My name is Karyl F. Stein and this is my website--a place to collect artifacts related to my family and interests. Family and friends may enjoy the journal entries. Perhaps some will wonder how I prepared a certain meal and look up the recipe. Searches for technical setup or configuration help may lead to one of my articles. Others may wonder how they got to this site and quickly run away! Whatever your reason for being here you are welcome and I hope that you find something interesting or useful within these pages.
This was written for the kids to get them to eat broccoli.
(To the tune of the chorus in "Born This Way" by Lady Gaga)
What’s green and shaped like a tree
And fills our mouths up with glee?
It is that awesome veggie
We call bro-cco-li!
We eat it up for a snack,
We eat it up at our lunch.
We eat it all the time
‘Cuz we love it a bunch!
Grab that broccoli off the shelf
This is good for my own health
Baby we just eat that way!
Pop it in and chew it up
Blend and pour it in a cup
Baby we just eat that way!
A month or so ago I had a run-in with a toilet that left a small yet deep gash on my wrist. This topic came up during our large family Christmas gathering last night and of course I was obligated to show off the still obvious wound. (My cousin easily trumped it, though, with his missing fingernail due to doctors having to remove it after a run-in with a wood chipper broke the tip of one of his finger bones. Ouch!)
Today, as the kids and I drove home from church, I guess last evening’s dinner conversations were still fresh as Ann asks me if my cut will ever heal. I tell her that it’s probably a permanent scar. “So,” she says, “when you’re playing BINGO in the nursing home, they’ll be like…”
(Ok, wait—nursing home? I’m about to break in and ask her about that, but she’s on a roll.)
Ann wasn’t happy with the way William and I were haphazardly placing ornaments on the tree, so she took them all off and had us organize them into distinct groups: snowflakes, angels/Santas, colored balls, stars, hearts, snowmen, animals, etc. (The Nativity scene is always hers to place as the angel on top is mine.) Then she and William took turns placing rows on the tree based on the groups. She is quite the organizer, planner, and coordinator! Anyway, if you look closely at the picture, you may notice that all the snowflakes are at the top, followed by the colored balls, then angels/Santas, and so on. It seemed like an odd way to do things to me, but it turned out great. Afterward, William sat on the couch and made Ann sit on him over and over with much shrieking and laughter. Hey, what’s more entertaining than...a couch?!?
Part I: Going With the Flow
Three weeks ago my dad emailed me and asked if we were free the next weekend for a visit. This was exciting because my parents live in Colorado and the kids and I don’t get to see them in person that often. Our last visit was in Colorado during “spring” break of 2009. (I say spring in quotes because it ended up hailing and snowing there the last two days and we barely made it out before the airport shut down, but that’s another story.)
[Ed.: for those that are confused thinking that my parents live in Michigan, understand that I have a couple sets of parents—my mom and step-dad in Michigan and my dad and step-mom in Colorado. I just don’t usually use the “step” moniker as to me they’re all my parents.]
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