website that is nothing like a lot of websites that report the bad news of the world. Liftable is a Christian website with dozens of news stories that will put you in a good mood.

I subscribe to their newsletter on Facebook and when I see an especially inspirational story, of course I need to share it.

Like most everything, the internet has it’s good points and bad—you just definitely need to know where to look. And where not to.

Not Even a Novice

I enjoy games like Sudoku and Scrabble—games where you need to use your smarts. I have the apps on my iPad, so if I have a few minutes with nothing to do….

A game I’d wanted to learn was chess. I had no idea, but Mom had wanted to learn too. Currently, that’s what we’re trying to do. She is definitely better than me, but we are both neophytes. We play after dinner, when I am in bed just watching TV before I go to sleep on the app Chess.com. That way, we can play each other as friends.

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We definitely have more to learn, me especially.

But if you want to learn, I recommend start with the app ChessKids. It’s literally teaching chess to kids. It’s in layman’s terms and starts with the very basics; what the pieces are, for example.

It feels ironic giving advice, but I guess if I’ve inspired you, we can learn together.

Halloween Is For Kids

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There are two things that fall is known for. The first is today; rather, tonight. As a kid, Halloween was so much fun. We, or Dad, made our costumes from the American Girl magazine costume ideas. Just this morning he was complaining what a pain it was and I told him to quit playing coy—he knows he loved every minute of it.

But a fun holiday for kids—with Casper the Friendly Ghost and little boys dressed as Superman—turned ghoulish when adults started celebrating as much or more than kids. Now instead of ghosts and goblins you have zombies and gore. My mom likes those baking challenges on Food Network. I tried watching the Halloween one, but the channel was quickly changed. Typical of the holiday these days, the amount of blood and guts rivaled that of an operating room!

I remember being on candy patrol when I got too old to go trick-or-treating. Seeing the teenagers begging for candy was my Halloween pet peeve, but I didn’t dare not give them candy—they could have taken me on!

I guess what I’m saying is, if you’re old enough to trick-or-treat by yourself, you’re too old to celebrate Halloween.