Graze Your Way to Healthy Snacking

I dance three times during the week and on Saturdays.  When I come home from school, I have only a short period of time to eat something, change into my dance clothes, get my hair into a bun, and get to dance.  I eat a lot of fruit, but sometimes that gets old.  And it’s hard to keep fresh fruit from going bad.  So, I also eat canned fruit, fruit cups, salads, and snacks like veggie chips.  Because I dance, I try to eat enough to get me through my classes until dinner time, but I also want to eat healthy foods that taste good.  My mom and I have tried a lot of different types of snacks for after school.  Some of them have been good and some of them not so much.  Then we discovered Graze.

Over 100 different types of snacks to choose from, delivered to my mailbox, once a week for $6.99 per week.  That’s a Graze Box!  The food my box is selected based on what I listed as my favorites when we signed up.  They asked me about different kinds of foods and what I like, love, or would like to try.  Then the people at Graze put together my box based on how I rated these foods, pretty much making sure that I always receive the foods I like.

It’s been about four weeks since we started receiving our Graze Boxes, and I think I’m going to like it.  I chose the sweet treat box, so each week I get four small squares of healthy snacks containing dry fruit, nuts, seeds, and granola.  They have a pretty creative mix of flavors and most everything that I’ve received so far tastes pretty good.  Some of it is better than good.  Their slogan is “don’t just snack,”. Go to and sign up to receive your healthy snacks today.


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March – In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lamb, But There’s So Much More To It Than That………………….

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There’s something about the last day of March that seems like it should be more important than it is.  For the last few years or so, I’ve used the end of March as a sign that things are about to change.  Today is March 31st, and even though the official first day of spring began on March 20th, you really know spring is here by the time April 1st rolls around.

March 1

Sunday, March 1, 2015 – 34° High, 26° Low, Mostly Cloudy

And once it’s April, that means that there are only two months of school left.  Two months and I will have made it through my first year of middle school, which I absolutely dreaded, as you may remember!  Once April is here, I’ll be able to look forward to blue skies and warmer temperatures and green grass and trees.  Dance recital, the end of the school year, and summer!  Sleeping in, no homework, and staying up late!  I can focus on my first year of summer dance classes at my new studio.  I can read more, which I don’t do as much as I’d like because of homework and being so busy during the school year.  I’m looking forward to it.  It’s been a long year for this 12 year old 6th grader and I’m kinda over it all by now.

March 31

Tuesday, March 31, 2015 – 85° High, 59° Low, Sunny

Just the thought of today being the last day of March puts me in a better mood.  The last day of March holds meaning for me.  It makes me happy and it reminds me that all things must change and all things (good and bad) must come to an end, just like the month of March.

Happy Pi Day!!!


Yesterday, during my Pre-Algebra class, which I just happened to be in during the 9:00 hour (more on that later), we celebrated Pi Day.  We brought sweet treats to share with the whole class.  The only catch is that whatever we brought had to be round, like a pie.  Pi Day is celebrated on March 14th (3/14) each year.  But, since March 14th is on a Saturday this year, we celebrated yesterday.  Pi (Greek letter “π”) is the symbol used in mathematics to represent a constant — the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter — which is approximately 3.14159.  Pi has been calculated to over one trillion digits beyond its decimal point.  Pi is an irrational and transcendental number, meaning it will continue infinitely without repetition or pattern.  Pi only uses a few digits when normally used in calculations; but the fact that it is infinite means that you can memorize it out to as many places past the decimal point as you like and continue to calculate more and more digits because you’ll never run out.  Yesterday we played Pi games and had a lot of fun!  Yes, a lot of fun calculating Pi in math class.  I know, right!  But, what makes Pi Day this year so interesting is this:  Pi is 3.14159265358 and on and on and on.  But, if you look closely, 3.1415 means March 14, 2015.  And furthermore, I was in math class at 9:26 a.m. yesterday, so that’s when we started our Pi celebration!  Neat, huh?  That only happens once every one hundred years!  I had such a good time at our Pi Day celebration on yesterday that it even made me forget how superstitious I am and yesterday being Friday the 13th didn’t even matter to me!

Learn more about Pi Day at these sites:
NBC News Science

Happy Pi Day!

6th Grade Blues

I had a bad day at school yesterday.  It wasn’t my first and I know it won’t be my last.  I spent all first semester getting used to middle school.  In all honesty, I’m not there yet – almost, but….not….quite….there….yet.  Anyway, it doesn’t help that when people in my class are talking the reading teacher sent the whole class out in the hall, where we stayed almost the entire class period.  I mean really, what purpose did that serve?  So, the kids who were talking in the classroom were now the kids who were talking in the hallway and all the rest of us who weren’t talking were punished by missing class and sitting in the hall while the teacher yelled at us.  I have the 6th grade blues!

Then there’s band – my favorite class.  Not!  Well, I am not the biggest fan of my teacher.  Let’s call him Mr. Band Teacher.  I don’t think he likes me very much.  My mom says that every kid who is having trouble in a class thinks the teacher doesn’t like them very much.  She did, however, go on to cite a few circumstances where it was actually true – with her teacher and my sister’s teacher and my brother’s teachers.  Notice his is teachers, plural.  So, why not me, I protested.  For example, my teacher has chair tests, where he gives us something to play on our instruments and then grades us and ranks us by how we did.  First chair is best in a section of instruments and so on.  We have these chair tests several times a week.  I get first chair in the clarinet section a lot, but I have also dropped to sixth or seventh, which I hate.  And I swear that sometimes when I make first chair, he doesn’t move me to first chair, but if I screw up that day, he makes sure I get my behind into that last chair.  I’ve seen him do this to other kids who play other instruments in different sections too.  When my mom called him on this, he said that sometimes it’s a chair test and sometimes it’s just an “assessment” and that I have been misunderstanding the difference.  You know what I say to that……bull hockey!!!

Well, yesterday, he did it again.  I got second chair this time and I played perfectly.  I practiced all weekend.  I practice that stupid clarinet every single night, as a matter of fact.  And back in December I started having a weekly lesson with a really good clarinet player in my brother’s high school band.  She’s first chair clarinet and drum major in the marching band.  She also made the state-wide honor band.  And what did Mr. Band Teacher do?  He gave first chair to a girl who squeaked on both “Go Tell Aunt Rhody” and “Michael Finnigan.”  I didn’t squeak!  My mom said that either he has a rationale behind what he is doing, some great teaching method or something, or else he is just being plain old unfair.  I vote for plain old unfair!!!  I have the 6th grade blues!

The kid who hasn’t brought his instrument to school in a week because it has been broken is still sitting in first chair.  He’s been sitting there through each and every chair test and he hasn’t been moved to last chair for not bringing his instrument to school.  Is that fair to the kids in his section who have their instruments?  I think not.  And yesterday, Mr. Band Teacher took my phone when I looked at it to check the time.  There’s no clock on the wall in our classroom.  He said that it didn’t matter what time it was and that I shouldn’t need to check the time.  My friend, who shall remain nameless, however, got in trouble earlier during class for being on Instagram.  Instagram!  And all he told her to do was to put her phone away.  And she’s the last chair in the clarinet section.  She’s always the last chair.  She hates band, doesn’t practice, and always gets in trouble.  It’s true; Mr. Band Teacher doesn’t like me.  Well, guess what, Mr. Band Teacher?  I don’t like you either!  My mom said that she will speak to him about all of this during parent teacher conference in the spring.  She said life wasn’t fair, blah, blah, blah.  She said that sometimes issues are too petty and incidents are too small to bring up and constantly be in somebody else’s face about.  She agreed that the guy is a jerk, but said this is a lesson in how not to treat others and what it is important to be fair.  She also said that I was learning a bigger life lesson – coping skills.  I don’t want to learn any coping skills.  I want Mr. Band Teacher to blow away and shrivel up like autumn leaves!  And I want what I earned, every single time I earn it, and that’s the position of first chair!  I have the 6th grade blues!

And then there was science, I made a “C” on my test.  I don’t like to make “C’s.”  That’s more my brother’s area of expertise than it is mine.  I studied, but apparently not well enough.  Sixth grade requires more time studying too.  And to top it all off, somebody accidentally hit me in the face with their lanyard yesterday and I slipped on the wet floor on the way to lunch and ripped my tights.  Good thing I listened to my mom and wore shorts under my dress, or my hiney would have been hanging out for the entire sixth grade to see.  I am half way through it and I can’t wait for this school year to be over with and for the 6th grade blues to go away.