<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:49:27.502-08:00</updated><category term='illness'/><category term='recipies'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Grandma'/><category term='train set'/><category term='being a mom'/><category term='art'/><category term='Pampered Chef'/><category term='Family fun'/><category term='Astros'/><category term='prizes'/><category term='job'/><category term='personality'/><category term='splurging'/><category term='being busy'/><category term='Grandpa'/><category term='Camera'/><category term='baking'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Houston vacation'/><category term='Reading Conference'/><category term='picnic'/><category term='Grandma Blair'/><category term='Fall Fest'/><category term='changes'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='Hulk costume'/><category term='accidents'/><category term='Profoundly Seth'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='beginning of school'/><category term='chair'/><category term='video games'/><category term='sick kids'/><category term='Legos'/><category term='Pay It Forward contest'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Hurricane Ike'/><category term='Fire station'/><category term='Wii'/><category term='college'/><category term='Pineapple Upside Down Cake'/><category term='Recognized rating'/><category term='wasting time'/><category term='field trips'/><category term='school'/><category term='Salazar'/><category term='A.R.'/><category term='funny sayings'/><category term='Aransas pass aquatic center'/><category term='websites'/><category term='church'/><category term='Elice'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='lite brite'/><category term='Hurricanes'/><category term='sick'/><category term='fun'/><category term='setting up my classroom'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='kickball'/><category term='Tooth Fairy'/><category term='Dressing up'/><category term='kindergarten'/><category term='Bloomington'/><category term='winner'/><category term='Pirate costume'/><category term='Bible Drill'/><category term='Tina'/><category term='road trip'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='Wall*E'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='first day of work'/><category term='Aunt Celle'/><category term='Elizabeth'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Grandma Silly'/><category term='Ice skating'/><category term='new furniture'/><category term='Elaine'/><category term='museum'/><category term='Key lime cake'/><category term='random thought'/><category term='couch'/><category term='Soccer'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Las Vegas'/><category term='survey'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='Crystal'/><category term='internet'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Ron White'/><category term='swimmming'/><category term='Nana Mary'/><category term='Classroom pictures'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='recommendations'/><category term='friends'/><category term='baptism'/><category term='Houston'/><category term='meme'/><category term='children'/><category term='decorations'/><category term='HSM on Ice'/><category term='summer vacation'/><category term='Jimmy'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Fun Trackers'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='EnDyn'/><category term='September 11'/><category term='party'/><category term='goals'/><category term='music'/><category term='Jules'/><category term='blog'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='gingerbread house'/><category term='Fourth of July'/><category term='scrapbooking'/><category term='messes'/><category term='Lone Star Challenge'/><category term='Cindi'/><category term='Ovarian Cancer Awareness Month'/><category term='rabbits'/><category term='awards'/><category term='Teacher of the year'/><category term='year in pictures'/><category term='First day of school'/><category term='science fair'/><category term='Meagan'/><category term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Teacher Mom</title><subtitle type='html'>Yes, I'm busy; No, I do NOT get paid for the summer; Yes, I really do love my job</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-7078449647716234394</id><published>2011-12-27T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T10:50:45.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>What I did on my Thanksgiving Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nRIeX0jFobc/TvoP-LvYJLI/AAAAAAAAAs8/aYMqJ2Fo4Hg/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nRIeX0jFobc/TvoP-LvYJLI/AAAAAAAAAs8/aYMqJ2Fo4Hg/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ev7kKxY-oI/TvoQTF_YrQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ERNcr0uACSk/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ev7kKxY-oI/TvoQTF_YrQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ERNcr0uACSk/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSXHoJij_fU/TvoQk6CnpsI/AAAAAAAAAtM/aFxkOVfzqj4/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSXHoJij_fU/TvoQk6CnpsI/AAAAAAAAAtM/aFxkOVfzqj4/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jimmy, my mom, and I went to Dallas to see the Cowboys play against the Miami Dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than it being really cold, we had a GREAT time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stadium is beautiful and the Jumbotron screen is ENORMOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the Dolphins lost in the last minute of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive to and from Dallas wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be and we even did some Christmas shopping on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-7078449647716234394?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/7078449647716234394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=7078449647716234394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7078449647716234394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7078449647716234394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-i-did-on-my-thanksgiving-vacation.html' title='What I did on my Thanksgiving Vacation'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nRIeX0jFobc/TvoP-LvYJLI/AAAAAAAAAs8/aYMqJ2Fo4Hg/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-5451909954949253540</id><published>2011-12-22T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T18:07:23.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I found this Chrismas survey on one of my new favorite blogs &lt;a href="http://www.ateenytinyteacher.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Teeny Tiny Teacher&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I love to read about her adventures with her class.&amp;nbsp; I admire her enthusiasm!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Wrapping paper for most things - isn't that kids enjoy the most - ripping the paper off??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;I do use some bags - but mostly ones I am recycling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Real tree or artificial?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had an artificial tree for the last nine or ten years.&amp;nbsp; However, two strands of lights are refusing to work so I have no idea what we will do next year.&amp;nbsp; A new artificial tree seems so expensive until you compare it to what a real tree costs each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; font-size: medium; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. When do you put up the tree?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;We usually put it up sometime during Thanksgiving weekend.&amp;nbsp; My husband assembles the tree and I fluff the branches and then the kids do all of the ornaments (except for a few old, breakable ones).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;I am really excited to say that Jules, our 1 year old lab, has done REALLY well&amp;nbsp;with leaving the tree alone.&amp;nbsp; (But now I have totally jinxed myself I know it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. When do you take the tree down?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I don't have a set date&amp;nbsp;but usually not too long after Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I like to have&amp;nbsp;all the Christmas decorations down and put away before going&amp;nbsp;back to school but we go back really early this year so I&amp;nbsp;don't know!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;One year I actually took it down Christmas night after everyone else was asleep!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; font-size: medium; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Do you like eggnog?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;NO! I am not an egg person at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; font-size: medium; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Hmmm . . . I am not sure.&amp;nbsp; Cabbage patch dolls, a bike, and a walkman are all in the running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do you have a nativity scene?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my mom bought me one last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Hardest person to buy for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #353535; font-size: medium;"&gt;My husband!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Easiest person to buy for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;My kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Mail, even though I usually don't send them.&amp;nbsp; I would NEVER send them via e-mail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Probably clothes that don't fit.&amp;nbsp; Please don't try to flatter my by buying something smaller than my actual size.&amp;nbsp; Actually, please just don't buy me clothes at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Favorite Christmas movie?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am not much of a movie watcher and I probably haven't seen most of the "classics."&amp;nbsp; I do love the Charlie Brown Christmas special and the old Rudolph, where the elf wants to be a dentist.&amp;nbsp; I also really like Prep and Landing which came out a few years ago.&amp;nbsp; And yes, I realize those are cartoons and not movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;It just depends but usually in October/November.&amp;nbsp; I don't buy all year because people's wants/likes change.&amp;nbsp; I do try to tuck away money starting in September though that way I am ready to buy gifts when the time comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Ever recycled a present?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I'll never tell.&amp;nbsp; (But I'm nodding my head yes ok??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Of course I love Christmas dinner and all that comes with it but my absolute FAVORITE food at Christmas are&amp;nbsp;gingerbread men&amp;nbsp;made with my friend's&amp;nbsp;recipie - to die for!&amp;nbsp; (Oh, and they are NOT iced.&amp;nbsp; They have red hot decorations!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #353535; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Clear lights or colored lights on a tree?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Colored!&amp;nbsp; I hate the hospital/security look&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;clear lights.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #353535; font-size: medium;"&gt;Silent Night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #353535; font-size: medium;"&gt;There's A&amp;nbsp;New Kid in Town - George Strait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay at home?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;We stay home.&amp;nbsp; We are lucky to live in the same town as both my parents and my in-laws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Yes, but I have to sing the song to remember them all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Angel or star on top of the tree?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We have a star that I don't love but I'm not looking very hard for a replacement either! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Open the presents on Christmas Eve or Christmas morning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;As a kid, we always opened gifts from my parents on Christmas Eve and then Santa came over night and left his gifts under the tree unwrapped.&amp;nbsp; None of my friends did it this way so I knew my husband and I were meant for each other when I learned that his family did it the same way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Ummm . . .&amp;nbsp; I hate that it isn't always cold for Christmas where I live in South Texas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I also hate how I always felt that everyone else did Christmas better/had more fun/etc. but I have decided to let go of that and just do it the way *I* want to do it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Favorite ornament, theme, or color?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a tree with all types of ornaments on it.&amp;nbsp; I love the ornaments that my husband and I made as kids and the ones my kids bring home each year from school.&amp;nbsp; My tree is a real mix of everything.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up my friend had&amp;nbsp;a cowboy tree that was adorable but it was like out of a showroom.&amp;nbsp; I like the more homey feel of our tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. What do you want for Christmas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #353535; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;An iPhone - but I will be waiting until February to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-5451909954949253540?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/5451909954949253540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=5451909954949253540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/5451909954949253540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/5451909954949253540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-survey.html' title='A Christmas Survey'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-4151655424791863010</id><published>2011-07-06T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T07:41:49.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Corpus Christi Science and History Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAWtWb6wqgM/ThRyzyQowMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/sjLlSYdWtDs/s1600/048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAWtWb6wqgM/ThRyzyQowMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/sjLlSYdWtDs/s320/048.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KcntoQP-s0/ThRxmG53WHI/AAAAAAAAAso/e6aonUx8HFk/s1600/021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KcntoQP-s0/ThRxmG53WHI/AAAAAAAAAso/e6aonUx8HFk/s1600/021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8caRT4lHr8A/ThRzB6pekzI/AAAAAAAAAs0/bYGe8idB-Uw/s1600/038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8caRT4lHr8A/ThRzB6pekzI/AAAAAAAAAs0/bYGe8idB-Uw/s320/038.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXK2-VL_Mf4/ThRx_HW28uI/AAAAAAAAAss/IAIYoafXH4U/s1600/027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXK2-VL_Mf4/ThRx_HW28uI/AAAAAAAAAss/IAIYoafXH4U/s320/027.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I had to drop some work off at the college and buy my book for Summer Session II so the kids went with me.&amp;nbsp; I think it is important for them to see where I spend so much extra time right now.&amp;nbsp; They know I am going to college but I don't think either one of them realized what the college looked like or exactly how big it was.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After we ran my errands I took the kids to the museum.&amp;nbsp; I think they really enjoyed it.&amp;nbsp; They especially liked looking at all of the rocks from around Texas.&amp;nbsp; They were creeped out by the boa constrictor skin and unimpressed by the replica ships of Christopher Columbus.&amp;nbsp; (So was I for the record.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope that we can do a few more day trips to Corpus this summer to explore some more of what it has to offer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-4151655424791863010?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/4151655424791863010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=4151655424791863010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4151655424791863010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4151655424791863010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_06.html' title='Corpus Christi Science and History Museum'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAWtWb6wqgM/ThRyzyQowMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/sjLlSYdWtDs/s72-c/048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-2411878948899711254</id><published>2011-07-06T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T07:27:54.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Run for your lives!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PSZSwPWb_1E/ThRwmTqQJnI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0z6ua-ab5XQ/s1600/G+M+Vampire+teeth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PSZSwPWb_1E/ThRwmTqQJnI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0z6ua-ab5XQ/s320/G+M+Vampire+teeth.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A couple of weekends ago we took the kids to Corpus to do some shopping and spend some time together as a family.&amp;nbsp; We went to GattiTown and these vampire teeth were some of the prizes Garrett bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be afraid, be very afraid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-2411878948899711254?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/2411878948899711254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=2411878948899711254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/2411878948899711254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/2411878948899711254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2011/07/run-for-your-lives.html' title='Run for your lives!!'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PSZSwPWb_1E/ThRwmTqQJnI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0z6ua-ab5XQ/s72-c/G+M+Vampire+teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-8517847900336822825</id><published>2011-07-06T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T07:25:05.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kickball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><title type='text'>2011 All Stars Opening Ceremonies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jik5WuubHLk/ThRv22a2gvI/AAAAAAAAAsg/_UhqtuQ85UQ/s1600/012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jik5WuubHLk/ThRv22a2gvI/AAAAAAAAAsg/_UhqtuQ85UQ/s320/012.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This past weekend our team competed in the 2011 All Star tournament that was held in Calallen.&amp;nbsp; We are so proud of our girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-8517847900336822825?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/8517847900336822825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=8517847900336822825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8517847900336822825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8517847900336822825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='2011 All Stars Opening Ceremonies'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jik5WuubHLk/ThRv22a2gvI/AAAAAAAAAsg/_UhqtuQ85UQ/s72-c/012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-3917410550050611687</id><published>2011-01-03T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T03:54:51.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><title type='text'>Hi ho, Hi ho, it's off to work I go</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day back to work after two weeks of vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacations during the school year are great but boy, it's tough to get up at 5:00 a.m. after sleeping late for two weeks.&amp;nbsp; And by late, I only mean until&amp;nbsp; 8:30 or so.&amp;nbsp; 8:30 seems really early until you compare it to 5:00 a.m.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to go back to work and see all of my friends, just like&amp;nbsp;a kid I guess.&amp;nbsp; However, I'm feeling guilty that I didn't go to school during my break to get my room organized and ready for the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of testing to finish up and then I need to get back on a regular schedule.&amp;nbsp; It is amazing how much more productive I feel when I am on a regular schedule.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-3917410550050611687?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/3917410550050611687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=3917410550050611687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3917410550050611687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3917410550050611687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-ho-hi-ho-its-off-to-work-i-go.html' title='Hi ho, Hi ho, it&apos;s off to work I go'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-8214821139033371939</id><published>2011-01-02T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T10:41:41.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>All ready for church</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TSC6K1w8HhI/AAAAAAAAAsI/rtt_YGEfmIo/s1600/100_0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TSC6K1w8HhI/AAAAAAAAAsI/rtt_YGEfmIo/s320/100_0026.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TSDEDg_KViI/AAAAAAAAAsM/YgUl0Exf5Fs/s1600/100_0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TSDEDg_KViI/AAAAAAAAAsM/YgUl0Exf5Fs/s320/100_0028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TSDF_TzWCPI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/NfHNQ9HQXeI/s1600/100_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TSDF_TzWCPI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/NfHNQ9HQXeI/s320/100_0031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I look at pictures like these and I wonder where did the time go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-8214821139033371939?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/8214821139033371939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=8214821139033371939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8214821139033371939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8214821139033371939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-ready-for-church.html' title='All ready for church'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TSC6K1w8HhI/AAAAAAAAAsI/rtt_YGEfmIo/s72-c/100_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-4339823930158010516</id><published>2011-01-01T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T07:52:42.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>I'm already off to a better start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TR9LdrsWwkI/AAAAAAAAAr4/nRyssc4pRkU/s1600/100_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TR9LdrsWwkI/AAAAAAAAAr4/nRyssc4pRkU/s320/100_0006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Garrett got a motorized crane from Santa, along with a stocking full of goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TR9MBM1pDvI/AAAAAAAAAr8/QUXcQ920b1w/s1600/100_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TR9MBM1pDvI/AAAAAAAAAr8/QUXcQ920b1w/s320/100_0007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Meagan got an iPod Touch from Santa, along with a stocking full of goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TR9Md2p1aKI/AAAAAAAAAsA/sIrlwGA7J-Q/s1600/100_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TR9Md2p1aKI/AAAAAAAAAsA/sIrlwGA7J-Q/s320/100_0017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Jules, our new family member.&amp;nbsp; She, too, received a stocking full of goodies from Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your Christmas?&amp;nbsp; What did Santa bring you or put into your stocking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-4339823930158010516?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/4339823930158010516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=4339823930158010516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4339823930158010516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4339823930158010516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-already-off-to-better-start.html' title='I&apos;m already off to a better start'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TR9LdrsWwkI/AAAAAAAAAr4/nRyssc4pRkU/s72-c/100_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-615059430230912571</id><published>2010-12-31T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T07:52:02.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a slow year for pictures . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TR35bEoUi5I/AAAAAAAAArs/Y12zD9v6wYI/s1600/100_0397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TR35bEoUi5I/AAAAAAAAArs/Y12zD9v6wYI/s320/100_0397.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the house we bought.&amp;nbsp; It is 3 bedroom, 2 baths, 1500 square feet with a&amp;nbsp;one car garage and a&amp;nbsp;carport.&amp;nbsp; We painted almost every room in it and have plans to do lots more.&amp;nbsp; It also has an effieciency apartment in the back that we eventually want to remodel and make into a game room/family room of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TR36Uh6kr4I/AAAAAAAAArw/_9sATraVsnE/s1600/251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TR36Uh6kr4I/AAAAAAAAArw/_9sATraVsnE/s320/251.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are the kids at Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully 2011 will be a better year for pictures since I got a new Kodak camera that I love already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-615059430230912571?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/615059430230912571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=615059430230912571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/615059430230912571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/615059430230912571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-was-slow-year-for-pictures.html' title='It was a slow year for pictures . . .'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TR35bEoUi5I/AAAAAAAAArs/Y12zD9v6wYI/s72-c/100_0397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-4171213483970140200</id><published>2010-12-30T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T09:53:20.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010: Year in Review</title><content type='html'>I've done this survey &lt;a href="http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To me it's a lot of fun to see what other people have written and to look back at what I wrote in previous years.&amp;nbsp; Thanks &lt;a href="http://sundrymourning.com/"&gt;Linda&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2010 that you’d never done before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on to your seats because there is a lot to this one:&lt;br /&gt;Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;Got a dog&lt;br /&gt;Dealt with the medical community like never before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t make resolutions last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I am resolving to not procrastinate about specific things:&amp;nbsp; classwork for my graduate classes, doing laundry,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;cleaning the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to get all of my pictures backed up into an organized system and finally print some of them!&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece and a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. My father passed away in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2011 that you lacked in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom from debt. We would like to remodel/fix up lots of our house but I feel like I can’t put money into that with other bills to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What dates from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 25, May 31, June 3, June 8 - all relating to my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying our first home, celebrating our 14th anniversary. I would like to tell everyone who said we wouldn’t make it - Look at us now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juggling time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the usual bills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What did you get really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying our house &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What song will always remind you of 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California Gurls by Katy Perry because of kickball&lt;br /&gt;Taps for my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;– happier or sadder? Ehh, it depends on the day&lt;br /&gt;– thinner or fatter? fatter &lt;br /&gt;– richer or poorer? Poorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you wish you’d done more of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken care of myself - exercised, cooked instead of eating out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you wish you’d done less of? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How did you spend Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally different this year - Christmas Eve at our house and Christmas Day at the in-laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many! Bones, House, Grey’s Anatomy, The Big Bang Theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What were your favorite books of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half Baked by Alexa Stevenson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What was your favorite music from this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Like Crazy&lt;br /&gt;The House that Built Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What were your favorite films of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy A, How to Train Your Dragon, Percy Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a terrible day and I turned 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I had taken care of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever was clean and fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindless games on Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do anything, if you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect is earned by the life you live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-4171213483970140200?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/4171213483970140200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=4171213483970140200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4171213483970140200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4171213483970140200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-year-in-review.html' title='2010: Year in Review'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-3872196079701147070</id><published>2010-08-08T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T08:18:14.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TF7KZS3JoQI/AAAAAAAAArU/BxaorkNPCmo/s1600/Mom+and+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503058330602021122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TF7KZS3JoQI/AAAAAAAAArU/BxaorkNPCmo/s400/Mom+and+dad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenny Moore Dixon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;October 12, 1949 - June 3, 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-3872196079701147070?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/3872196079701147070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=3872196079701147070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3872196079701147070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3872196079701147070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/TF7KZS3JoQI/AAAAAAAAArU/BxaorkNPCmo/s72-c/Mom+and+dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-5267442877472182791</id><published>2010-08-08T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T08:12:38.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello . . . Does anyone actually still read this??</title><content type='html'>Wow.  It's been a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last two months my dad passed away, my father-in-law closed down his business after 35 years and had open heart surgery, Meagan turned 12, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to start to catch up so I'm just going to start again and go forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-5267442877472182791?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/5267442877472182791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=5267442877472182791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/5267442877472182791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/5267442877472182791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-does-anyone-actually-still-read.html' title='Hello . . . Does anyone actually still read this??'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-3333581931551358201</id><published>2010-01-04T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:36:11.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Garrett's sayings</title><content type='html'>The day after Christmas he asked me where his crazy dough was.  When I asked him what he was talking about he said, "You know - that stuff in the egg."  He was talking about Silly Putty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tonight he asked me if owls were awake at night and slept during the day.  I told him yes that was true and that was called being nocturnal.  His comment?  Just like Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the connections his brain makes - they crack me up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-3333581931551358201?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/3333581931551358201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=3333581931551358201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3333581931551358201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3333581931551358201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2010/01/garretts-sayings.html' title='Garrett&apos;s sayings'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-8784659301541904858</id><published>2009-12-31T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:44:15.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!  I actually remembered my password!</title><content type='html'>I know it has been forever since I've posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll start posting again - at least every now and then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a merry Christmas and that everyone has a safe and Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-8784659301541904858?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/8784659301541904858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=8784659301541904858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8784659301541904858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8784659301541904858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-i-actually-remembered-my-password.html' title='Wow!  I actually remembered my password!'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-6908126399256628880</id><published>2009-08-10T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:09:04.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Absolutely Adorable</title><content type='html'>I walked down the hall the other night and peeked into Meagan's room to see why it was so quiet in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SoA3UJr2mtI/AAAAAAAAAqE/mWQmQMQ2ITY/s1600-h/M+G+read.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368351575162395346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SoA3UJr2mtI/AAAAAAAAAqE/mWQmQMQ2ITY/s400/M+G+read.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This makes me so happy.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-6908126399256628880?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/6908126399256628880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=6908126399256628880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6908126399256628880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6908126399256628880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/08/absolutely-adorable.html' title='Absolutely Adorable'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SoA3UJr2mtI/AAAAAAAAAqE/mWQmQMQ2ITY/s72-c/M+G+read.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-511345287084920004</id><published>2009-08-08T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T06:05:18.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><title type='text'>I need an intervention y'all</title><content type='html'>Earlier in the summer I went to Facebook on a whim.  Jimmy's sisters were always talking about it and I was bored one day so I thought . . . What the heck?  I'll give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I am addicted.  My name is Elizabeth and I am addicted to Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am admitting I have a problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hangs her head in shame)  Facebook is the reason that this blog has suffered this summer.  Summer, the time of year when I actually have time to post, had been stolen by Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Jimmy is gone to a softball tournament.  Softball?? you ask.  Yes, Jimmy is playing softbal.. (See you didn't know that because I haven't been blogging!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have GOT to clean house this morning while he is gone and I hope to be back in the blogging saddle tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon!  (I hope - if Facebook doesn't call to me too loudly!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-511345287084920004?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/511345287084920004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=511345287084920004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/511345287084920004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/511345287084920004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-intervention-yall.html' title='I need an intervention y&apos;all'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-272631937933893433</id><published>2009-07-13T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:40:25.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Isn't that the same thing?</title><content type='html'>The kids and I had a little picnic this evening just to get out of the house.  (We didn't go very far.  We have a cement picnic table in our backyard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate, the kids wanted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt;.  I got everything out to make them and Garrett told me that he just wanted chocolate.  I said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and handed him his piece of chocolate instead of getting it ready to microwave.  (Yes, I said microwave.  We don't have fires around here.  We do it the quick and easy way.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan got out the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt; and he told her he wanted one.  She gave him one and he got ready to go back outside.  That's when he asked for his crackers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him what crackers he was talking about, he told me the ones like Meagan got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me think about this - I thought you didn't want a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s'more&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer?  I want all of the parts.  I just didn't want it hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you just say so son?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-272631937933893433?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/272631937933893433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=272631937933893433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/272631937933893433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/272631937933893433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/07/isnt-that-same-thing.html' title='Isn&apos;t that the same thing?'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-626126574123151601</id><published>2009-07-10T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:15:37.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny sayings'/><title type='text'>Do you think she gets it from me?</title><content type='html'>There's just no denying that she's mine.  You want proof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This exchange proves it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Meagan, will you please come here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan:  sighing . .  . Yes, mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Will you please go check the mail for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan:  sighing . . . I guess (slipping on my shoes) I just wish that was really a question that I could answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then heads out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total smart&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a**.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's mine all right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-626126574123151601?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/626126574123151601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=626126574123151601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/626126574123151601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/626126574123151601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-think-she-gets-it-from-me.html' title='Do you think she gets it from me?'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-8469043417531089332</id><published>2009-07-09T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:17:54.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>Meagan's New Haircut</title><content type='html'>I finally had a chance to take Meagan to get her hair cut.  Mari didn't cut too much off length wise but she added long layers to help the curl look better.  (Wearing it pulled up into a pony tail all during the school year is hard on the curl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then blow dried it with a diffuser.  I love how it looks and so does Meagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SlZP2_-4-cI/AAAAAAAAAoc/W47Ro4sPcEE/s1600-h/M+hair+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356556613110528450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SlZP2_-4-cI/AAAAAAAAAoc/W47Ro4sPcEE/s400/M+hair+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SlZP2mo5LbI/AAAAAAAAAoU/R6afhqR2zFo/s1600-h/M+hair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356556606307380658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SlZP2mo5LbI/AAAAAAAAAoU/R6afhqR2zFo/s400/M+hair.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think it makes her look so grown up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-8469043417531089332?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/8469043417531089332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=8469043417531089332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8469043417531089332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8469043417531089332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/07/meagans-new-haircut.html' title='Meagan&apos;s New Haircut'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SlZP2_-4-cI/AAAAAAAAAoc/W47Ro4sPcEE/s72-c/M+hair+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-9207068671583478876</id><published>2009-07-09T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:11:06.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><title type='text'>Eleven years ago . . .</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures from the family party we had for Meagan. Grandma Blair cooked fried chicken for everyone and then made homemade ice cream for Meagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Meagan opening a gift from Nana Mary, Carlos, Crystal, and Bee and Larry. Lots of goodies inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sjzt3dKMHFI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6BlC1qk0K5k/s1600-h/Meg+bday+gifts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349411994385259602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sjzt3dKMHFI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6BlC1qk0K5k/s400/Meg+bday+gifts.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pulling more stuff out . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sjzt20XIMlI/AAAAAAAAAnE/eU0yfp1axMc/s1600-h/Meg+gifts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349411983433675346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sjzt20XIMlI/AAAAAAAAAnE/eU0yfp1axMc/s400/Meg+gifts.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Webkinz from Jimmy and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sjzt2jsdcyI/AAAAAAAAAm8/WxTgPIoHlKM/s1600-h/Meg+gifts+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349411978959745826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sjzt2jsdcyI/AAAAAAAAAm8/WxTgPIoHlKM/s400/Meg+gifts+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meagan with Grandpa (my dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sjzt2f_sEfI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1P8_kO-UZhI/s1600-h/Meg+grandpa+b+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349411977966653938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sjzt2f_sEfI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1P8_kO-UZhI/s400/Meg+grandpa+b+day.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-9207068671583478876?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/9207068671583478876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=9207068671583478876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/9207068671583478876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/9207068671583478876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/06/eleven-years-ago.html' title='Eleven years ago . . .'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sjzt3dKMHFI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6BlC1qk0K5k/s72-c/Meg+bday+gifts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-2637700884892474661</id><published>2009-07-08T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:06:41.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>DARE to be a beautiful, smart kid</title><content type='html'>Meagan's school had an awards assembly at the end of the year. Here she is receiving an award. She was the third top reader in A.R. in the fifth grade, was the Top Lanugage Arts student, she made all A's all year, and she was recognized again for being in the Lone Star Challenge.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SjzwbPRlyfI/AAAAAAAAAns/tgTEIXgNNRc/s1600-h/Meg+awards.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349414808156752370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SjzwbPRlyfI/AAAAAAAAAns/tgTEIXgNNRc/s400/Meg+awards.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth grade students also participate in the DARE program all year though their social studies class so they wear their graduation t-shirts to awards. DARE stands for Drug Awareness and Resistance Education. A local police officer comes into the schools and does lessons on drug awareness and resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sjzwa3BEKtI/AAAAAAAAAnk/e59xQH6jL_c/s1600-h/Meg+DARE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349414801644989138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sjzwa3BEKtI/AAAAAAAAAnk/e59xQH6jL_c/s400/Meg+DARE.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SjzwaWamgbI/AAAAAAAAAnc/WzLyLOtkC6M/s1600-h/Meg+dare+close+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349414792893727154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SjzwaWamgbI/AAAAAAAAAnc/WzLyLOtkC6M/s400/Meg+dare+close+up.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meagan we are so proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SjzwaFmpPWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/8EYn_6W4eNg/s1600-h/Meg+Dare+sideways.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349414788380835170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SjzwaFmpPWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/8EYn_6W4eNg/s400/Meg+Dare+sideways.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-2637700884892474661?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/2637700884892474661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=2637700884892474661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/2637700884892474661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/2637700884892474661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/07/dare-to-be-beautiful-smart-kid.html' title='DARE to be a beautiful, smart kid'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SjzwbPRlyfI/AAAAAAAAAns/tgTEIXgNNRc/s72-c/Meg+awards.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-1491379758379644676</id><published>2009-06-21T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:16:04.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasting time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>A Little Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Updated to show my answers. (and Yes, I know it took me more than a few days. Sorry Cindi! You can see my friend &lt;a href="http://anotherdayinmylife-cindi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cindi&lt;/a&gt;'s answers on her blog &lt;a href="http://anotherdayinmylife-cindi.blogspot.com/2009/06/survey.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://thinking-of-blue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Krissy&lt;/a&gt; who answered in my comments! I have been so busy with kickball - haven't I said that before? - but hopefully I'll be posting on a more regular basis now!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this over at &lt;a href="http://aisforbeautiful.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-to-know-you.html"&gt;A is for Beautiful &lt;/a&gt;and thought it would be fun to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can leave your answers in the comments section or do a post on your blog. (Who I am lying to? I have no readers who are going to be bored enough to actually do this in writing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. summer television: waste of time or guilty pleasure? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umm, I watch TV all year long. I consider it cheap therapy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2. baked potatoes: butter, sour cream, bacon bits, chives, cheese? any or all? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything but sour cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3. Facebook: must-do or proud resister? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have an account but am not addicted or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4. coupon clipping: yes or no? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes. When people buy the paper and give me coupons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;5. babyback ribs or key lime pie? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6. Jeopardy or Wheel of Fortune? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeopardy. It comes on at 1:30 here so I Tivo it and watch it when I get home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;7. ocean waves or lazy river? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lazy river&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. pickles: dill or sweet? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depends on what I'm using them for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;9. the economy: still ick or rebounding? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;10. eBay or Craigslist?&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; eBay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Mexican food or sushi? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mexican Food&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Edward, Jacob, or who cares? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm obviously out of the loop. Who are these people??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;13. pregnancy dreams: annoying or humorous?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Humorous, it's the only time in my life that I could remember by dreams - because they were so weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;14. summer thunderstorms: music to your ears or pain in the rear? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music to my ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;15. online games: good way to pass the time at work on a Friday or who has the time? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fun way to avoid housework - no access to them at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;16. So You Think You Can Dance: addicting entertainment or yawn? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never seen an episode.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. beach or mountains? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mountains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. hardback or paperback? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paperback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;19. Pepsi or Coke? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Ellie or Josh? any bets? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again - who??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post my answers in a day or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-1491379758379644676?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/1491379758379644676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=1491379758379644676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/1491379758379644676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/1491379758379644676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-survey.html' title='A Little Survey'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-1966650981805902316</id><published>2009-06-21T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T07:56:21.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sj4_UxNr31I/AAAAAAAAAoM/HZsLm-ZjgNU/s1600-h/102_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349783033403400018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sj4_UxNr31I/AAAAAAAAAoM/HZsLm-ZjgNU/s400/102_0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sj4-rdONdnI/AAAAAAAAAoE/W0lPFq53vy8/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Father's Day Jimmy!  You are the best father that we could ever ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sj4-WGGwWII/AAAAAAAAAn8/RG2s8am7x0I/s1600-h/DSCN0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-1966650981805902316?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/1966650981805902316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=1966650981805902316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/1966650981805902316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/1966650981805902316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sj4_UxNr31I/AAAAAAAAAoM/HZsLm-ZjgNU/s72-c/102_0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-6212365379486141309</id><published>2009-06-20T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:41:36.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>A new summer do . . .</title><content type='html'>Garrett's hair had gotten pretty long (well, for him anyway) and he had fun making it into a mohawk in the bathtub.  Jimmy and I had decided that he could have a mohawk for the summer.  (Not a complete mohawk - we were just going to leave the center longer and the sides pretty short.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I took Garrett to get his hair cut he had changed his mind.  He decided he just wanted the front of his hair to stand up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here he is with his new do for summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349416021870349426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sjzxh4tdjHI/AAAAAAAAAn0/OeSUUflMDy0/s400/Garrett+haircut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should have taken a picture of him standing sideways so you would really be able to see the front of his hair spiked up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***Hair update:  Garrett let me put gel in his hair and spike the front of it for only one day.  After that he refused to let me touch it.  Sigh . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-6212365379486141309?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/6212365379486141309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=6212365379486141309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6212365379486141309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6212365379486141309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-summer-do.html' title='A new summer do . . .'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sjzxh4tdjHI/AAAAAAAAAn0/OeSUUflMDy0/s72-c/Garrett+haircut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-7409279620262230903</id><published>2009-06-07T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T06:41:59.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kickball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winner'/><title type='text'>Taking a deep breath . . . .</title><content type='html'>Here's why I haven't been blogging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday was the last day of school for kids and Saturday was the last workday for teachers for the 2008-2009 school year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading Specialists are in charge of organizing summer school for all of the elementary schools in town&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meagan finished her first year of middle school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meagan's birthday is coming up in just a couple of weeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garrett finished kinder - sob, sob&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I helped to make a scrapbook for a staff member who left our school after 8 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally moved all of my stuff out of my old classroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spent about $2500 (not my money!) on books/supplies for next year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our kickball team had 5 or 6 games in last three weeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our kickball team won the last 10 games they played&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our kickball team won their 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; straight game in the bottom of the sixth inning to become the JUNIOR CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I've been a little busy.  I have kept up (well, a little anyway) with my Twitter posts so I will have to reread them to work on blogging all of the things that have been going on around here the last couple of weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All I've done the last couple of weeks in my house is the bare minimum.  You know, washing spoons as we need them, making sure we have a clean uniform for both kids for the next day, making sure people have socks and underwear, and washing our kickball uniforms repeatedly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I am cleaning house and then going to a meeting with Jimmy to pick the ALL STAR JUNIOR TEAM!  Because, as the coaches of the team who won FIRST PLACE! we get to coach the All Star team and take them to the state tournament in Austin, Texas over the Fourth of July weekend.  But, I promise, I will try to start blogging with some sort of regularity (is that even a word?) soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(I'm a little excited about winning first place in kickball - just in case you can't tell.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-7409279620262230903?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/7409279620262230903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=7409279620262230903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7409279620262230903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7409279620262230903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/06/taking-deep-breath.html' title='Taking a deep breath . . . .'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-7088927061854610891</id><published>2009-05-13T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:00:00.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Mmm, Mmm, Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SgcMtm97caI/AAAAAAAAAms/ZeXLhr0mkqg/s1600-h/granola.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334246261337584034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SgcMtm97caI/AAAAAAAAAms/ZeXLhr0mkqg/s400/granola.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found this new granola mix at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart a while back and it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;terrific&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the perfect mix of granola bunches, dried golden raisins, dried cranberries, sweet slivered almonds, and roasted whole almonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem? The packages are kind of small and there are only five packages in a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planters, in case you are listening, I would like to buy this stuff in a big bag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-7088927061854610891?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/7088927061854610891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=7088927061854610891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7088927061854610891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7088927061854610891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/05/mmm-mmm-good.html' title='Mmm, Mmm, Good'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SgcMtm97caI/AAAAAAAAAms/ZeXLhr0mkqg/s72-c/granola.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-3297359586223994098</id><published>2009-05-12T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T05:00:00.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.R.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nana Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Dirt . . . It does a body good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SgcMT6Nk1JI/AAAAAAAAAmk/hjNZeDbH7_M/s1600-h/G+reg+clothes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334245819826885778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SgcMT6Nk1JI/AAAAAAAAAmk/hjNZeDbH7_M/s400/G+reg+clothes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana Mary bought this outfit for Garrett and boy did she hit the nail on the head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett has not wanted to take the outfit off since she gave it to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for him, he met his A.R. goal last week and was able to wear regular clothes to school on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana also bought him another cute pair of khaki shorts and a striped shirt that will be perfect for this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-3297359586223994098?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/3297359586223994098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=3297359586223994098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3297359586223994098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3297359586223994098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirt-it-does-body-good.html' title='Dirt . . . It does a body good'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SgcMT6Nk1JI/AAAAAAAAAmk/hjNZeDbH7_M/s72-c/G+reg+clothes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-4544264193963902260</id><published>2009-05-11T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T04:00:00.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lone Star Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Bronze, Silver, Silver</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333843884811148898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SgWewNmO3mI/AAAAAAAAAmU/bWfk7POXMzE/s400/Meg+medals.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse the cookie - competing makes a kid hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SgWewdqV1iI/AAAAAAAAAmc/IXiXL0YV7PA/s1600-h/medals.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333843889123350050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SgWewdqV1iI/AAAAAAAAAmc/IXiXL0YV7PA/s400/medals.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For most of the school year Meagan has been studying for the Lone Star Challenge.  If you are familiar with Academic Decathlon or Pentathlon, it is very similar.  It is the comperable activity for fourth, fifth, and sixth grade students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are new to all of this - think athletic decathlon but with academics instead.  Students study information on a given theme and then compete by testing in several subjects: math, science, social studies, reading, and essay.  To complete the whole contest there is the Super Quiz event.  This is a relay race of sorts but instead of running laps, students are answering questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme this year was Pop Culture of the 60's and 70's.  Cool - in my opinion anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan won three medals:  Bronze in essay, Silver in Individual Super Quiz (she got four out of her five questions correct), and Silver in Team Super Quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so proud of you Meagan!  Keep up the great work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-4544264193963902260?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/4544264193963902260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=4544264193963902260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4544264193963902260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4544264193963902260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/05/bronze-silver-silver.html' title='Bronze, Silver, Silver'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SgWewNmO3mI/AAAAAAAAAmU/bWfk7POXMzE/s72-c/Meg+medals.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-6585048516751924904</id><published>2009-05-09T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:14:10.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kickball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Water Balloon Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SgWamPPd_PI/AAAAAAAAAmM/bNutnmHKQr8/s1600-h/balloons.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333839315407338738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SgWamPPd_PI/AAAAAAAAAmM/bNutnmHKQr8/s400/balloons.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have I mentioned that Jimmy and I are coaching kickball again this season?  We coached last year and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; the season in 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; place.  (Out of 9 teams - not great but not awful either.  We were new to the whole coaching thing and we had some issues with the girls working together as a team.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we are called The Rockers this year.  To start off the season we beat the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stingrayz&lt;/span&gt;.  It came down to the bottom of the sixth inning.  We had a two run lead . . . and we let a runner score.  A few tense moments later we got the last out and were 1 -0.  We were on top of the world because the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stingrayz&lt;/span&gt; were in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; place last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next two games our team did not fair as well.  We lost to the Cyclones by one run.  Even though we lost we were happy with how the game went.  Our girls played really well and didn't make any major mistakes.  Considering that the Cyclones were in first place last year (they only lost one game the whole season) we were happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third game - our girls just gave up.  They were down by three early in the game and never rallied back.  We were disappointed in how they lost - not that they lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth game was a tie.  We played hard to the bitter end but just couldn't score another run to win the game.  Even though we tied, our girls were back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 5 - we were set to play the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Heartbreakers&lt;/span&gt; - who are now 4-0.  A good friend of ours coaches the team so it was going to be especially interesting to see who would win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy promised the girls a water balloon fight if we won the game.  (Can you finally see where this post it going??)  Needless to say, WE WON!!!!!!!!  and the score was 14-3.  Our girls took an early lead and never looked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took Jimmy and I over an hour to fill up the balloons with water.  Needless to say, the kitchen floor is pretty clean now from all of the accidents that we had filling them up.  I am sad to say that it only took minutes for all of the balloons to be history!  However, the girls had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, we won our next game so our record is now 4-2-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday we start all over again with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Stingrayz&lt;/span&gt;.  I know we can beat them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO ROCKERS!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-6585048516751924904?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/6585048516751924904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=6585048516751924904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6585048516751924904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6585048516751924904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/05/water-balloon-fight.html' title='Water Balloon Fight'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SgWamPPd_PI/AAAAAAAAAmM/bNutnmHKQr8/s72-c/balloons.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-4814292458738544428</id><published>2009-04-23T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:40:01.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Surfin' U.S.A.</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday night Meagan performed at her school's P.T.A. program. They sang four songs: Let It Be, Surfin' U.S.A., a song in spanish, and another song that I can't remember right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture before we left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327935560831956802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SfChKfmPd0I/AAAAAAAAAls/4WILx__JpnY/s400/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was taken in between songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SfChKyhV-xI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vnZuDrfMYBc/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327935565911685906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SfChKyhV-xI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vnZuDrfMYBc/s400/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here's one of Garrett.  He did well during the meeting.  I let him look through the pictures I have saved on my camera.  That kept him quiet for, oh, two minutes or so.  He watched the kids sing and stayed near his seat the rest of the time so I was happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just wish he would lose this fake smile thing he has going on lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SfChKrwd8nI/AAAAAAAAAl0/JsZ1T5dkeUg/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327935564096074354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SfChKrwd8nI/AAAAAAAAAl0/JsZ1T5dkeUg/s400/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-4814292458738544428?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/4814292458738544428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=4814292458738544428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4814292458738544428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4814292458738544428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/04/surfin-usa.html' title='Surfin&apos; U.S.A.'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SfChKfmPd0I/AAAAAAAAAls/4WILx__JpnY/s72-c/IMG_0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-7203861545868558229</id><published>2009-04-18T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:31:23.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Little Bunny Foo Foo</title><content type='html'>Well I don't know if that's his name or not but this little guy was in my yard on Saturday night.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326233001102991714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeqUseW04WI/AAAAAAAAAlU/lw9Q8WtwXYY/s400/IMG_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeqUskPopoI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ERFFvUlVFKI/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326233002683442818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeqUskPopoI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ERFFvUlVFKI/s400/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326233007983852690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeqUs3_WfJI/AAAAAAAAAlk/4hkakqqXuN4/s400/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We've seen rabbits before, especially in the spring time.  I took pictures of this one because Garrett has been on a rabbit kick ever since Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-7203861545868558229?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/7203861545868558229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=7203861545868558229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7203861545868558229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7203861545868558229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-bunny-foo-foo.html' title='Little Bunny Foo Foo'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeqUseW04WI/AAAAAAAAAlU/lw9Q8WtwXYY/s72-c/IMG_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-6321734042986626221</id><published>2009-04-18T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:59:24.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>The Dolphins say hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeqTJdDy7LI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Q48-SZyH3vM/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326231299947687090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeqTJdDy7LI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Q48-SZyH3vM/s400/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Friday I went with kinder to the Texas State Aquarium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perk number 723 about my new job - no field trip to take every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good time was had by all but boy do field trips wear you out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-6321734042986626221?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/6321734042986626221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=6321734042986626221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6321734042986626221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6321734042986626221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/04/dolphins-say-hello.html' title='The Dolphins say hello'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeqTJdDy7LI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Q48-SZyH3vM/s72-c/IMG_0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-7808059394151332109</id><published>2009-04-13T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T06:19:04.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Blair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Hoppy Easter!</title><content type='html'>On Saturday night we colored eggs as a family. Thanks Grandma Silly for boiling the eggs and buying the coloring kit! (I was really lazy so there are no pictures of us coloring eggs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids went to bed anxiously awaiting the arrival of the Easter Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan woke me up at 7:55 on Sunday morning. "Mom! Can we see what the Easter Bunny left us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunny left Meagan a horse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Webkinz&lt;/span&gt; and the High School Musical 3 DVD. He left Garrett a horse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Webkinz&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;play set&lt;/span&gt; with an airplane and a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the Easter basket excitement, we went to church. We were joined by Grandma Silly, Grandma Blair, Darla, Ashley, and Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, Grandma Silly came back to our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324158291673321122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeM1wfcjjqI/AAAAAAAAAkc/V4IkOlCQ47s/s400/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the baskets that she made for the kids. Aren't they cute?? Each one had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Webkin&lt;/span&gt; in it along with some eggs, some candy, and some other goodies. The kids were really excited about the chalk. It came with 3D glasses and other tools to help you draw. (Garrett's "smile" is driving me crazy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324158282945231986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeM1v-7nfHI/AAAAAAAAAkM/0rvo9vbYzy0/s400/IMG_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Silly and the kids&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324158284720497826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeM1wFi35KI/AAAAAAAAAkU/B95mvbEeyr4/s400/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Grandma Blair's and had an Easter egg hunt. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeM363RN8_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/nrwpViSdTtM/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324160668890166258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeM363RN8_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/nrwpViSdTtM/s400/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeM36vGAcnI/AAAAAAAAAk8/UajmASwYFuE/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324160666695660146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeM36vGAcnI/AAAAAAAAAk8/UajmASwYFuE/s400/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeM36Z32iBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Om9a_SLcqms/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324160660999145490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeM36Z32iBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Om9a_SLcqms/s400/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the look on his face in this picture. He had just found a prize egg with money in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeM1w0km0ZI/AAAAAAAAAks/0XhEyN2VXTc/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324158297344233874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeM1w0km0ZI/AAAAAAAAAks/0XhEyN2VXTc/s400/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeM1wmWVdGI/AAAAAAAAAkk/sL2bpA7wTgU/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324158293526279266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeM1wmWVdGI/AAAAAAAAAkk/sL2bpA7wTgU/s400/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While the kids were hunting eggs, Grandma Blair was making lunch. We had homemade fried chicken and all of the trimmings. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-7808059394151332109?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/7808059394151332109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=7808059394151332109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7808059394151332109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7808059394151332109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoppy-easter.html' title='Hoppy Easter!'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeM1wfcjjqI/AAAAAAAAAkc/V4IkOlCQ47s/s72-c/IMG_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-1085404395664551151</id><published>2009-04-12T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:35:50.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><title type='text'>Las Vegas Day Three</title><content type='html'>On our third day in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas we went over to the New York New York.  Tina was determined to ride the roller coaster that is on top of the building.  I wasn't so sure about it and Jimmy certainly wasn't going to ride the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My indecisiveness about the roller coaster didn't matter after all because it was only 9:30 in the morning and rides didn't start until 11:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeJbXRimVuI/AAAAAAAAAkE/F_DVOqwGSXs/s1600-h/D+3+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323918164908988130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeJbXRimVuI/AAAAAAAAAkE/F_DVOqwGSXs/s400/D+3+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We decided to do some more sightseeing and you know . . . walk some more.  As we were leaving the New York New York Jimmy decided that he had walked enough and went back to our hotel to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina and I set off to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked down to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt; because I already needed water and chap stick.  (How come I can never remember to bring all of the little things like chap stick with me??)  When we were paying for our water this lady walked up behind me.  Me, being the wary traveler that I am, glanced back to see who had walked up behind us.  I thought in my head that wow, that lady really looks like Juanita (my mother-in-law/Tina's mom) but I didn't say anything.  Tina, not being shy at all, turns around and sees her and says, "Wow! You look just like my mom!  Can I take your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;?"  The lady pretends like she doesn't hear her and looks the other way.  Tina continues to talk to her and the lady continues to ignore her.  I finally finish paying for my purchases and get Tina to leave the store.  I guess that old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wive's&lt;/span&gt; tale about everyone having a twin is true.  Juanita - your twin was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas when we were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed lots of hotels (they all start to blur together after a while) and finally end up at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bellagio&lt;/span&gt;.  We walked through the casino.  I was looking for two of my friends who were in Vegas at the same time we were and staying there.  I didn't see them.  Tina then wanted to find the wedding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chapel&lt;/span&gt; to see what it look like.  Well, we obviously went the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;looooong&lt;/span&gt; way around.  It took forever to find the wedding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chapel&lt;/span&gt;.  It was pretty but actually really small.  (Tina says the one at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Luxor&lt;/span&gt; is actually lots fancier but I don't know because I didn't go into that one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept walking . . . . and walking . . . and walking . . . and came upon the most fabulous chocolate shop.  They had this huge fountain of different types of chocolates running into the gorgeous pools.  They also had a fabulous Easter scene set up - bunnies, eggs, etc.  that was adorable.  Tina and I couldn't resist the temptation so we bought chocolate dipped strawberries and various other goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked &lt;em&gt;some more &lt;/em&gt;and finally came to the Conservatory.  (This is the whole reason I wanted to come to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bellagio&lt;/span&gt; in the first place.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was breathtaking.  See for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeJbW_9fTZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Gjc5As7o65w/s1600-h/D+3+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323918160189934994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeJbW_9fTZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Gjc5As7o65w/s400/D+3+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeJP2k2vFFI/AAAAAAAAAjs/LWuesgLmmTs/s1600-h/D+3+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323905508530132050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeJP2k2vFFI/AAAAAAAAAjs/LWuesgLmmTs/s400/D+3+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeJP2AMgpRI/AAAAAAAAAjk/B9NLmgDGcYo/s1600-h/D+3+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323905498689348882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeJP2AMgpRI/AAAAAAAAAjk/B9NLmgDGcYo/s400/D+3+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeJP2Ggda2I/AAAAAAAAAjc/tp-MSt7jd7A/s1600-h/D+3+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323905500383636322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeJP2Ggda2I/AAAAAAAAAjc/tp-MSt7jd7A/s400/D+3+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It also smelled heavenly.  We spent almost half an hour in there looking at all of the different types of flowers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were exhausted by that point and so we took a cab back to the hotel.  We had planned to walk down the strip some more and go eat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Margaritaville&lt;/span&gt; but the timing just didn't work out.  Oh well, there's always next time right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we got back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Luxor&lt;/span&gt; Jimmy, Tina, and I went back to the New York New York so Tina could ride the roller coaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short, I rode the roller coaster.  And then I felt sick for about an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Luxor&lt;/span&gt; and rested for a while and then I went to the Bodies Exhibit.  Neither Jimmy nor Tina had any desire to see the exhibit so I went by myself.  It was horrifying and fascinating all at the same time.  I highly recommend it.  Jimmy went to the Titanic Exhibit which he said was really good too.  I would have liked to see it too but we were running short on time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By then it was time to get ready for the last show we were going to see.  We went to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323918161359142450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeJbXEUP_jI/AAAAAAAAAj8/PxVmgqKQKJ0/s400/D+3+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Not Fantasy!!!  We went to see Carrot Top.  The show was really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Tina with Charlie.  Charlie does an opening act before Carrot Top's show.  It was neat to get to talk to him.  Tina was looking for Carrot Top at the clubs in the casino and spotted Charlie instead so she went up to him and started talking to him.  Again, never shy, that's Tina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeJP1-p-dQI/AAAAAAAAAjU/2RbOrxPKJDQ/s1600-h/D+3+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323905498276066562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeJP1-p-dQI/AAAAAAAAAjU/2RbOrxPKJDQ/s400/D+3+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Early the next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; (although thankfully not as early as Monday morning) we flew home to Texas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to go on vacation again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-1085404395664551151?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/1085404395664551151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=1085404395664551151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/1085404395664551151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/1085404395664551151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/04/las-vegas-day-three.html' title='Las Vegas Day Three'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SeJbXRimVuI/AAAAAAAAAkE/F_DVOqwGSXs/s72-c/D+3+7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-3558937392380233305</id><published>2009-04-10T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:35:25.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><title type='text'>Las Vegas Day Two Contined</title><content type='html'>Here is a picture of me next to a giant coke bottle.  This was outside the Coca-Cola store.  As I said in my last post, I was so grateful to find a real coke in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas.  I could have kissed the machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sd-pQeh0uGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/wCmsmaFGIhQ/s1600-h/D+2+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323159385113147490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sd-pQeh0uGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/wCmsmaFGIhQ/s400/D+2+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We walked farther down the strip sightseeing and having a good time people watching.  It was St. Patrick's Day so there were plenty of crazy things to see.  (Now that I think about it, there's probably always crazy things and people to see in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas - St. Patrick's Day or not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch at P.F. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Changs&lt;/span&gt; on the strip.  These were crab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;won tons&lt;/span&gt; that were really good.  The fried rice was also really good.  It had lots of veggies in it that I really liked.  My entree wasn't great but Tina's chicken was really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sd-pQQQ7R4I/AAAAAAAAAjE/aDEVULbBGZg/s1600-h/D+2+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323159381284177794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sd-pQQQ7R4I/AAAAAAAAAjE/aDEVULbBGZg/s400/D+2+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After eating lunch we walked around some more. (I know I keep typing that sentence out but if you go sightseeing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, plan on doing &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; of walking!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went into a Field of Dreams store (sports memorabilia) and went past the Sony store.  There was a giant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;playstation&lt;/span&gt; portable on the front of the building.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then walked back toward the hotel.  We stopped at the MGM Grand to see the lion.  He wasn't impressed with all of the people who were gathered around to watch him.  He basically just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; there.  I did buy a cute magnet for my fridge at home.  It has a lion on it and the words Here human, human.  I thought that it was really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played the slot machines for a little while and then headed back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rested for a while and then got ready to go to our next show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What show did we go to you ask?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(insert picture here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Criss&lt;/span&gt; Angel.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It says insert picture here because you are not allowed to talk pictures during the show and I am too lazy to find a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Criss&lt;/span&gt; Angel on-line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show was called Be&lt;strong&gt;lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; and it was really cool.  I had never seen any of his shows so I really enjoyed it.  I know that some parts of the show have to be illusions but the execution of the show is &lt;em&gt;flawless.  &lt;/em&gt;You cannot tell how he is doing them.  The show also had Cirque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Soliel&lt;/span&gt; elements in it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the show we went to eat at Dick's Last Resort.  All I'm going to say about that is that you have to be in the right frame of mind to eat at Dick's or it is going to be a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; frustrating experience for you.  My burger was good though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-3558937392380233305?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/3558937392380233305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=3558937392380233305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3558937392380233305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3558937392380233305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/04/las-vegas-day-two-contined.html' title='Las Vegas Day Two Contined'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Sd-pQeh0uGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/wCmsmaFGIhQ/s72-c/D+2+7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-6432306660029670680</id><published>2009-04-06T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:57:07.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><title type='text'>Las Vegas Day Two   (Part I)</title><content type='html'>Update: For some of you who are wondering, Tina is one of Jimmy's four sisters. She went on the trip with us. She isn't pictured in this post but she was in the last post - the picture with the drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the next Vegas Vacation installment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy and I were up early on Tuesday of our vacation due to our early bedtime the night before. (We are probably the only people who went to Vegas and were in bed before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got up early and went to the food court to eat breakfast. (Starbucks has really good oatmeal, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Jimmy and I went down to the casino to gamble while Tina got ready for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy sat down and played video poker and I wandered around until I found a slot machine that only took 50 cents to "fill up." (I don't know what the correct term for this is. My mom always told me to fill up the machine. In other words, play the maximum bet. She's been to Vegas lots so I followed her advice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was so early there were hardly any people around. I picked a machine based on the fact that is was only 50 cents to play and that there were no smokers playing nearby. (I know that these are funny criteria for most people - but they worked for me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put in a $20.00 bill. (Do you know how hard it was for me to do that? It takes me an hour to make $20.00!) Before I knew it, all of my credits were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reluctantly put in another $20.00 bill. Once again, I was down to almost no credits very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had $1.50 in the machine and had already decided that when that was gone so was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed max bet and to my surprise this came up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321395725466362898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdllN-W0ZBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/j5G24fAoe4s/s400/D+2+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This was the top prize for the machine I was playing. I looked up and saw that I won but it really wasn't registering how much I had won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a drink girl came around. "I won!" I told her. At this point I thought I had won $400.00. Come to find out, 4000 quarters is a lot more than $400.00! (Yes, I'm a teacher. I obviously need to work on my mental math skills.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look on Jimmy's face when I told him how much I'd won was priceless. I wish I'd taken a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carefully filed away my voucher for my winnings and we went out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sight see&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are in front of the MGM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321395723792050050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdllN4HoZ4I/AAAAAAAAAic/qnbwhHAUgdk/s400/D+2+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We spent over an hour in this store. It was four stories high. It had some museum type parts which told about the history of M&amp;amp;M's and how M&amp;amp;M's are made. It had tons of really cute merchandise to buy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It was also next door to the Coke-a-Cola store so it contained a vending machine that sold Coke! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Luxor&lt;/span&gt; only sells Pepsi so I had been drinking Sierra Mist. I had a terrible headache from a lack of caffeine. About an hour after drinking my coke however, I was just fine!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdllODUoylI/AAAAAAAAAik/fotbfuzBdIk/s1600-h/D+2+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321395726799391314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdllODUoylI/AAAAAAAAAik/fotbfuzBdIk/s400/D+2+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was up in the museum area. As a teacher I couldn't resist taking a picture of this little diorama. In case you can't read it, it says "I will not melt in the hand." Adorable!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321395734456982338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdllOf2WW0I/AAAAAAAAAis/U97lwzRvfHE/s400/D+2+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's my picture with the big blue and red guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdllNgCQuaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Otn_90bwc9Q/s1600-h/D+2+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321395717327075746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdllNgCQuaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Otn_90bwc9Q/s400/D+2+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-6432306660029670680?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/6432306660029670680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=6432306660029670680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6432306660029670680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6432306660029670680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/04/las-vegas-day-two-part-i.html' title='Las Vegas Day Two   (Part I)'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdllN-W0ZBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/j5G24fAoe4s/s72-c/D+2+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-6580897007582753932</id><published>2009-04-01T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:30:35.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><title type='text'>Las Vegas Day One</title><content type='html'>Here is a picture of me, Jimmy, and Tina. We flew out of the Houston International Airport. We had to get up at 3:00 in the morning so that we could get to the airport on time. Never again will I book a flight out at 7:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdO5qI2TDOI/AAAAAAAAAh8/dzAUsZ3Goqk/s1600-h/D+1+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319799718435556578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdO5qI2TDOI/AAAAAAAAAh8/dzAUsZ3Goqk/s400/D+1+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since we left SO early, we arrived in Vegas at 8:20 a.m. We took a shuttle bus to the hotel but had to check our bags since it was too early to check in. We were starving but no one was serving lunch yet. We wound up eating a second breakfast at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; inside the hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked around a little, gambled a little, and were then able to check in. We went to our room and took a nap to recover from our early arrival time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Luxor&lt;/span&gt; on the strip. Here's a shot from inside the hotel. We stayed in the pyramid portion of the hotel. It was very cool inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319799722995387250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdO5qZ1ci3I/AAAAAAAAAiE/assHPIQ2jn8/s400/D+1+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After a nap we were ready to go. Jimmy and I took a cab to Treasure Island (stop laughing - the two hotels are pretty far apart and we were still really tired!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Treasure Island we stood in line for almost an hour to pick up our tickets to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mystere&lt;/span&gt;, which is one of the shows that Cirque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Soleil&lt;/span&gt; performs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kahunaville&lt;/span&gt; where Tina bought me a drink that was larger than my head!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdO5plC_KvI/AAAAAAAAAh0/cG8EzryXZdQ/s1600-h/D+1+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319799708825103090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdO5plC_KvI/AAAAAAAAAh0/cG8EzryXZdQ/s400/D+1+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a huge seafood appetizer that Tina and I shared for dinner. The grilled shrimp were fantastic&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdO5pAYtPHI/AAAAAAAAAhs/TWYZ-8TUSBA/s1600-h/D+1+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319799698984090738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdO5pAYtPHI/AAAAAAAAAhs/TWYZ-8TUSBA/s400/D+1+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress was sweet and took this picture for us. Tina wanted to have photographic proof that I actually had a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdO5o8ZtRXI/AAAAAAAAAhk/noKMlEO6DGQ/s1600-h/D+1+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319799697914545522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdO5o8ZtRXI/AAAAAAAAAhk/noKMlEO6DGQ/s400/D+1+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We still had a little time before the show so we went to the casino and gambled a little. I won some quarters but the drink had obviously gone to my head because I was unable to convert the number of quarters I won into dollars. A text message to Veronica later and I knew that I won $18.00. However, by the time she got back to me I had already lost it! Oh well, easy come, easy go as they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mystere&lt;/span&gt; was AWESOME! I had no idea what to expect out of it and it was breath taking. I am really glad that we went to see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the show Tina persuaded us to walk back to the hotel. "It's not that far," she insisted. We walked by the Venetian and saw the gondolas and by the Mirage. The volcano was erupting but we were too late to get a spot up close enough to really see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then started walking back to the hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and walked . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and walked . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An hour later we stopped for a bottle of water and I drank half of it in one drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We proceeded to walk some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A total of an hour and a half later we were back at the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many people told me that the hotels were not as close to each other as they seemed, and you know what???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY WERE RIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, well. It was really neat to see everything all lit up at night. However, due to some construction, you could only walk on one side of the street at some points so it was pretty crowded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got back to the hotel we gambled a little and then turned in early. (Is it considered jet lag when you fly somewhere with a two hour time difference??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-6580897007582753932?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/6580897007582753932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=6580897007582753932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6580897007582753932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6580897007582753932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/04/las-vegas-day-one.html' title='Las Vegas Day One'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SdO5qI2TDOI/AAAAAAAAAh8/dzAUsZ3Goqk/s72-c/D+1+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-6161232444535560132</id><published>2009-03-23T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T05:00:01.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible Drill'/><title type='text'>Meagan Competes and Succeeds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Scb0HsNSTeI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UDWVWbFxfNI/s1600-h/IMG_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316204823120596450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Scb0HsNSTeI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UDWVWbFxfNI/s400/IMG_0301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday afternoon Meagan competed in her first Bible Drill competition. She earned a rating of Superior. We are so proud of her. She has worked very hard all year to learn all of the books of the bible, lots of scripture references, and being able to find any part of her bible in less than 10 seconds. Her skills amaze me. I am proud of the hard work she has put into learning all of this new material. I also want to thank the wonderful people who organize all of the Bible Drill activities at our church. Miss M, Miss S, and Miss W your hard work is appreciated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meagan will continue on to the Association Drill in a few weeks and hopefully on to the State Drill next month. We know she is going to do a great job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-6161232444535560132?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/6161232444535560132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=6161232444535560132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6161232444535560132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6161232444535560132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/03/meagan-competes-and-succeeds.html' title='Meagan Competes and Succeeds!'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Scb0HsNSTeI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UDWVWbFxfNI/s72-c/IMG_0301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-1133841837979073460</id><published>2009-03-22T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:23:18.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>We're Back!!! (said in a sing song voice)</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in forever (my mom has reminded me of this EVERY time she talks to me) so here's a quick recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 9 - 13 The last week of school before spring break is always crazy.  I can't even remember what I did to tell you the truth.    Oh yes, I remember now . . . the weekend before (March 7th) my DI team competed in their regional tournament.  Meagan and I left the house at 5:45 AM and didn't return until 8:00 PM.  Yes, you read that right.  We were gone from the house for a total of 13 hours!  My kids did a GREAT job, even if they didn't win a medal (sniff . . . sniff . . . sniff)  I thought we were all done with DI and then come to find out people from Central Office were coming to school on Friday morning to watch my kids perform . . . when I hadn't planned on my kids performing.  Anyway, I freaked out and then got over it and the kids did their play again.  And everyone loved it.  Big sigh of relief.  Crisis averted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was also Texas Public School Week.  I had helped my counselor and principal put together a calendar of activities for the week so I was busy all week making sure we were ready for the events planned for each day.  Monday was simple - kids wrote about what they wanted to be when they grow up, Tuesday seeds were planted, Wednesday college t-shirt/field trip day, Thursday made a graduation hat out of 500 cupcakes, and Friday we planned a picnic.  Did I mention that a front blew in on Wednesday night bringing rain and temps in the high 40's???  Needless to say, the picnic was shot.  I delivered fruit cups and decorated water bottles to each teacher and collapsed in my room in the afternoon and waited for the day to end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I want the day to end you ask???  Because we were going to VEGAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and I needed to pack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-1133841837979073460?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/1133841837979073460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=1133841837979073460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/1133841837979073460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/1133841837979073460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-back-said-in-sing-song-voice.html' title='We&apos;re Back!!! (said in a sing song voice)'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-4751347345690006163</id><published>2009-03-05T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:00:00.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Garrett's PTA Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In Februrary the kinder and first grade studnets performed at the school's monthly PTA program. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of Garrett at our house before the program. I got some really cute ones during the program but there were too many other kids in them to post them on the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308435438589403746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SatZ5_Y3YmI/AAAAAAAAAhU/jJy6aj1CjTU/s400/G+program.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids sang three songs. Garrett's favorite was the Groundhog Hop. It's a really cute song about the groundhog seeing his shadow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garrett LOVES music and Miss Y.  Thanks for all of your hard work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-4751347345690006163?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/4751347345690006163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=4751347345690006163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4751347345690006163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4751347345690006163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/03/garretts-pta-program.html' title='Garrett&apos;s PTA Program'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SatZ5_Y3YmI/AAAAAAAAAhU/jJy6aj1CjTU/s72-c/G+program.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-7696417289561103572</id><published>2009-03-04T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T05:00:01.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Playtime at the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SatY-51xcAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/N5vP0icEx7M/s1600-h/G+top+of+slide.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308434423487754242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SatY-51xcAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/N5vP0icEx7M/s400/G+top+of+slide.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308434411093107538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SatY-LqqI1I/AAAAAAAAAg8/MLyJdf_wwQU/s400/G+bot+of+slide.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SatY-XNO0AI/AAAAAAAAAhE/qTn2qqW_8Zk/s1600-h/G+bot+of+slide+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308434414190907394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SatY-XNO0AI/AAAAAAAAAhE/qTn2qqW_8Zk/s400/G+bot+of+slide+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of January we had a beautiful weekend. Meagan was gone to Bible Drill so Jimmy and I took Garrett to an elementary school near our house. We went to practice shooting baskets for basketball but when we got there we discovered that the school removes their rims during the weekend. (Bigger kids will come along and hang off of the rims and ruin them.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked a couple of laps (all of our elementary schools have 1/4 mile tracks) and then played on the playground equipment. This is the school where Garrett went to prekindergarten so these are his old stomping grounds so to speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played around with my new camera some more. I'm getting better with it but I'm still no where near where I would like to be with it. I have learned to be more patient between pictures so I'm getting better pictures now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pictures turned out nice because of the bright sunlight. (Well, in my opinion anyway.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-7696417289561103572?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/7696417289561103572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=7696417289561103572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7696417289561103572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7696417289561103572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/03/playtime-at-park.html' title='Playtime at the park'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SatY-51xcAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/N5vP0icEx7M/s72-c/G+top+of+slide.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-9095497563895783443</id><published>2009-03-02T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:00:00.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>The Young Scientist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SatWbKGnaKI/AAAAAAAAAg0/CaC3CptudSk/s1600-h/G+w+proj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308431610354821282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SatWbKGnaKI/AAAAAAAAAg0/CaC3CptudSk/s400/G+w+proj.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SatWaY7WJUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/BnC-I8muicM/s1600-h/G+sci+proj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308431597154215234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SatWaY7WJUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/BnC-I8muicM/s400/G+sci+proj.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mentioned in a previous post that Garrett had won at his school's science fair. Well, I finally found the cord to the camera so here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it hadn't have been for Garrett constantly nagging me, I probably wouldn't even have done a science fair project with him. At his school entering the science fair isn't required until you get to second grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, he kept nagging me and so the week before the science fair we put together a project.  He made a ramp out of a piece of wood and two different boxes.  We measured how far his toy car traveled with both ramps.  He had said the higher ramp would make the car go farther and he was right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so cute to watch how serious he was during the actual experiment.  He got a piece of paper and wrote down the numbers off of the measuring stick after he let each car go down the ramp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His project will go to the district science fair at the end of March.  All six of the elementary schools in our town send projects to the district science fair.  Winners from the district science fair go on to compete in the Coastal Bend Science Fair which takes places in a large city about 45 minutes from us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will just have to wait and see what happens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-9095497563895783443?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/9095497563895783443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=9095497563895783443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/9095497563895783443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/9095497563895783443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/03/young-scientist.html' title='The Young Scientist'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SatWbKGnaKI/AAAAAAAAAg0/CaC3CptudSk/s72-c/G+w+proj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-2151696448361674207</id><published>2009-03-01T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:57:10.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pampered Chef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pineapple Upside Down Cake'/><title type='text'>Amazing Coconut Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SarXwkmuOPI/AAAAAAAAAgk/iAL750NpGCg/s1600-h/100_2895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308292340269332722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SarXwkmuOPI/AAAAAAAAAgk/iAL750NpGCg/s400/100_2895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of the desserts I served at the Pampered Chef party that I had on Thursday night.  (I also made a &lt;a href="http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/08/pineapple-upside-down-cake.html"&gt;Pineapple Upside Down Cake&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone really enjoyed it.  I had a living room full of people and we had a good time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also got lots of free stuff for hosting a party.  I'll do a post on those items when they come in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For now here is the recipie for this amazing pie:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Coconut Pie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(found on the back of a Baker’s Angel Flake Sweetened Coconut bag)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;2 cups milk&lt;br /&gt;¾ cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;½ cup all-purpose baking mix&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup (½ stick) butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 1/3 cups coconut&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place milk, sugar, baking mix, eggs, butter, and vanilla in blender container; cover. Blend on low speed for 3 minutes. Pour into greased 9 inch pie plate. (I spray mine with Pam.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle with coconut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350 degrees Fahrenheit for 40 minutes or until center of pie is set and top is golden brown. Serve warm or cool on wire rack. Store leftover pie in refrigerator.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 8 servings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-2151696448361674207?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/2151696448361674207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=2151696448361674207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/2151696448361674207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/2151696448361674207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazing-coconut-pie.html' title='Amazing Coconut Pie'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SarXwkmuOPI/AAAAAAAAAgk/iAL750NpGCg/s72-c/100_2895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-5443993515068687281</id><published>2009-02-23T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T03:58:48.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being busy'/><title type='text'>Where did last week go?? and a Birthday shoutout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you follow me on Twitter my title will sound familiar to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked at the calendar the other day and said wait . . . it can't already be Tuesday. And then a couple of days later I looked again and said wait . . . if it is Friday, where did Wednesday and Thursday go??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say my new job is keeping me really busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am having a Pampered Chef party on Thursday so this week I am going to have to say no to the TV when it calls my name and actually clean up this mess I call a house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was I thinking when I said I wanted to have a party?? I just couldn't resist the siren song of all of those new products in the catalog as they chanted Buy me - buy me. Since I am not independently wealthy, a party is the only way to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jimmy was a huge help in getting the kitchen done yesterday. What would I do without you babe??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My awesome mom has also volunteered to come over and help me get the house into shape. Thanks Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a related note, today is my mom's birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Mom! We love you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305960814538091330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SaKPP6ava0I/AAAAAAAAAgY/ERjthUnqflk/s400/101_0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-5443993515068687281?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/5443993515068687281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=5443993515068687281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/5443993515068687281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/5443993515068687281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-did-last-week-go-and-birthday.html' title='Where did last week go?? and a Birthday shoutout'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SaKPP6ava0I/AAAAAAAAAgY/ERjthUnqflk/s72-c/101_0060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-412617007947305685</id><published>2009-02-15T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T06:24:57.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thought'/><title type='text'>I'm still alive . . . I promise</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for the week with no post.  I know all of my readers (all 7 of you! :) were worried about me!  I am feeling better - finally.  I still have a little bit of a sore throat, congestion, and am coughing some but not nearly as bad as at the beginning of the week.  (After typing that sentence, I'm thinking maybe I'm not feeling as well as I thought I was!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a bunch of random updates since it's been a week since I've posted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett won in his school's science fair and will proceed to the District Science Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meagan won in her school's science fair and will process to the District Science Fair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Garrett scored a goal in his basketball game last week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Monday night I went to bed at 6:30 and for the most part slept all the way through until Tuesday morning until it was time to go to work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did not miss a day of work this week thanks to taking ibuprofen and Tylenol pretty much constantly.  (Excuse me while I go have my liver and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kidney&lt;/span&gt; function checked.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have not done the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit in over a week due to feeling like crap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have used BOXES of tissues this week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I skipped dinner a few night due to everything tasting funny.  I think it is all related to the sinus issues I was having.  Unfortunately, I replaced dinner with ice cream a few times.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My wonderful husband has kept our household going while I've been going to bed early all week.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did stay up late on Thursday night so I could watch Grey's Anatomy/Private Practice crossover.  I thought they did a good job with it.  Jimmy tells me that Izzy and George and possibly the Chief are not returning next year.  I am not sure how I feel about this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At work I held my first meeting with the principal, a parent, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;counselor&lt;/span&gt; to explain testing to the parent.  It went well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also learned how to do testing to determine if a child is dyslexic or not.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have remembered how much of a dork I am.  I love testing kids to determine their strengths and weaknesses.  Thanks Dr. C!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My wonderful husband celebrated his birthday on Friday the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!  Jimmy I love you so much.  I don't know what I would do without you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that there is more that I wanted to say but right now I can't think of anything else.  I plan on posting more on some of the topics.  I have pictures I want to post but I can't find my camera cord right now.  Did anyone see where I &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;put&lt;/span&gt; it???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-412617007947305685?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/412617007947305685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=412617007947305685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/412617007947305685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/412617007947305685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-still-alive-i-promise.html' title='I&apos;m still alive . . . I promise'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-8983405696632463378</id><published>2009-02-08T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:00:23.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Not this again . . .</title><content type='html'>I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sore throat and I can't breathe through my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such a bad sinus headache that even my teeth hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started last week.  I got that familiar feeling that I was getting sick.  I couldn't find my allergy medication so it got worse as the week went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the kickball field today for team tryouts only made things worse.  (The wind was gusting up to 40 miles an hour and dirt was flying everywhere.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried allergy medication, sinus headache medication, motril, hot tea, hot soup, using my Neti pot (gross but actully works) and I still feel crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is worse when I lay down.  I look stupid sitting around with my mouth hanging open because I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will run its course soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-8983405696632463378?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/8983405696632463378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=8983405696632463378' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8983405696632463378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8983405696632463378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-this-again.html' title='Not this again . . .'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-6756127573373242652</id><published>2009-02-05T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:07:02.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Settling into my new job</title><content type='html'>For the last two weeks I have been having classes and have gotten into a routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mornings I see 28 kids, ages kinder to second grade. I have 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;classes&lt;/span&gt; with six kids in each class. (Well one class only has four kids but I need to find two more kids to pull in. The class was full but then two kids checked out of our school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see each group for 30 minutes and I have five minutes between each group to walk around and find my next group of students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those classes take place from 8:15 - 11:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11:00 I pull in fourth grade students for testing. I am doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IRI's&lt;/span&gt; on them. An &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IRI&lt;/span&gt; is an Individual Reading Inventory. It is a test that can be used to find a student's strengths and weaknesses as a reader. It also finds the reader's various reading levels. Once I finish testing them I will start working with a group of them on their weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lunch around 12:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12:35 I go into a third grade classroom to work with kids who are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt; with various aspects of reading. The third graders are getting ready to take the Reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt; test on March 3rd. If a child does not pass this test they will not be promoted to fourth grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are given two more opportunities to pass the test, but once a child has failed the test, self esteem issues and test anxiety usually set in and make it even worse for a child who probably already struggles in reading. This is why the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt; test is referred to as a &lt;strong&gt;High Stakes&lt;/strong&gt; test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1:30 I pick up a group of students for my dyslexia group. I use a program called Language! with these students that so far, I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2:30 I have my conference period. This is when I gather all of my materials for the next day, make copies, return e-mails, have meetings, you name it and it gets crammed into this 45 minutes of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3:15 the bell rings. Since I no longer have a class of my own I do not tutor regularly. I do step in and tutor for other teachers when they are absent or have to leave early. If I do not tutor, I continue to prepare for the next day, week, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also coach DI, which stands for Destination Imagination, at least one day a week after school. Our big competition is coming up in March so we will also be meeting on Saturdays to get prepared for that. The kids are having a good time and have really learned a lot. Regardless of how they do at competition, we have had a great year in DI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created my own lesson plan format to keep track of all of my groups and what we are going in each group. I also have to document skills the children are succeeding at and skills that the children are still struggling with. If students are struggling with a skill, I then have to find an alternate activity and reteach that skill. The results of &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; activity also have to be documented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this is due to R.T.I. which is short for Response to Intervention. R.T.I. is difficult to explain. Basically, every child who struggles needs to be identified. A plan needs to be created for each child and that child's progress is monitored as they work through that plan. (See what I mean about being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; to explain??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this turned into a really long entry. Sorry about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-6756127573373242652?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/6756127573373242652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=6756127573373242652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6756127573373242652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6756127573373242652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/02/settling-into-my-new-job.html' title='Settling into my new job'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-916807082749365554</id><published>2009-02-01T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T05:39:27.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Best Christmas Present EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295411460805695234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SX0UqtTbFwI/AAAAAAAAAgA/rtC5jlcEod8/s400/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work with the best people in the world. Seriously. When I went to work there 10 years ago (in the middle of the school year) everyone welcomed me with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school secretary is the nicest, most kind hearted person you will ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spoils my kids rotten! Even Meagan, who no longer goes to my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Garrett started kindergarten he knew he could always count on Ms. M. for a treat and a carton of chocolate milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. M. bought the Garrett this gift for Christmas. It a full of little sticks and marbles that are magnetized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was Garrett's gift, both kids have played with it non-stop since he opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SX0UrJRA9sI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/DSX736SDY3g/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295411468311787202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SX0UrJRA9sI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/DSX736SDY3g/s400/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SX0Uq4Zv5yI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fB005PFz6bc/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295411463785015074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SX0Uq4Zv5yI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fB005PFz6bc/s400/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SX0UqaUDoOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/399YU0upef8/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295411455708078306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SX0UqaUDoOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/399YU0upef8/s400/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Garrett makes letters with the sticks, reins for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Webkinz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reindeer&lt;/span&gt;, a racetrack for his car to follow - you name it and he's made it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He practices patterning, his colors, counting, and he doesn't even know it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much Ms. M! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(She bought Meagan a really cute purse but I can't find the picture I took of it right now. Oops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-916807082749365554?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/916807082749365554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=916807082749365554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/916807082749365554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/916807082749365554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-christmas-present-ever.html' title='Best Christmas Present EVER!'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SX0UqtTbFwI/AAAAAAAAAgA/rtC5jlcEod8/s72-c/IMG_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-4734156029500574632</id><published>2009-01-26T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:55:00.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><title type='text'>I'm still here</title><content type='html'>. . . just in case anyone is wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a busy week at school. I tested almost 30 kids from three different grade levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met with the new teacher daily to make sure she was ready for the next day, had a parent meeting with third grade teachers/parents about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt; test, looked for/confirmed science fair judges, met with a reading consultant with third and fourth grades, tutored in a fourth grade class one afternoon, had DI practice, prepared materials for mocks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt; tests, gathered materials for DI and took a field trip for DI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I took my DI kids (along with DI kids from 4 other schools) to Corpus for a field trip in order to get ready for the big meet in March. On Sunday I took it easy. I went to a friend's house and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrapbooked&lt;/span&gt; and then came home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scrapbooked&lt;/span&gt; some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I do any laundry?? NO. Guess what I'll be doing in the evenings this week? Mom?? Are you reading this? (Hint, Hint :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week doesn't look like it will be any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a meeting today after school to wrap up organizing the school science fair, I will tutor tomorrow, will have DI on Wednesday, and go to the doctor on Thursday after school. I also want to go to a Pampered Chef party Thursday evening. Mom?? Are you reading this? I'll pick you up around . . . oh, I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; when the party is. I'll pick you up at some point on Thursday evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school science fair is on Friday so I'll be busy with that and I need to get classes started -today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have to get my personal kids' science fair projects going as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else is up for a busy week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-4734156029500574632?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/4734156029500574632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=4734156029500574632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4734156029500574632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4734156029500574632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-4178256815832966830</id><published>2009-01-20T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:26:59.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elaine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crystal'/><title type='text'>You have to see it to believe it</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I went to Houston to visit with my old friends Crystal and Elaine. I have talked about both of them here before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crystal - Elaine - Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXKbsRvJLfI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1GUbPwQ0kSE/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292463697091440114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXKbsRvJLfI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1GUbPwQ0kSE/s400/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crystal recently moved back to Texas after having lived in Colorado for the past several years. Elaine has lived in Houston for a couple of years now. Elaine is an artist -&lt;a href="http://elainebradford.com/"&gt; check out her website here&lt;/a&gt; - and had a show opening in Houston last Friday night. It is located at the Art League of Houston in case you are interested. This show was like no other I've ever seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine's sculptures are of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;taxidermied&lt;/span&gt; animals (she rescues them off of eBay - she doesn't hunt) that have custom made crocheted sweaters. She totally outdid herself with this show - if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did Elaine create several new sculptures, she also created habitats for each animal/group of animals, had a gift shop, had brochures, etc. She created everything she would need for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXKbr0ZqSwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Zqx0xl_vaL8/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292463689216707330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXKbr0ZqSwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Zqx0xl_vaL8/s400/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXKbrubMxlI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LZjTJV_LTQM/s1600-h/IMG_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292463687612548690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXKbrubMxlI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LZjTJV_LTQM/s400/IMG_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXKaaTUHkFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/O3vm7OY8Zd0/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292462288765685842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXKaaTUHkFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/O3vm7OY8Zd0/s400/IMG_0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXKaZx8wjfI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sZq3MIXvYg4/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292462279809338866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXKaZx8wjfI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sZq3MIXvYg4/s400/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXKaZ5vh71I/AAAAAAAAAew/zfLjciz7V7o/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292462281901338450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXKaZ5vh71I/AAAAAAAAAew/zfLjciz7V7o/s400/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXKaZm_Y64I/AAAAAAAAAeo/FAuTc6Rs-2s/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292462276867582850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXKaZm_Y64I/AAAAAAAAAeo/FAuTc6Rs-2s/s400/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was totally awesome. My pictures DO NOT do her exhibits justice. Part of that is my fault - new camera and all - and the other part is ALL OF THE PEOPLE THAT WERE THERE! The place was SO packed Crystal and I couldn't even see Elaine while she was giving her artist talk, let alone hear her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elaine, I am so proud of you. I can remember how you wanted to be an artist even when we were kids. It isn't everyday when you have a friend who has followed her dreams. I love to tell people that I have this really cool friend who is an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations - all of your hard work paid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Do I sound like a teacher or what???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-4178256815832966830?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/4178256815832966830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=4178256815832966830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4178256815832966830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4178256815832966830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-have-to-see-it-to-believe-it.html' title='You have to see it to believe it'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXKbsRvJLfI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1GUbPwQ0kSE/s72-c/IMG_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-1953693370364618463</id><published>2009-01-19T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:42:14.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>If you can read this, thank a teacher</title><content type='html'>I know these pictures aren't the best but I just had to have proof of what Garrett is able to do.  Ignore my upside down name in black.  He wrote his name and dog and log.  Earlier in the evening he made dog with the magnetic letters on our refrigerator.  I then asked him about making log.  I was wondering if he could make the word family connection.  He is doing great with rhyming so I want him to know that by finding rhyming words you have more words you can write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then wrote Go Go Go Fast.  After he wrote it, he read it to me several times.  Each time he read it to me he pointed to the word he was saying - moving his finger with each word he said.  The rectangle is a period that got a little big as he was drawing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote fast by saying the word slowly and stretching out the sounds.  He did the same with dog while he was using the magnetic letters.  He mixed the letters up and then respelled it without stretching the sounds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXU35yXjcFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ChbjLBMpdmk/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293198402956521554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXU35yXjcFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ChbjLBMpdmk/s400/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He then flipped the box over and wrote his sentence again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXU35nzLxzI/AAAAAAAAAfg/qo7C2QiuSnY/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293198400119621426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXU35nzLxzI/AAAAAAAAAfg/qo7C2QiuSnY/s400/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not bad at all for a kid who didn't know any of his sounds at the beginning year - not bad at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, thank you Ms. P.  Garrett loves you and learns so much every day.  I can't even begin to tell you what a difference you are making in his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier in the evening he pointed out commas that he saw on the TV.  (They were showing a printed poster of some sort.  I can't remember what for now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-1953693370364618463?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/1953693370364618463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=1953693370364618463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/1953693370364618463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/1953693370364618463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-can-read-this-thank-teacher.html' title='If you can read this, thank a teacher'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SXU35yXjcFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ChbjLBMpdmk/s72-c/IMG_0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-2626760877298067294</id><published>2009-01-18T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:24:33.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prizes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winner'/><title type='text'>I won a prize!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago I entered a drawing for a huge assortment of wedding scrapbook materials and I just found out today that I won!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahrlin' at &lt;a href="http://dahrlin.blogspot.com/2009/01/giveaway-winner.html"&gt;Hello Dahrlin'&lt;/a&gt;  hosted the giveaway.  Click on the link to see what I've won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get the materials because ever since I started scrapbooking I have wanted to do a wedding album.  I even started on one time and HATED the way it looked.  Winning this package has renewed my interest in finally getting a new album and getting started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much Dahrlin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post about the package when I get it and keep everyone posted on the progress of my album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-2626760877298067294?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/2626760877298067294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=2626760877298067294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/2626760877298067294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/2626760877298067294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-won-prize.html' title='I won a prize!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-6861346434889510580</id><published>2009-01-16T17:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:13:47.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>This one's for you Mom!</title><content type='html'>I talked to my mom the other night and she let me know she wasn't happy that I hadn't updated my blog lately.  She wants to see pictures from trip to Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write a post about my trip to Houston tomorrow - I promise Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give everyone a quick job update - how's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new girl started on Monday.  She went to training on Monday with the other two girls who teach third grade.  I was all by myself and to be honest - I didn't know what to do with myself during my conference period!!  The three of us are totally attached at the hip and are always together during our conference period.  I went and did my work in the office just to be around other people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talked to V and E about it they said I was missed at training too.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vvvveeerrryyy&lt;/span&gt; quiet at lunch without me.  At least they are thinking about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday all of the third and fourth grade teachers went to training in Corpus.  I counted wrong when I requested our table at lunch because I was still counting myself as a third grade teacher!  (The training was good by the way.  It was given by Barry Lane.  He's written lots of books about teaching writing.  He's funny and the day went by really quickly.  If you are a teacher you know that is the sign of a good workshop - the day going by quickly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting on Wednesday Ms. S watched me and took notes.  As we had time we discussed the plans she will be responsible for, the students, routines, etc.  The kids were very receptive to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she was in charge for most of the afternoon and at the end of the day sat down with the kids and explained that on Tuesday she would be taking over.  We have a workday on Monday.  We (all four of us) will work together to get everything settled for all of them to start the new six weeks on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Ms. S. is going to do a great job.  The way that she works with the kids is excellent.  We planned on meeting each afternoon just to make sure she is set for the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leaving third grade has brought lots of other changes to the other two girls as well.  V is giving up planning her beloved math.  E is giving up her safety net of planning science and social studies.  I wouldn't be able to leave my class if I didn't have them there to step in and help Ms. S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really starting to hit me that I am no longer a third grade teacher.  A little part of me will always be a third grade teacher.  I feel so strongly about this because of all I have been through in room 6.  It's been a long road to get where I am today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to dawn on other people too.  L. an aide that has worked through thick and thin with me said, "Oh yeah, you won't be in here any more."  She then gave me the best compliment she ever could.  She told me she learned a lot from me.  That means so much to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I'll start working in my new room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come full circle.  I will be in room 10 which is the first classroom that I ever taught in.  I started teaching in January 2000.  I took over for a teacher who needed to leave in December. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have lesson plans due on Monday.  What am I going to do Sunday night?? (Or should I say Monday morning at 5:00 a.m.?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-6861346434889510580?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/6861346434889510580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=6861346434889510580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6861346434889510580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6861346434889510580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-ones-for-you-mom.html' title='This one&apos;s for you Mom!'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-3237908774874613488</id><published>2009-01-11T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:51:56.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nana Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday there was much whispering and giggling between Meagan and Garrett and much shushing by Jimmy. At 7:00, after asking the location of any glue sticks in our house, Jimmy and the kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt; into Meagan's room. Not one but two doors were closed in an effort to prevent me from seeing or hearing any goings on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I awoke Thursday morning and stumbled into the living room this is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290028994494308834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWn1V7xZoeI/AAAAAAAAAd4/81DiNbGnqJk/s400/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is truly wonderful. The gift means more to me than he will ever know. The fact that he took the time (over an hour) to make all of these letters with our kids and then stay up late to put them all in place means more to me than any gift he could have bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy, I love you and thank you so much for the banner. He also gave me a beautiful Willow Tree angel. My picture of it was too bright so it looks like a big blur. Digital photography hints anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Jimmy and I at my mom and dad's house on Thursday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWn18kC1OZI/AAAAAAAAAeg/l-0DOQ4M4RQ/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290029658139867538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWn18kC1OZI/AAAAAAAAAeg/l-0DOQ4M4RQ/s400/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is me with my mom and Meagan and Garrett. Garrett was obviously not happy about having to stop playing with his friend and pose for the picture. Meagan, on the other hand, is a total ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWn1XW0FMcI/AAAAAAAAAeY/7QNaVT4kcq8/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290029018933178818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWn1XW0FMcI/AAAAAAAAAeY/7QNaVT4kcq8/s400/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is me with Nana Mary. If you read this blog regularly you know that Nana is the mom of my best friend from when I was a kid. She is a big part of our lives. Love you Mary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWn1WxIXMDI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/IxzVvhF9M7k/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290029008817696818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWn1WxIXMDI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/IxzVvhF9M7k/s400/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my with my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Elice&lt;/span&gt;. We have known each 0&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ther&lt;/span&gt; since we were kids but in the last few years have become close friends. We scrapbook together and our kids are about the same age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWn1WaaBlbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/djsZ7AruozM/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290029002717762994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWn1WaaBlbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/djsZ7AruozM/s400/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am with the German Chocolate cake my mom made for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWn1WKbSjPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/anS_Sh-j88k/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290028998428101874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWn1WKbSjPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/anS_Sh-j88k/s400/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite feeling ill, my mom also made me a wonderful dinner. She made homemade roast with carrots and potatoes and gravy. YUM! Thank you so much Mom! One of these days I am actually going to learn how to make it myself. Garrett even asked me the next day if I knew how to make chicken like grandma did. I was puzzled by his question. He said, "You know, what we ate for dinner last night at Grandma's." I told him no, I don't know how to make chicken like that yet. (Especially since it was roast!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-3237908774874613488?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/3237908774874613488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=3237908774874613488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3237908774874613488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3237908774874613488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWn1V7xZoeI/AAAAAAAAAd4/81DiNbGnqJk/s72-c/IMG_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-8010212373241728501</id><published>2009-01-06T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T05:00:01.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>You need to listen to this album</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWDHSCtkKYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/_3dMotvyWBc/s1600-h/DC_-_offcial_crop_cvr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287445075312519554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWDHSCtkKYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/_3dMotvyWBc/s400/DC_-_offcial_crop_cvr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture is a little small but this is David Cook's first album.  And I LOVE it!  Santa put the CD in my stocking.  (How does Santa always know just what I want??) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?  You don't know who David Cook is? He won American Idol last May.  You can listen to two of his songs from my music reader over there on the right.  Just click on his name to hear his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David was amazing to watch on American Idol.  Week after week he would take all different types of artists and make their music his.  Really.  He made a Dolly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Parton&lt;/span&gt; song sound AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the entire album.  That hasn't happened to me in forever.  I usually buy a CD for one or two songs and never listen to the rest of the album because it just doesn't click with me.  Not true with this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for? Go buy his album!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to learn more about David Cook check out his official site by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.davidcookofficial.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  There's even a blog that he writes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-8010212373241728501?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/8010212373241728501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=8010212373241728501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8010212373241728501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8010212373241728501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-need-to-listen-to-this-album.html' title='You need to listen to this album'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWDHSCtkKYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/_3dMotvyWBc/s72-c/DC_-_offcial_crop_cvr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-9219001287116237506</id><published>2009-01-05T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T05:00:01.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Garrett the (Assistant) Builder</title><content type='html'>Garrett received some Legos for his birthday.  Here he is putting them together with the help of Jimmy.  Garrett did really well looking at the instructions and putting the Legos together.  He received a Batman set that came with Batman and Robin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy smile for the camera "Hurry up and take the picture Mom, I'm busy here," he seems to be saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-EwCunXlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Mhip-gtXP_E/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287090448457227858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-EwCunXlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Mhip-gtXP_E/s400/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying out an up close shot with my new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-EvWhyT-I/AAAAAAAAAbg/CWmeJClj0QM/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287090436592259042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-EvWhyT-I/AAAAAAAAAbg/CWmeJClj0QM/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop it already Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-B8b5PI_I/AAAAAAAAAbY/JqT-z03mo2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287087362836210674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-B8b5PI_I/AAAAAAAAAbY/JqT-z03mo2Y/s400/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is he is laughing at something Jimmy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-B8BbqvcI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/VLkDONhhfUo/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287087355732868546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-B8BbqvcI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/VLkDONhhfUo/s400/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-9219001287116237506?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/9219001287116237506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=9219001287116237506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/9219001287116237506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/9219001287116237506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/01/garrett-assistant-builder.html' title='Garrett the (Assistant) Builder'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-EwCunXlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Mhip-gtXP_E/s72-c/IMG_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-833365612038536162</id><published>2009-01-04T17:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:14:18.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Some layouts I recently finished</title><content type='html'>L - general pics      R - opening gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWFqMWk0bFI/AAAAAAAAAdw/FjsOSSm6Qd0/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287624197960658002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWFqMWk0bFI/AAAAAAAAAdw/FjsOSSm6Qd0/s400/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L - pool pics      R - water balloons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWFqMHI1ZuI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OKuanqaJx5c/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287624193816749794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWFqMHI1ZuI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OKuanqaJx5c/s400/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L - Waterburger Field Hooks game     R - fireworks pics from after the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWFqLplYLhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/8vSelwU2cco/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287624185883405842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWFqLplYLhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/8vSelwU2cco/s400/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - dinner at Friday's     R - Waterburger Field Hooks game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWFqLMlT8hI/AAAAAAAAAdY/z6euoKoI62U/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287624178098500114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWFqLMlT8hI/AAAAAAAAAdY/z6euoKoI62U/s400/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are a little blurry.  You can click on each picture to see it larger.  They are also in reverse order so start at the bottom to follow the "story."  These are the layouts from Meagan's 9th birthday.  We went to Corpus on her actual birthday to the movies, to dinner and to a Hooks game.  On Saturday she had a pool party at our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still learning how to use my new camera obviously.  If I use the flash the pictures are clear and crisp.  But when I do use the flash sometimes I get a shadow or a too bright spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any book or websites suggestions on learning to use the manual modes on the computer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWFqK95L4nI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/wbqoSMfulEs/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-833365612038536162?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/833365612038536162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=833365612038536162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/833365612038536162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/833365612038536162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-layouts-i-recently-finished.html' title='Some layouts I recently finished'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWFqMWk0bFI/AAAAAAAAAdw/FjsOSSm6Qd0/s72-c/IMG_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-2671182335732791351</id><published>2009-01-04T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:06:12.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera'/><title type='text'>Guess what I bought??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWC-_ZuCwnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/t-IbqOzdUEE/s1600-h/camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287435958978003570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWC-_ZuCwnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/t-IbqOzdUEE/s400/camera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I bought a new camera! It is a &lt;a href="http://www.bestbuy.com/site/olspage.jsp?skuId=9051045&amp;amp;type=product&amp;amp;id=1218012527719"&gt;Canon Power Shot SX10 IS&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The main reason I bought this one (well other than the fact that I couldn't afford the one I really want - a Rebel) was that it has a 20x zoom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It also has a burst option which allows you to push the button one time and the camera will take mulitple pictures.  This is a great feature for sports.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another reason I liked it was that it uses the same type of memory card that I already own for my Kodak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I looked at a Kodak that was similar to this Canon but Best Buy was out of them and didn't know when they were going to get any more in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The camera is a big step up from the Kodak I had.  It has tons of features that can be used when you aren't taking pictures on auto. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, here are my New Year's Resolutions (really it has to do with the camera - I promise):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to become a better photographer.  I have this nice new camera with lots of options and now I actually want to learn how to use them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people that I read regularly (their blogs that is) are doing something called Project 365.  I originally heard about it from Janelle at &lt;a href="http://yayasmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/project-365-or-better-known-as-my-goal.html"&gt;My Life&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a scrapbook where you take at least one picture each day of the year and then journal about it.  If you click on her link you can read more about it.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought this sounded really cool but am totally overwhelmed at the idea of adding another scrapbook project to the ones I've already got going (and am totally behind on!)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rachael at &lt;a href="http://schiranotriplets.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolutions.html#links"&gt;little bites of heaven&lt;/a&gt; has created a second blog where she plans to post her daily picture.  I thought that was a GREAT idea - no paper needed!  So, I may borrow her idea.  The bad news?  I already missed a day of taking pictures.  I didn't take a picture on January 2nd!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have some other resolutions but I am not firm on them yet - lets tackle one big goal at a time okay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. I went to work on Friday to start cleaning out my room/organizing and it was harder than I thought it was going to be!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-2671182335732791351?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/2671182335732791351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=2671182335732791351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/2671182335732791351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/2671182335732791351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-what-i-bought.html' title='Guess what I bought??'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SWC-_ZuCwnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/t-IbqOzdUEE/s72-c/camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-2081364960487889908</id><published>2009-01-03T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:41:52.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>My newly cleaned and organized scrapbook area</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is in the left hand corner of our living room. Our living room is a long rectangle with four doorways. Our furniture is mostly on the right hand side of the room so that leaves room on the left for my stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The table is a hand me down from my father. The blue organizer on the left is my birthday gift! (My birthday is on Jan. 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, the same day as Elvis. Thank you, Thank you very much.) The white organizer on the right is a hand me down from my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Elice&lt;/span&gt;. The green containers on the floor on the left are for my kids. I put anything in there that comes home from school, activities, etc. When I scrapbook about their school year I look through the bucket for things I want to include. I need a system for things that are too big for the scrapbook but that I still want to keep. Any ideas/suggestions??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big black bag under the table holds all of my paper. It is sorted in various &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;organizers&lt;/span&gt;/packages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, the table does block the front door but we never used it anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287095330662425506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-JMOXCo6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/WkZwX1hq6fg/s400/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue Organizer - top drawer - small punches, corner cutters, scissors, blades, adhesives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287095348224720530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-JNPyN_pI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7OjWjPqAjQw/s400/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second drawer - large and medium punches, chalk in the black bag (It is upside down so it doesn't dry out.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-LPYh3E7I/AAAAAAAAAcY/Zb3pFx_DtS4/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287097583955022770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-LPYh3E7I/AAAAAAAAAcY/Zb3pFx_DtS4/s400/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Third drawer - stencils, cutting tools&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-LO0Og_II/AAAAAAAAAcQ/OmyXC6W9WYc/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287097574210206850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-LO0Og_II/AAAAAAAAAcQ/OmyXC6W9WYc/s400/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fourth drawer - pens, open pages and page protectors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287138500645054482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-wdDE9aBI/AAAAAAAAAc4/gqxrKCLmvwY/s400/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fifth drawer - cutting patterns, personal trimmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-JM8IBjAI/AAAAAAAAAb4/PnRlu6-W7JU/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287095342947470338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-JM8IBjAI/AAAAAAAAAb4/PnRlu6-W7JU/s400/IMG_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my ribbon drawer. Ribbon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; boxes/photo mats are kept in the small white organizer on the top of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287099487003328226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-M-J77vuI/AAAAAAAAAcg/rLoLA4mZglE/s400/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here is a picture of part of my mantle. You can see all of the albums I own. The light purple one is Meagan's from birth to age 4. The red one is Meagan's for kinder to now (school stuff). The dark blue ones are family albums. The light blue one is Garrets birth to four album (I know I am behind . . . shh . . . just don't tell him!)  The pinkish one is Meagan's own album.  (Girl Scout trips, things she and I have done by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt;, etc.)  It doesn't make sense for Meagan to have two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; albums but I've already started them and they can't be combined so oh well.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287099493834434018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-M-jYmJeI/AAAAAAAAAco/CJtu8FCxBKE/s400/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, what are your hobbies?  (And do you have as much junk for them as I do??)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-2081364960487889908?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/2081364960487889908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=2081364960487889908' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/2081364960487889908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/2081364960487889908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-newly-cleaned-and-organized.html' title='My newly cleaned and organized scrapbook area'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV-JMOXCo6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/WkZwX1hq6fg/s72-c/IMG_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-7294318283761182875</id><published>2009-01-01T12:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:20:27.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year in pictures'/><title type='text'>2008: The Year in Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV07YjP7y8I/AAAAAAAAAaw/To78jamHMhM/s1600-h/Aug.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if my last post didn't tell you more about me than you ever wanted to know . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is our year in pictures. I got the idea from &lt;a href="http://schiranotriplets.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-year-in-brief-review.html"&gt;little bites of heaven &lt;/a&gt;who has a daughter and then toddler triplets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For another year in pictures check out &lt;a href="http://krististrio.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-in-pictures-review.html"&gt;Kristi's post &lt;/a&gt;on her blog Kristi's Trio. She also has a daughter and toddler triplets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0ziVV4NtI/AAAAAAAAAao/kQOydJ1wNFI/s1600-h/January.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286438202540308178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0ziVV4NtI/AAAAAAAAAao/kQOydJ1wNFI/s400/January.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0zh5hiLDI/AAAAAAAAAag/lui5n629g4A/s1600-h/Feb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286438195073002546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0zh5hiLDI/AAAAAAAAAag/lui5n629g4A/s400/Feb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0zhTCgqwI/AAAAAAAAAaY/4RIxC8EbCgo/s1600-h/March+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286438184742333186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0zhTCgqwI/AAAAAAAAAaY/4RIxC8EbCgo/s400/March+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0zhP1ZetI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zL_CF85Q_1M/s1600-h/March+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286438183882029778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0zhP1ZetI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zL_CF85Q_1M/s400/March+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0soLy_ahI/AAAAAAAAAaI/g8ujl5Kh764/s1600-h/April.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286430606475880978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0soLy_ahI/AAAAAAAAAaI/g8ujl5Kh764/s400/April.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0sn4_NsYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/BbuCRZU_NHY/s1600-h/May.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286430601426874754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0sn4_NsYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/BbuCRZU_NHY/s400/May.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0snaUTENI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/iY-ivnSdrWY/s1600-h/June.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286430593193808082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0snaUTENI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/iY-ivnSdrWY/s400/June.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0r2DubsRI/AAAAAAAAAZw/cosOeb09ml8/s1600-h/July.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286429745315819794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0r2DubsRI/AAAAAAAAAZw/cosOeb09ml8/s400/July.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286499928676397986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV1rrRHic6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/3GFC7yixOHg/s400/100_3807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0r0_MFyyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4bHbmUYb9gM/s1600-h/Sept.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286429726918167330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0r0_MFyyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4bHbmUYb9gM/s400/Sept.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0qs_aVGxI/AAAAAAAAAZY/yFsWoNJbQmI/s1600-h/Oct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286428490027309842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0qs_aVGxI/AAAAAAAAAZY/yFsWoNJbQmI/s400/Oct.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0qs1SMA6I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/IDdL6toemL0/s1600-h/Nov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286428487308805026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0qs1SMA6I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/IDdL6toemL0/s400/Nov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SV0qspciWdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/vSVNXvLCUzM/s1600-h/Dec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286428484130986450" style="DISPLAY: block; 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All &amp;amp; Sundry &lt;/a&gt;that is written by Linda. Each year she does this questionnaire and I decided to do it this year. Read on to find out more about me! (Like there's anything you don't already know about me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**If you don't read All &amp;amp; Sundry you should. She is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;terrific&lt;/span&gt; writer with two ADORABLE boys. She also recently committed herself to getting healthy with amazing results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Feel free to copy this and do it on your own blog - or in the comments section of my blog. If you do put your answers on your blog, will you let me know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a job as a reading specialist, took the kids to Houston on vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I even made any resolutions last year. I might make some this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, thank goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience with my children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;several that are school related - July, November, December all having to do with changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the new job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not being patient with my children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, Garrett struggled with sinus issues though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm thinking it will be the new camera I just bought but I haven't learned enough about it yet!&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my old one : ( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy's for putting up with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one that I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bills, eating out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new job! Garrett and Meagan doing well in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a) happier or sadder?&lt;/strong&gt; happier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b) thinner or fatter?&lt;/strong&gt; about the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c) richer or poorer?&lt;/strong&gt; about the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done more of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exercise, try to stay organized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What do you wish you’d done less of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be negative/complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in town as usual and had my parents over on Christmas Eve and then went to Jimmy's mom's house on Christmas Eve and for Christmas Day lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2008?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall in love a little more with Jimmy each day. He is always doing something for me. I mean the thoughtful things that he does like bringing stuff to me that I forgot at home, making sure I unplugged the iron for me (I call him almost every morning to ask that question!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST, Bones, House (I'm sorry, was I only supposed to name one??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Do you hate anyone now that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t hate this time last year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. What was the best book you read?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.schuylersmonsterblog.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Schuyler's Monster&lt;/em&gt; by Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rummel&lt;/span&gt; Hudson &lt;/a&gt;(I found his blog through All &amp;amp; Sundry too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. What did you want and get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of stuff - hubby spoils me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What did you want and not get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing - see #26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big movie person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 31 and I don't remember! I'm going to guess that we went to Chili's or my mom made roast and all of the trimmings - my two favorite dinner options. (In my defense my birthday is January 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; so I'm gearing up for my next one already. Last year's birthday was a long time ago!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to stick to a healthier eating/exercise plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's clean and doesn't need to be ironed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. What kept you sane?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The election. It was very interesting to see so many people finally get involved with something EVERYONE should be involved in all the time (voting) Of course, I am a total loser when it comes to understanding politics but I do vote each time an election rolls around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Who did you miss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends Amy and Emily who moved away in last few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??? I have no idea. I'm sure I met someone new this year but I am drawing a total blank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See #38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home by Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Daughtry&lt;/span&gt; - I tend to be a "grass is greener" type of person. I need to remember that what I've got is better than anything out there! (This is in relation to material things - nice houses, fancy cars, etc. The people I have in my life are more important that any of that stuff.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-653210878897447858?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/653210878897447858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=653210878897447858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/653210878897447858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/653210878897447858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-than-you-ever-wanted-to-know.html' title='More than you ever wanted to know'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-6954522107057763812</id><published>2008-12-30T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:25:05.662-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messes'/><title type='text'>My kitchen must hate me</title><content type='html'>I love to cook but HATE to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I made a &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/bobbys-goulash-recipe/index.html"&gt;Paula &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that actually did NOT call for a stick of butter. (If you've ever watched any of her shows you know that almost everything she makes starts with "melt a stick of butter" and then continues to be a high fat, rich something or other! The only thing I do different for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt; is not cook it as long as it says to after adding the macaroni. I also add a jar of mushrooms (drained) because I LOVE mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids even ate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also made corn muffins from a box to go with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;goulash&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was making the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;goulash&lt;/span&gt; I also made &lt;a href="http://www.joyofbaking.com/biscotti/AlmondBiscotti.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;biscotti&lt;/span&gt; cookies&lt;/a&gt; from scratch. They are good but seem like they are missing something. I thought I would look around on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; at other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;recipes&lt;/span&gt; to see if I could add anything else to them to make taste like the ones I buy at Half-Price Books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight I made hash browns (from scratch) for the first time ever. They were good but I think I started with too much oil so they were a little greasy. They were crispy on the outsides but in the middle they were mushier than I would have liked them to be. They did have a really good flavor though!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also made waffles, bacon, and scramble eggs tonight for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Needless to say, my kitchen is a HUGE mess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(I even had to wash forks so we would have something to eat dinner with tonight but shh . . . don't tell anyone!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-6954522107057763812?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/6954522107057763812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=6954522107057763812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6954522107057763812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6954522107057763812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-kitchen-must-hate-me.html' title='My kitchen must hate me'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-6598283183300538516</id><published>2008-12-30T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:00:00.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Christmas Day pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVhcizYJb4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/rGb_vfyylL0/s1600-h/santa+gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285075915696074626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVhcizYJb4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/rGb_vfyylL0/s400/santa+gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVhciXTQzUI/AAAAAAAAAY4/eGEoYlHGtVw/s1600-h/M+stocking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285075908159393090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVhciXTQzUI/AAAAAAAAAY4/eGEoYlHGtVw/s400/M+stocking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVhciRXuu7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/EL8Wi83jNqY/s1600-h/G+stocking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285075906567519154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVhciRXuu7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/EL8Wi83jNqY/s400/G+stocking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-6598283183300538516?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/6598283183300538516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=6598283183300538516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6598283183300538516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6598283183300538516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day-pictures.html' title='Christmas Day pictures'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVhcizYJb4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/rGb_vfyylL0/s72-c/santa+gifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-3227730400885358422</id><published>2008-12-29T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:00:01.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandpa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; I already wrote about our Christmas Eve but I wanted to show ya'll the pictures we took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I finally went to my mom's house and burned the pictures to a CD.  (Remember how I dropped my camera?  Because of the screen on my camera being broken, all of these pictures were taken on&lt;em&gt; her&lt;/em&gt; new camera.  But don't worry, I also got a new camera.  More about it later!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pictures of Meagan's baptism came out too dark so I am waiting for Jimmy's sister to send me the pictures she took. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny look on Garrett's face is partly his smile and partly his face being swollen.  Thankfully, the swelling went down on Christmas day.  He's feeling better now but still has lots of congestion.  Darn those fronts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVhX4p31ThI/AAAAAAAAAYY/5jpyvYNOEuQ/s1600-h/kids+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285070793543601682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVhX4p31ThI/AAAAAAAAAYY/5jpyvYNOEuQ/s400/kids+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my parents with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVhX4bTBWgI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qGPQGLZ1YpA/s1600-h/kids+Grands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285070789631105538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVhX4bTBWgI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qGPQGLZ1YpA/s400/kids+Grands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett shows off one of his gifts.  It is a 60 piece puzzle of a farm scene.  He was able to put it together all by himself today.  Someone (not me bacause jigsaw puzzles drive me &lt;strong&gt;nuts&lt;/strong&gt;!) has taught him the proper way to put a puzzle together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVhX4KVgQuI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9vV1jnUclqo/s1600-h/family+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285072361455763922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVhZT6zOQdI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2h2HOVwGS5Q/s400/G+puzzle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandpa helps Garrett open a breakable gift.  It is a figuine of a fireman.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285072353518157458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVhZTdOv_pI/AAAAAAAAAYg/meMhwMqK1oc/s400/Dad+G+figurine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have lots of other pictures but they are turned the wrong way right now.  I'll post them as soon as I figure out how to get them turned the right way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-3227730400885358422?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/3227730400885358422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=3227730400885358422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3227730400885358422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3227730400885358422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve-pictures.html' title='Christmas Eve Pictures'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVhX4p31ThI/AAAAAAAAAYY/5jpyvYNOEuQ/s72-c/kids+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-83375206515916379</id><published>2008-12-28T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:34:56.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profoundly Seth'/><title type='text'>Profoundly Seth</title><content type='html'>So, it's Christmas break for me and instead of cleaning and organizing my house the way I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be, I've been spending some extra time on the computer. I know, you are shocked at this revelation of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I recently found a blog called &lt;a href="http://www.profoundlyseth.com/"&gt;Profoundly Seth&lt;/a&gt;. I found it through the Not Me! Monday blog post on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MckMomma's&lt;/span&gt; blog (click on the black and white picture on the right of the screen to see that blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog tells the story of Seth who is profoundly deaf. His mom writes about her life with him and his brother and sister. Seth is a candidate for a cochlear implant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been interested in implants since hearing about them on ER (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I know TV shows are not good medical sources, anyway) and reading about a &lt;a href="http://micropreemietwins.blogspot.com/"&gt;micro-preemie twin who has an implant&lt;/a&gt; on a different blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm nosy and reading other peoples' blogs allows me a glimpse into their lives okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check out &lt;a href="http://www.profoundlyseth.com/"&gt;Profoundly Seth!&lt;/a&gt; She's currently hosting a give away to celebrate her site receiving 10,000 hits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-83375206515916379?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/83375206515916379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=83375206515916379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/83375206515916379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/83375206515916379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-its-christmas-break-for-me-and.html' title='Profoundly Seth'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-7303196611433140908</id><published>2008-12-28T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:15:22.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gingerbread house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Watch out Chef Duff</title><content type='html'>Mom came over last week with one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-made gingerbread kits. Even the icing was easy to make - all you had to do was add water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started at the top of the house where Garrett insisted on making a pattern with the gum drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma Silly&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(my mom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284992888718675122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVgRB_yKzLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/t9iz4pG3l9U/s400/101_0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284992905011498866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVgRC8erj3I/AAAAAAAAAW4/ISa1VHVZWSI/s400/101_0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284992896814742722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVgRCd8a_MI/AAAAAAAAAWw/09fuOHopvzI/s400/101_0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVgSy2JkjuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/9ySGjpOMfSs/s1600-h/101_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284994827457695458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVgSy2JkjuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/9ySGjpOMfSs/s400/101_0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A pastry chef in the making??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Meagan has a try with the icing. She realized that it isn't as easy as it looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVgSx0jjpBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/xm6RhIJa2jI/s1600-h/101_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284994809849947154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVgSx0jjpBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/xm6RhIJa2jI/s400/101_0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brotherly and Sisterly Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please ignore all of the junk on the desk behind the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284995327491151170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVgTP861lUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/aYOQgFU6hX4/s400/101_0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our finished gingerbread house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We copied this wreath from the picture on the box - not exactly the same - but close enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284995317898930178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVgTPZL36AI/AAAAAAAAAX4/CEqyQ65nI80/s400/101_0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thanks Grandma Silly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had&lt;em&gt; lots&lt;/em&gt; of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-7303196611433140908?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/7303196611433140908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=7303196611433140908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7303196611433140908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7303196611433140908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/watch-out-cheff-duff.html' title='Watch out Chef Duff'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVgRB_yKzLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/t9iz4pG3l9U/s72-c/101_0056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-4039255410661237876</id><published>2008-12-26T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T06:13:16.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Blair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elaine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crystal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>Christmas Day was also really good at our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan woke us up at 6:59.  "Mom, it's seven!  Can we please get up now??"  (She was under strict orders to wake us up before she went into the living room to see what Santa left her.  A few years ago she woke up, took all of her stuff to her room, and was getting toys out of their boxes before we woke up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett was still asleep so we left him alone and went with Meagan into the living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was thrilled with her gift from Santa.  (I would be too for that matter!)  She received an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nano&lt;/span&gt; and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; gift card.  Her stocking was also full of goodies.  She got a High School Musical 3 game for her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;, some bangle bracelets, socks, some candy, and lots of other little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his stocking Jimmy got a new equipment bag for kickball, some duplicate line-up sheets for kickball, Reece's Peanut Butter cups, and other odds and ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my stocking I got new socks, the new David Cook CD (which is awesome!), some new pens, an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; gift card, some candy, and various items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett finally woke up around 8:00 or so.  Santa left him a silver Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; and a Mario game.  In his stocking he got an M&amp;amp;M racing game for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;, a cover for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;, a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt; kit, and lots of other goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made homemade biscuits and bacon and eggs for breakfast.  After we ate Jimmy broke out the Batman Lego game for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; that the kids got the night before and I spent a while on the computer figuring out how to download music into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;iPods&lt;/span&gt; Meagan and I received.  Meagan bought Taylor Swift and Jonas Brothers songs with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; gift cards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Grandma and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pawpaw&lt;/span&gt; Blair's for Christmas lunch and enjoyed visiting with family.  We also opened our stockings that Santa and Grandma Blair fill for us there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine came by and visited with us before she went back to Houston last night.  (She is very busy with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;preparations&lt;/span&gt; for her show which opens on January 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also talked to Crystal who is in town for the holiday.  We made plans to get together today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Christmas was great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures once I have a chance to download them from my mom's camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-4039255410661237876?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/4039255410661237876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=4039255410661237876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4039255410661237876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4039255410661237876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-7324209115403264874</id><published>2008-12-25T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:49:57.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;We had a wonderful Christmas Eve and Christmas day here at our house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;On Christmas Eve, we went to church for the evening service. Meagan was baptised along with another member of the church. It was a beautiful service and, of course, I cried. My mom and dad attended along with Jimmy's mom and two of his sisters and their families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;After church we went back to our house and opened gifts with Grandma Silly and Grandpa. Garrett received lots of Batman goodies and Meagan was thrilled the money that Grandma and Grandpa gave her. The money is for her to go shopping for clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Mom and Dad gave me my very own mixer! (I guess Mom is tired of me always borrowing hers!) What I am very impressed about with the mixer is that Mom and Dad went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart on Black Friday to buy it. If you know my dad, you know how amazing that is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Jimmy gave me a beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.willowtree.info/"&gt;Willow Tree&lt;/a&gt; angel &lt;a href="http://www.demdaco.com/detail.aspx?ID=10219"&gt;"Mother and Daughter."&lt;/a&gt; He said he felt it fit the theme of the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;After a dinner of assorted snacks/finger foods went went to Grandma and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pawpaw&lt;/span&gt; Blair's house. We opened gifts there (I got a gift certificate to Barnes and Noble :) Can't wait to go buy some new books!) Meagan and Garrett got lots of toys and Jimmy got an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Astros&lt;/span&gt; t-shirt and Miami Dolphins salt and pepper shakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;All of Jimmy's sisters and their husbands and Jimmy and I do a gift exchange. We call it White Elephant. Everyone draws a number and then you open gifts according to the number you drew. You can also "steal" other gifts that have been opened before yours. I came home with $20 in lottery tickets and Jimmy came home with a serving platter that can be kept warm. Of course, Jimmy and I agreed to trade gifts when we got home :) He won $14 off of the lottery tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;We got home really late and tucked our kiddos into bed. Garrett was feeling really miserable. He had sneezed and blown his nose ALL DAY and his eyes were almost swollen shut. Whatever blew in with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;latest&lt;/span&gt; front REALLY bothered his allergies. Wait until you see the pictures - he looked terrible. He even took a nap during the day on Christmas Eve. When he fell asleep I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; he was feeling bad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-7324209115403264874?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/7324209115403264874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=7324209115403264874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7324209115403264874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7324209115403264874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-we-had-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-7729784862541132955</id><published>2008-12-24T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:41:04.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Pixies Before and After</title><content type='html'>Baking update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I forgot to take a picture of the dough before I rolled it into balls.  The dough is really thick and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chocolatey&lt;/span&gt;.  You roll it into balls and then roll the balls in powdered sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVJq_uXDGLI/AAAAAAAAAWY/N2ZKVVhN2xQ/s1600-h/100_4294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283402955868018866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVJq_uXDGLI/AAAAAAAAAWY/N2ZKVVhN2xQ/s400/100_4294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After you bake them they look like this.  Yes, they are extremely messy.  My table is still covered with powdered sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283402957798139154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVJq_1jOZRI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RB4utP3HYlA/s400/100_4297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry the pictures aren't straight.  I dropped my camera the other day and broke the screen.  It still takes pictures (obviously) but you can't see what you are taking a picture of until after you download it to the computer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; I still need to make more gingerbread men at some point today.  They are Jimmy's sister Tina's favorite cookie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-7729784862541132955?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/7729784862541132955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=7729784862541132955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7729784862541132955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7729784862541132955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/chocolate-pixies-before-and-after.html' title='Chocolate Pixies Before and After'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVJq_uXDGLI/AAAAAAAAAWY/N2ZKVVhN2xQ/s72-c/100_4294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-4836625036154345237</id><published>2008-12-24T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:57:26.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kickball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><title type='text'>This post has nothing to do with Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVJoWMIRy9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/jAkbqPcRW_I/s1600-h/100_4264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283400043281370066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVJoWMIRy9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/jAkbqPcRW_I/s400/100_4264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVJoVnWUuXI/AAAAAAAAAWI/MczUlcQV5t4/s1600-h/100_4263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283400033408170354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVJoVnWUuXI/AAAAAAAAAWI/MczUlcQV5t4/s400/100_4263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jimmy recently coached winter kickball for the first time.  He coached with another kickball friend of ours.  (Neither one of them had enough girls for a full team so they combined the two teams.)  I didn't do much coaching wise this time because I was busy taking Garrett to soccer practice and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This league is run by the Boys and Girls club - not the Little Miss Kickball organization.  Each girl gets to kick no matter how many are on the team and you can sub players on the field every inning, not just at the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; quarter.  No official score was kept and there were no rules other than three strikes and you are out and three outs in each half of the inning.  A total of five teams played in the junior division.  All of the teams &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; one were coaches that we played with in the spring league.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meagan had fun and even scored a few runs this year.  It was very different playing in the winter instead of spring/summer.  We actually wore sweats and jackets to the games for the most part!  It's also more difficult to practice when it gets dark at 6:00!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pictures were taken right before the last game of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-4836625036154345237?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/4836625036154345237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=4836625036154345237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4836625036154345237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4836625036154345237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-post-has-nothing-to-do-with.html' title='This post has nothing to do with Christmas'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SVJoWMIRy9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/jAkbqPcRW_I/s72-c/100_4264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-3615201049711225583</id><published>2008-12-22T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:20:04.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>It's starting to smell like Christmas around here</title><content type='html'>Last weekend the kids and I made some cookies to take to their teachers at school.  We made gingerbread men, chocolate pixies, and forgotten cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the dough for the gingerbread men and rolled and cut them out.  Once I put them on the pan Garrett placed the eyes and buttons on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SU-tpjDrSII/AAAAAAAAAV0/E0V5gO5i9hk/s1600-h/100_4274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282631817225783426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SU-tpjDrSII/AAAAAAAAAV0/E0V5gO5i9hk/s400/100_4274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282631832606282162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SU-tqcWrEbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UYI4sTfO_Ik/s400/100_4275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We gave away (or ate) all of the gingerbread men so I plan on making some more in the next couple of days.  Next time I will try to get an "after" picture when they come out of the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chocolate pixies went so fast I didn't even get a single picture of them!  They are these wonderful brownie like cookies that you roll in powdered sugar before you bake them.  When you bite into them, powdered sugar falls everywhere.  I also made the dough for these cookies and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meagan&lt;/span&gt; rolled the dough into balls and then rolled the balls in the powdered sugar.  I did the actual baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forgotten cookies are super easy.  They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meringue&lt;/span&gt; cookies with chocolate chips folded in.  I don't like them but several people at work do so I made them.  They are SUPER easy to make (especially if you borrow a big fancy mixer from your mom like I did) and take next to nothing to make.  To make 45 cookies you only need 2 egg whites, a 2/3 cup of sugar and one cup of chocolate chips.  This year I used the mini morsels since the cookies themselves are pretty small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to make more cookies today.  I LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;biscotti&lt;/span&gt; and have wanted to try to make it for years, but I have just never gotten around to it.  I am going to make plain almond &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;biscotti&lt;/span&gt;.  I love to dunk it in my hot chocolate.  Of course, it is going to be 80 degrees here on Christmas so I don't know if I'll be drinking any hot chocolate.  Why can't the weather get the message that I want it cold on Christmas Eve and Christmas day, not two days prior??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post later with a baking update!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-3615201049711225583?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/3615201049711225583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=3615201049711225583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3615201049711225583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3615201049711225583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-starting-to-smell-like-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s starting to smell like Christmas around here'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SU-tpjDrSII/AAAAAAAAAV0/E0V5gO5i9hk/s72-c/100_4274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-1122460521833228828</id><published>2008-12-21T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:01:15.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Holiday Crafts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SU6exxB7KoI/AAAAAAAAAVs/0HEdBDeXGsw/s1600-h/100_4215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282333990764358274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SU6exxB7KoI/AAAAAAAAAVs/0HEdBDeXGsw/s400/100_4215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SU6exsMEDwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AycQc-Y2WzM/s1600-h/100_4214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282333989464706818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SU6exsMEDwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AycQc-Y2WzM/s400/100_4214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom bought Garrett and Meagan these cute craft kits for Christmas.  Garrett's kit contained magnets for the refrigerator.  He had a santa, a snowman, and a penguin.  He really had a lot of fun gluing them together.  He was able to do most it all by himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meagan made ornaments for the tree.  She had a snowflake and a wreath.  She got to use glitter so she of course had a lot of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Grandma Silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-1122460521833228828?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/1122460521833228828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=1122460521833228828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/1122460521833228828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/1122460521833228828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-crafts.html' title='Holiday Crafts'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SU6exxB7KoI/AAAAAAAAAVs/0HEdBDeXGsw/s72-c/100_4215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-5930704400912113637</id><published>2008-12-21T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T05:28:13.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Jimmy!</title><content type='html'>Twelve years ago today I married the man of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was 21 and I was 19. I was a college sophomore, commuting one hour each way two days a week for college and working five nights a week at the local bowling alley. (Which incidentally, is where we met. My mom actually met Jimmy first and introduced us.) Jimmy was working six days a week for his dad at his service station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been dating for four years. Our first date was on November 14, 1992. I was 15 and he was 17. We went to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the movie we were shushed by the people in front of us for talking. After the movie, he took me home. We then talked on the phone for most of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were married in a baptist church &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surrounded&lt;/span&gt; my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that many people thought it wouldn't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine months later when I was a college junior, I found out I was pregnant with Meagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Meagan was 18 months old, I graduated from college with a Bachelor's Degree in Interdisciplinary Studies. I took several tests and became a certified teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars must have been aligned correctly because I had a full time teaching job lined up the day I crossed the stage to receive my diploma. I was the first person in either of our families to have earned a college degree. I like to think that my parents' (and a lot of other people of course) dream came true that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later I began to work at the school where I still work today. A few weeks after that I started school once again. This time my goal was to earn a Master's Degree in reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 6, 2002 our son Garrett was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 14, 2002 I crossed that stage once again, this time earning that master's degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I was promoted to Reading Specialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams really do come true for those that work hard and are willing to sacrifice things like free time and fancy cars and Jimmy was always there working (at work and at home) to make sure I was able to fulfill my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't always been easy but I always knew that I could do whatever I set out to because Jimmy was there behind me, standing just off stage, supporting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is quiet to my constant chatter. He is patient and calm to my hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;headedness&lt;/span&gt;. He puts clothes in the dryer for me and washes dishes and bathes kids and gives them medicine and brings me lunch and helps me grade papers (red pen only for him please!) and a million other things that I know I am forgetting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of all this? Jimmy, I love you and my life would not be complete without you. You are the reason I am who I am today and for that I will be forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for being a wonderful husband and my best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-5930704400912113637?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/5930704400912113637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=5930704400912113637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/5930704400912113637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/5930704400912113637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-anniversary-jimmy.html' title='Happy Anniversary Jimmy!'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-6571817337451146136</id><published>2008-12-20T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:54:05.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>My new title shall be . . .</title><content type='html'>Reading Specialist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the news yesterday. My principal called me into the office at 2:00 or so and gave me the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go back from break (January 5th) we will start interviewing people to fill my teaching position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the district hires someone, I will team teach with that person for a week or two and then get started on being the Reading Specialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have two weeks off for Christmas so I plan on going in and organizing my room and packing up some of my stuff to get it out of the way. I won't pull everything that is mine out of my room right now. For one, I have no where to put extra stuff and two, it wouldn't be fair to my kids to take everything that they are familiar with away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by the end of January I can have classes of my own started. I am really excited to work with kids from all of the different grade levels.  I have spent the last 10 years working with 8 -10 year olds and think I will really enjoy the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be working with dyslexic students using the Language! program that our district has adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what room I will be in now. Our old specialist used part of the computer lab but that isn't the plan for me. I think we are going to move some things around in another room to give me a new classroom of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited about it but I don't think it is going to totally sink in until I actually start setting up my new space and setting up groups and lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that leaving the classroom full time is going to be hard.  I cried on Wednesday when one of my students moved to Houston so I can only imagine how it is going to be to leave 19 of them at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to REALLY miss my teammates.  I have posted before about how well we work together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that I will still be on the same campus.  The more I learn about where I work the more I am convinced that there is truly no place like home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-6571817337451146136?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/6571817337451146136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=6571817337451146136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6571817337451146136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6571817337451146136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-title-shall-be.html' title='My new title shall be . . .'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-3302095098170118418</id><published>2008-12-15T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:15:11.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading Conference'/><title type='text'>Gulp . . . I hope I don't regret it . . .</title><content type='html'>I just submitted a proposal for a reading conference in April.  This conference is held each spring at the college that I graduated from.  The man that talked me into getting a master's degree in reading is now running the doctoral program at this college.  This is the college that I would love to go back to and attend the doctoral program.  I actually enjoy going to school and attending class.  I'm a nerd like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the proposal I typed up sounds good but what will they think??  I usually don't care too much about what people think but these are people that I admire for their education and impact on the reading community.  My former professor is a past president of the International Reading Association.  He's well known far and wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done anything with the college for the last several years because of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; to my school and kids.  Lots of activities that the college does are at night or on the weekends.  I tutor two to three days a week after school and on LOTS of Saturdays.  I have been away from the academic side of my life for several years and lately I really find myself missing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consultants&lt;/span&gt; that I work with through my school is currently working on her dissertation at the college so I love to talk school with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm finally ready to jump back into the world of academia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-3302095098170118418?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/3302095098170118418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=3302095098170118418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3302095098170118418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3302095098170118418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/gulp-i-hope-i-dont-regret-it.html' title='Gulp . . . I hope I don&apos;t regret it . . .'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-105585496079646130</id><published>2008-12-14T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T11:10:18.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baptism'/><title type='text'>Playing around with the self timer on my camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SUVYsrS74iI/AAAAAAAAAU4/I0xAWvdFQCQ/s1600-h/100_4273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279723662721409570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SUVYsrS74iI/AAAAAAAAAU4/I0xAWvdFQCQ/s400/100_4273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to try about 5 times to get this one and people were getting frustrated so I stopped with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to church this morning - which is why we are all dressed up on a Sunday morning and my hair is done and I have make-up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the service - which was very moving for me - I always feel like Brother R. can read my mind when he preaches - we talked to the pastor about Meagan being baptised.  She has been wanting to for a while but I have been a slacker mom.  Anyway, she will be baptised on Christmas Eve.  How perfect is that?  Like Jimmy said, I can't think of a better time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now doing laundry and trying to keep the kids quiet so Jimmy can watch the Dolphins.  They are in the running for first place in their division which is FANTASTIC seeing as they only won one game all of last season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to do dishes so I can roll out, cut out, and bake the gingerbread men I want to send to Meagan's teachers this week.  I borrowed my mom's heavy duty mixer and made one batch of dough last night.  I love how all of the spices make the kitchen smell.  I'll try and post some pictures of them when I am done with them - if anyone of them make it long enough to be photographed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-105585496079646130?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/105585496079646130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=105585496079646130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/105585496079646130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/105585496079646130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/playing-around-with-self-timer-on-my.html' title='Playing around with the self timer on my camera'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SUVYsrS74iI/AAAAAAAAAU4/I0xAWvdFQCQ/s72-c/100_4273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-7382464935600619901</id><published>2008-12-14T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:56:27.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>100th Post??  More job ramblings . . .</title><content type='html'>Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am still waiting for news about the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me fill in a little information about the job that I interviewed for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three weeks into the school year our Reading Specialist was moved to central office to fill an open position in the testing department.  As soon as I heard Mrs. S. would be leaving, I called my principal and let her know that I was interested in the job and that I have a Master's Degree in Reading and hold a Reading Specialist Certificate in our state.  (She's new to our campus this year and I wasn't sure if she knew I had a Master's Degree.)  I then contacted our personnel director and let him know of my interest in the job and sent him an official letter of interest with an attachment explaining my degree/certification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Thanksgiving break I saw in our local newspaper that they were advertising for several open positions in my district.  The Reading Specialist job was one of those positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to school after the break I called the personnel director just to check in and see what was going on with the position.  He said that my principal should be holding interviews soon and hopefully a decision would be made before the Christmas holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day the secretary told me that my interview was scheduled for Thursday morning (the next morning!!) at 9:00!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home after school and couldn't focus on anything!!  I brushed up on my dyslexia information and read some interview questions on the internet (you can find anything on there I swear!) and redid my resume.  I finally went to bed around midnight.  Walking to bed I remembered about some experiences I had working at the college that I did not include on my resume, so I set the alarm for 5:00 a.m.   I woke up with my alarm and redid my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the interview went well.  At first my heart was pounding but as I started answering questions I relaxed.  There was one question that I felt I really didn't have a good answer for but as I answered the next question it helped answer the other one.  (I have NO idea if that sentence makes any sense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was on December 4th.  I know there were several other interviews. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow starts the last week of school before the holidays.  I would LOVE to find out before the holidays so that I can either move my stuff around (if I get the job!) and get my room ready for a new teacher to come in and take over my class (sniff, sniff, I can't imagine leaving my kids) OR so I can cry all of Christmas Break and adjust to the fact that someone else will be the Reading Specialist! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do get the job I will be working with small groups of kids who are at-risk in reading.  I will be working with kids from all grade levels K-4 and with teachers to help them help their students.  I will still write lesson plans but instead of lesson plans for whole group lessons they will be for small groups.  I will also work closely with the teacher who takes my place to get her settled in and make the transition a smooth one for my students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-7382464935600619901?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/7382464935600619901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=7382464935600619901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7382464935600619901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7382464935600619901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/100th-post-more-job-ramblings.html' title='100th Post??  More job ramblings . . .'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-7995839908749807245</id><published>2008-12-10T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:49:03.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Pins and Needles</title><content type='html'>First of all, I am totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt; about my number of blog posts I have done. My archive says I've only posted 98 posts but when I log in my number reads 100. So, anyway, my last post might have been my 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; post or my next post will be. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to post tonight because I noticed I had 10 hits today! So, I guess a few people are actually reading my blog. If you could, I would LOVE for you to leave me a comment. Just click on comment under the post and follow the directions. You can click on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt; if you do not have a blog or blog profile of your own. Thanks to Cindi for always commenting! You can check her blog out at Another Day in the Life which is listed on my blog roll on the left hand side of the screen. I would also love it if you added yourself as a follower. You can also do that on the left hand side of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now onto real news, Garrett's party at McDonald's was okay. Garrett was cranky because he fell on the slide and hurt his arm so he was shyer (is that a word?) than usual. The seating area that was reserved for us was really sunny and bright so not many of my pictures turned out that well. I don't think I took any pictures of the kids actually playing in the playground area. I have no picture of Garrett blowing out his candle because he didn't blow out a candle. This is because his candle broke as he was handing it to Jimmy to put it into the cake. (It had broken earlier in the day and I managed to fix it but Garrett dropped it again and it didn't survive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about the party was lots of friends and family showed up and had a good time (hopefully)! Garrett also got lots of great presents. He got some new jeans, a couple of shirts, a dart gun, some cash that he can't wait to spend, Hulk gloves, and Batman figures. I'm sure I'm forgetting some things. Thanks again to everyone who attended the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the pins and needles part of my post. Long story short, I interviewed for a new job last Thursday and I am still waiting to hear if I got the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more about the job in my next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-7995839908749807245?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/7995839908749807245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=7995839908749807245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7995839908749807245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7995839908749807245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/pins-and-needles.html' title='Pins and Needles'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-3422540452044572635</id><published>2008-12-06T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:29:04.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>100th Post/My Baby Boy's Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STsHUI6wCOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/nWh3t3-uyXg/s1600-h/100_4220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276819430967347426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STsHUI6wCOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/nWh3t3-uyXg/s400/100_4220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I can't believe Garrett is six years old already!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STsGxAesrnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/j5zSAge-pJY/s1600-h/100_4222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276818827406782066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STsGxAesrnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/j5zSAge-pJY/s400/100_4222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276818834080765042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STsGxZV5lHI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DzHBfIffxKo/s400/100_4224.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This morning Meagan and I were gone to a DI training in Corpus so Jimmy took these pictures for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe my baby has gotten so big!  What is a mom to do??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post more pictures tomorrow after his birthday party.  We are having it at McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-3422540452044572635?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/3422540452044572635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=3422540452044572635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3422540452044572635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3422540452044572635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/12/100th-postmy-baby-boys-birthday.html' title='100th Post/My Baby Boy&apos;s Birthday!!'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STsHUI6wCOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/nWh3t3-uyXg/s72-c/100_4220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-2104523958171252339</id><published>2008-11-30T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:18:09.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Guess what we did tonight . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STNJVP8rcyI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AiIxlfyOcrM/s1600-h/Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274640217988100898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STNJVP8rcyI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AiIxlfyOcrM/s400/Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-2104523958171252339?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/2104523958171252339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=2104523958171252339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/2104523958171252339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/2104523958171252339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/11/guess-what-we-did-tonight.html' title='Guess what we did tonight . . .'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STNJVP8rcyI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AiIxlfyOcrM/s72-c/Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-568308565754448344</id><published>2008-11-30T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:09:09.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elaine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crystal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Okay, I lied . . . More about Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STK8RooLZnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/szIG5xVdIcU/s1600-h/100_4216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274485124754007666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STK8RooLZnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/szIG5xVdIcU/s400/100_4216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of Meagan and Garrett by the Thanksgiving display that my mom put up. I think it turned out really cute Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Thanksgiving Day, it was really nice. Nana Mary, Crystal, and Mady came and we all had a really good time. Of course my kids fussed and acted like I was trying to feed them battery acid when given white meat turkey and green beans but oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was exhausted from crash cleaning the house (thanks Jimmy!) but now the house still looks pretty good, so it was all worth it. (Of course, if I had stuck with my plan to clean/organize one room a day I wouldn't have had to crash clean, but this is me we are talking about!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun to see my friend Crystal.  She recently moved back to Texas and was able to come down for Thanksgiving.  She came over for Thanksgiving dinner and then came back on Friday night just to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to see my friend Elaine on Thanksgiving evening.  I always go to her house to eat pie on Thanksgiving evening.  Her mom makes the best Buttermilk pie.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-568308565754448344?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/568308565754448344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=568308565754448344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/568308565754448344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/568308565754448344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-i-lied-more-about-thanksgiving.html' title='Okay, I lied . . . More about Thanksgiving'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STK8RooLZnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/szIG5xVdIcU/s72-c/100_4216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-6732620443669707324</id><published>2008-11-30T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:11:58.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salazar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Blair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>To finish up Thanksgiving . . .</title><content type='html'>Here is Grandma Blair (Jimmy's mom - green shirt) and Grandma Silly (my mom - yellow shirt) and Garrett at the Thanksgiving Dinner done by our school.  Parents are invited to each lunch with their children when the cafeteria makes Thanksgiving dinner. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STK6HvXQDnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9PWUEt_ZJKM/s1600-h/100_4210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274482755740110450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STK6HvXQDnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9PWUEt_ZJKM/s400/100_4210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank goodness for grandmas because I do not like turkey, dressing, gravy all mixed up and the day is so crazy there is no way someone could cover my class for me while I ate lunch with Garrett.  Grandma Blair and Grandma Silly have been coming to my rescue for many years now, first by eating with Meagan and now with Garrett. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STK6HdZmYfI/AAAAAAAAAT4/i30qkPVunkQ/s1600-h/100_4204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274482750918124018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STK6HdZmYfI/AAAAAAAAAT4/i30qkPVunkQ/s400/100_4204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Garrett with his McDonalds - he takes after his mom and doesn't eat turkey/gravy/dressing either.  Plain white meat for him, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STK6G3UVTNI/AAAAAAAAATw/gKS0RwSABkc/s1600-h/100_4203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274482740695485650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STK6G3UVTNI/AAAAAAAAATw/gKS0RwSABkc/s400/100_4203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish he would realize that this *IS NOT* a real smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-6732620443669707324?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/6732620443669707324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=6732620443669707324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6732620443669707324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6732620443669707324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-finish-up-thanksgiving.html' title='To finish up Thanksgiving . . .'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/STK6HvXQDnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9PWUEt_ZJKM/s72-c/100_4210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-7634417698914807742</id><published>2008-11-26T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:00:01.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tooth Fairy'/><title type='text'>Even the Tooth Fairy was strapped for cash . . .</title><content type='html'>The Tooth Fairy left Meagan an I.O.U. the other night after explaining that it was a record breaking night for lost teeth in our town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SSyD-FY87KI/AAAAAAAAATo/lyp1MmRndTk/s1600-h/100_4202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272734366365969570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SSyD-FY87KI/AAAAAAAAATo/lyp1MmRndTk/s400/100_4202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SSyD-DC4NQI/AAAAAAAAATg/E7JbQ8nFTVo/s1600-h/100_4201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272734365736514818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SSyD-DC4NQI/AAAAAAAAATg/E7JbQ8nFTVo/s400/100_4201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is an up close picture of her mouth.  This picture was taken at her request.  "Mom, you can write about it on your blog!" was her exact comment actually.  It reminds me of when she was little I would tell her "You can write about that (whatever she was currently talking about) in Writer's Workshop tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry about the I.O.U.  Dad came through with a gold dollar coin that day after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now she only needs to lose 2 more molars on the bottom and 6 on top and she will have lost all of her baby teeth.  Where did my baby go??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-7634417698914807742?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/7634417698914807742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=7634417698914807742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7634417698914807742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7634417698914807742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/11/even-tooth-fairy-was-strapped-for-cash.html' title='Even the Tooth Fairy was strapped for cash . . .'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SSyD-FY87KI/AAAAAAAAATo/lyp1MmRndTk/s72-c/100_4202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-8400182210259379271</id><published>2008-11-25T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:29:50.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>A Real Cut Up</title><content type='html'>Quick!  Hide your stacks of paper.  My son is on a cutting and gluing (is that a word?) kick and no piece of paper is safe.  He is also obsessed with having me draw him Christmas trees so he can color them in and add ornaments.  (And then cut them out and glue them to another sheet of paper.  Layers are obviously in for him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He refuses to color in coloring books most of the time.  He would rather use of stacks of paper for the printer.  I told Jimmy that I think he would probably be thrilled if we bought him a ream of white paper, a pad of construction paper, a new pair of scissors, and some glue sticks for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Christmas note, I am DONE! shopping for my kids.  Family and friends are up next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do have to shop for my kids for my parents.  My mom has NEVER been a fan of shopping so most years my parents give Jimmy and I money and we shop for them for Meagan and Garrett.  I also wrap the gifts - another holiday chore my mom is not big on.  But, she makes AWESOME cookies and pecan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tassies&lt;/span&gt; - things I DO NOT like to do - so it all works out.  Plus, I get to pick what my kids get.  No complaining here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett has also learned how to whistle.  I think it's cute but also annoying.  I hate stray noises that I can't find the cause of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is also singing this really cute Thanksgiving song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gobble, Gobble, Gobble, Mr. Turkey says.  Please eat pizza not me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to the song but I can't remember it all right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan is using up boxes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kleenex&lt;/span&gt; with her latest cold/allergy attack/whatever.  So, of course the nasal congestion has brought on the cough that will not end.  It is a dry, annoying cough (and if it is annoying to me I can only imagine how she feels about it) that probably will not quit until I give in and call the doctor for a round of oral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;steroids&lt;/span&gt;.  I treat it with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;albuterol&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Xopenex&lt;/span&gt; for a couple of days and it that doesn't work, then I call the nurse line and she talks to me and then to the doctor and then they call in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;prescription&lt;/span&gt; for me.  Thank goodness I don't have to drag them to Corpus every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett is also congested and blowing his nose frequently but he is not coughing as much.  They both have a check up with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pulmonologist&lt;/span&gt; on December 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, so hopefully we can take of things here at home until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Thanksgiving cleaning plan (also known as Oh crap! People are coming over and I'd better do something to make the house presentable!) is not going as well as I would like it.  Who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt; thunk?  I guess for the plan to work a person actually has to detach themselves from the computer and do the cleaning tasks on the list.  Even if the list is just in the person's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I cleaned out most of the shelves in the frig - just the bottom drawer and bottom of the fridge to go - and cleaned out a kitchen cabinet.  I sanitized all the shelves and walls and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;organized&lt;/span&gt; my millions of throw away containers that I use for taking my lunch/storing leftovers.  If something did not have a mate, it got thrown away.  Which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;guarantees&lt;/span&gt; I will find the mate tomorrow.  Ah, such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tap for today:  finish the fridge, clean out the oven, do laundry, grade papers, and finish the dining room.  The kids did a great job in the dining room yesterday.  Garrett cleaned up the aftermath of his latest cutting spree and Meagan took all of the junk that didn't belong in the room to the appropriate room.  She also did a great job on her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have laundry going already this morning but that is about it.  I'd better get moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to take the kids and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; and nephew to see Madagascar 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-8400182210259379271?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/8400182210259379271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=8400182210259379271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8400182210259379271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8400182210259379271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-cut-up.html' title='A Real Cut Up'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-6254617200658292477</id><published>2008-11-23T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:27:32.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cindi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><title type='text'>I've been given an award!</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately I don't know how to get it on my blog!  Cindi gave me the award.  She is a friend that I met on &lt;a href="http://teachers.net/"&gt;teachers.net&lt;/a&gt;  She is also a teacher. You can check out Cindi's post (and my award!) &lt;a href="http://anotherdayinmylife-cindi.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-honored.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much Cindi!  I have really enjoyed reading about your two boys and your life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-6254617200658292477?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/6254617200658292477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=6254617200658292477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6254617200658292477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6254617200658292477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-given-award.html' title='I&apos;ve been given an award!'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-5211464677349087935</id><published>2008-11-23T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:21:31.309-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Break is here!</title><content type='html'>We had a crazy week at school.  Wait a minute . . . they are all crazy.  Let me say that we had a crazier week than usual at school this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's some of what went on this week:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working from 8:00 - 10:00 P.M. on Monday night (and then grading at home until midnight) on grades that were due on Tuesday morning at 8:00 A.M.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting to school on Tuesday morning at 7:00 A.M. to finish grades (Mrs. T. is NOT happy when you submit late! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Third grade held a parent meeting about the Reading TAKS test on Tuesday (only 10 parents showed up BOO!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I attended a science fair planning meeting on Tuesday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one of my co-workers was out a couple of days (her poor baby has RSV and TWO types of flu)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we had almost 300 parents join their children for Thanksgiving lunch on Thursday (thank goodness I didn't have anything to do with it except turn in the money my students brought it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holiday picture day on Friday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wearing regular clothes on Friday (not me, the students . . . they usually wear uniforms), &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;early dismissal on Friday (a first for us for Thanksgiving.  We've only gotten out early once before on the day of Thanksgiving break because the high school needed the buses for the the football team)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a student brought cupcakes on Friday for her birthday, etc.. etc., etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finished up benchmarking (we test at the end of each six weeks on science, social studies, math and reading usual bubble sheets that the teachers have to check by hand before turning in - but I'm NOT complaining - bubble sheets are much better than our own grade/analyze by hand method)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be depressed about benchmark scores&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take care of field trip details for my DI team&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staff luncheon on Friday (thank goodness we drew paper goods this time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;turning in all of the end of the six weeks paperwork that was due&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;handing out Book-It pizza coupons to students for November&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trying to download new curriculum for the third six weeks (our internet has been on strike at school lately and these documents have tons of pages so I am NOT going to print them at home!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am grateful for the whole week off for Thanksgiving.  I plan on working in my room some to get ready for the three weeks that we have in December.  Time is flying by and the TAKS test will be here before we know it.  There is NO time to waste (not that there ever is).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also need to clean my entire house because I am hosting Thanksgiving dinner for my parents and some good friends of ours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-5211464677349087935?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/5211464677349087935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=5211464677349087935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/5211464677349087935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/5211464677349087935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-break-is-here.html' title='Thanksgiving Break is here!'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-8290686305617317972</id><published>2008-11-19T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:00:09.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday was Garrett's last soccer game.  His skills have improved tremendously and I am so proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is kicking the ball to start off the game.  It was WINDY and actually quite chilly for our neck of the woods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SR97sh6w4pI/AAAAAAAAATI/_YHfTHJ9nqo/s1600-h/Soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269066093996073618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SR97sh6w4pI/AAAAAAAAATI/_YHfTHJ9nqo/s400/Soccer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he's watching to see if the ball is going to go through the goal.  (His teammate W kicked it.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269066105014836082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SR97tK9123I/AAAAAAAAATQ/DoNMLdFX38c/s400/Before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Obviously the ball went in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269066111024189986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SR97thWlUiI/AAAAAAAAATY/UiE0XjxBq8w/s400/Score!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-8290686305617317972?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/8290686305617317972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=8290686305617317972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8290686305617317972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8290686305617317972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-was-garretts-last-soccer-game.html' title=''/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SR97sh6w4pI/AAAAAAAAATI/_YHfTHJ9nqo/s72-c/Soccer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-2217260106054087831</id><published>2008-11-17T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T05:00:02.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving is on it's way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SR95lufZg8I/AAAAAAAAATA/Szh9BcMV99Y/s1600-h/Hay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269063778088616898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SR95lufZg8I/AAAAAAAAATA/Szh9BcMV99Y/s400/Hay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SR95lRFFscI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3dwVhsW0jOo/s1600-h/Hay+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269063770193637826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SR95lRFFscI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3dwVhsW0jOo/s400/Hay+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom put this scene together in her front yard.  Isn't it cute?  Garrett was thrilled to help her with the hay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was so proud of himself for moving the bales all by himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Once again Meagan is not in these pictures because she is off at another activity.  She is leading a very busy life right now and something tells me it isn't going to get any better any time soon!  We - Jimmy, Meagan, and I - were at her kickball game the night Garrett and my mom set all of this up.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited about Thanksgiving because I am having it at my house.  My mom, dad, Nana Mary, Crystal, Mady, and Carlos (maybe) are all coming.  It's been a coulple of years since we've had this big of a crowd and I am looking forward to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crystal is my best friend from when I was a kid.  Mady is her daugher and Nana Mary is her mom.  Carlos is Nana's significant other.  (Significant other sounds weird but boyfriend sounds even weirder!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-2217260106054087831?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/2217260106054087831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=2217260106054087831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/2217260106054087831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/2217260106054087831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-is-on-its-way.html' title='Thanksgiving is on it&apos;s way!'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SR95lufZg8I/AAAAAAAAATA/Szh9BcMV99Y/s72-c/Hay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-5832805503562079709</id><published>2008-11-15T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:34:56.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Fest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salazar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Blair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Salazar Fall Fest</title><content type='html'>The school that I work at has a Fall Fest every year.  It is the major fundraiser of the year for our P.T.A.  All of the teachers and staff come out and work various booths.  We have great parents who donate all sorts of things and volunteer with us on the day of the event.  It is like a carnival.  We are known far and wide for our Prize Bingo.  Some of those ladies come year after year, and let me tell  you, they are fierce competitors!  We sell all types of food.  The grilled pork chops are the best!  They have such a good smokey flavor.  Yum!  My grade level was in charge of nachos and Frito Pie.  We also sold pickles, popcorn, candied apples, sweets, sausage wrap, and corn cups.  We also had a cake walk, face painting, duck pond, ring toss, basketball throw, and a moonwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we even had a clown.  She made balloon animals.  Here's Garrett with his balloon.  Do you recognize what animal he asked for?  Don't worry.  I don't either.  He told her, "I just want a plain balloon."  Only my kid.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SR927EJfFzI/AAAAAAAAASw/aiJvFkEGRrU/s1600-h/100_4144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269060846144657202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SR927EJfFzI/AAAAAAAAASw/aiJvFkEGRrU/s400/100_4144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Blair trys to come each year.  She tried several times to win a cake but it wasn't her lucky day this year.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SR926qtUZiI/AAAAAAAAASo/oZfnOdOtuvY/s1600-h/100_4142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269060839315629602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SR926qtUZiI/AAAAAAAAASo/oZfnOdOtuvY/s400/100_4142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meagan missed Fall Fest this year because she was at a practice session for Bible Drill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-5832805503562079709?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/5832805503562079709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=5832805503562079709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/5832805503562079709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/5832805503562079709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/11/salazar-fall-fest.html' title='Salazar Fall Fest'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SR927EJfFzI/AAAAAAAAASw/aiJvFkEGRrU/s72-c/100_4144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-7399215783849385381</id><published>2008-11-13T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:34:46.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being busy'/><title type='text'>Where do I start?</title><content type='html'>We, as a family, have been SO busy the last few weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an update on each one of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth - work is keeping me busy. We have begun after school tutorials, which are good, but make put me even further behind in getting home. At school we have begun switching classes. One person teaches Science and Social Studies and two of us teach math (one person teaches new concept and the other person reviews/reteaches previously taught material and problem solving.) This method has been very successful for us in the past. It is actually a relief to me because I don't leave every day thinking, "I didn't get to that lesson" or "I forgot to do that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the students are grouped by homeroom but last we will move kids around depending on their needs.&lt;br /&gt;I am also coaching DI (Destination Imagination) so I meet with that group of kids on Mondays after school.  They are a great group of kids, very self motivated and creative so it is a lot of fun working with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett's soccer skills are really taking off! In the last three games he has scored at least once. He score three times in one game! Right now he is home sick. He had a fever last night and now has a rash all over his body. I took him to the doctor this morning and he said it was viral and could take 2 - 3 weeks for the rash to disappear. He also seems congested and is coughing some so we will have to see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan is also doing great. Yesterday she came home and told me that she made a 100 on her 2nd Six Weeks Math test, a 100 on her 2nd Six Weeks Social Studies test, and a 93 on her practice TAKS test in reading.  She is juggling DI, Bible Drill, Kickball and Lone Star Challenge on top of all of the regular homework and reading that is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy is busy coaching kickball, picking up the kids, helping with homework, working with his dad, putting up with me . .  . you know . . . all the usual stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-7399215783849385381?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/7399215783849385381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=7399215783849385381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7399215783849385381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/7399215783849385381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-do-i-start.html' title='Where do I start?'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-3813814819082465819</id><published>2008-11-02T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:00:00.861-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Who needs a knife when you have a drill handy?</title><content type='html'>Grandpa assisted Garrett in decorating his pumpkin.  Grandma Silly didn't want to scoop out pumpkin guts this year so she bought the kids decorations that stick into the pumpkins.  Think of it as a Mr. Pumpkin Head. Each kit contained enough pieces to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decorate&lt;/span&gt; two pumpkins so Garrett made a two face pumpkin.  (He has been obsessed with two face things since watching The Dark Knight.)  After his pumpkin was complete he reminded Grandma to turn his pumpkin daily.  Hey, he's all for equality!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQ0Q71fdvEI/AAAAAAAAASE/HFMmSsRkfY4/s1600-h/drill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263882159623355458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQ0Q71fdvEI/AAAAAAAAASE/HFMmSsRkfY4/s400/drill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Meagan's pumpkin.  She also chose to make a two faced pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQ0Q7RqmNLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/M_v2D1DxXG0/s1600-h/M+pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263882150006371506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQ0Q7RqmNLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/M_v2D1DxXG0/s400/M+pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQ0Qd4_S9MI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0vszT3koU50/s1600-h/meg+pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263881645166097602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQ0Qd4_S9MI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0vszT3koU50/s400/meg+pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One afternoon after decorating their pumpkins, I drove the kids by Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Silly's&lt;/span&gt; so they could see the wooden pumpkins with their names on them.  (My mom wanted to surprise them so she didn't tell the kids about them.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told the kids to check out Grandma's porch as I drove by.  Garrett completely missed his wooden pumpkin with his name on it because he was checking to see if Grandma had changed his pumpkin around!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; he talked to her on the phone he would check with her to see if she was changing his pumpkin each day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-3813814819082465819?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/3813814819082465819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=3813814819082465819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3813814819082465819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3813814819082465819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-needs-knife-when-you-have-drill.html' title='Who needs a knife when you have a drill handy?'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQ0Q71fdvEI/AAAAAAAAASE/HFMmSsRkfY4/s72-c/drill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-6891830693954710095</id><published>2008-11-01T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:00:55.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Well, at least we will be safe at night . . .</title><content type='html'>because nothing could happen to us with Super Girl and Batman watching on!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQ0Tt2NfZJI/AAAAAAAAASc/85tC0-6uagg/s1600-h/M+and+G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263885217833116818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQ0Tt2NfZJI/AAAAAAAAASc/85tC0-6uagg/s400/M+and+G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQ0TtoFqM7I/AAAAAAAAASU/v_nxrIcfTzc/s1600-h/Supergirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263885214042174386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQ0TtoFqM7I/AAAAAAAAASU/v_nxrIcfTzc/s400/Supergirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQ0TtAimEvI/AAAAAAAAASM/tveihZGtMxU/s1600-h/G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263885203426120434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQ0TtAimEvI/AAAAAAAAASM/tveihZGtMxU/s400/G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Grandma Blair! She made Meagan's costume for us at the last minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In early October Meagan had decided she didn't want to go Trick-or-Treating. She was going to stay home (with one of the grandmas) and give out candy. The church then sent out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flyers&lt;/span&gt; about the Halloween Party that they would be having. Meagan then decided she wanted to dress up. Grandma saved the day and made her a costume. I give it two days before Garrett steals the cape for himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween night was perfect! The weather (for once!) was beautiful. It was cool and a nice breeze was blowing. We took the kids to visit both grandmas and then dropped Meagan off at her church party. Jimmy and I then took Garrett to the fire station and trick-or-treating. We like to go to the new neighborhood that they built by Salazar (the school where I teach) I like it because the street makes a big loop. Most of the neighbors sit outside and give out treats and I get to see kids that I have taught in previous years. We ran into several of Garrett's classmates while we were out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to Nana Mary's house. She made us homemade sugar cookies. They are THE BEST! They are thin and crispy and best of all, have NO icing. I LOVE them! She also let us pick through her candy bowl. She had Milk Duds, Heath Bars and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Reece's&lt;/span&gt; Pieces. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garrett, Jimmy, and I then went to Chili's for dinner. Garrett ate well and the french fries were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got home and got Garrett in bed and it all went downhill from there. Garrett was up by midnight coughing non-stop. Jimmy got up with him and propped him up on the couch. Sometimes this will help the coughing slow down. Garrett went back to sleep around 1:00 A.M. and Jimmy got back into bed. Garrett woke me up around 5:00 A.M. complaining of facial and ear pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed a DI workshop I was supposed to go to and took Garrett to the pediatrician this morning. (He was already on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;steroid&lt;/span&gt; burst for coughing.) He was diagnosed with a raging ear infection and the beginnings of a sinus infection. He did better today and is now sleeping. Let's hope he is able to sleep all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-6891830693954710095?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/6891830693954710095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=6891830693954710095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6891830693954710095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/6891830693954710095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-at-least-we-will-be-safe-at-night.html' title='Well, at least we will be safe at night . . .'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQ0Tt2NfZJI/AAAAAAAAASc/85tC0-6uagg/s72-c/M+and+G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-3547550674361152064</id><published>2008-11-01T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:23:57.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Aren't these just the cutest things?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQzV9ONi74I/AAAAAAAAARs/daky-6LMyXA/s1600-h/G+wood+pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263817312252915586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQzV9ONi74I/AAAAAAAAARs/daky-6LMyXA/s400/G+wood+pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQzV8TZVgRI/AAAAAAAAARk/fkAHI0aT4VM/s1600-h/M+wood+pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263817296464675090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQzV8TZVgRI/AAAAAAAAARk/fkAHI0aT4VM/s400/M+wood+pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Silly (my mom) bought these for the kids.  She displayed them at her house along with the pumpkins that the kids decorated.  Ever since the kids were little she has taken charge of pumpkin carving/decorating.  Thanks Grandma Silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-3547550674361152064?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/3547550674361152064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=3547550674361152064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3547550674361152064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3547550674361152064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/11/arent-these-just-cutest-things.html' title='Aren&apos;t these just the cutest things?'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQzV9ONi74I/AAAAAAAAARs/daky-6LMyXA/s72-c/G+wood+pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-8885654425290677758</id><published>2008-10-26T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T10:47:11.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Garrett's Kindergarten picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQSs6ycuvLI/AAAAAAAAARc/18QQ4ObO4Yo/s1600-h/Garrett+Kinder+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261520390650248370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQSs6ycuvLI/AAAAAAAAARc/18QQ4ObO4Yo/s400/Garrett+Kinder+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-8885654425290677758?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/8885654425290677758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=8885654425290677758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8885654425290677758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/8885654425290677758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/10/garretts-kindergarten-picture.html' title='Garrett&apos;s Kindergarten picture'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SQSs6ycuvLI/AAAAAAAAARc/18QQ4ObO4Yo/s72-c/Garrett+Kinder+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-3266670765291968022</id><published>2008-10-19T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:24:23.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train set'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Thank you Ethan!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend when Jimmy was gone to Houston to see the Miami Dolphins, a good friend of mine came over.  (Well, several good friends came over - more about that later.)  She brought her two kids.  Her daughter is friends with Meagan and her son is friends with Garrett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always looking for things to keep the kids busy so we can scrapbook.  The girls have started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; so they were busy with that.  I suggested she bring Ethan's train set.  It is the type of toy that is more fun with two kids to get out all of the pieces and then run the train around the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPtnqfpI5EI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/geZjnqcqWCg/s1600-h/100_4085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258910969631401026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPtnqfpI5EI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/geZjnqcqWCg/s400/100_4085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPtnqsHlDkI/AAAAAAAAARE/HforikQPg5E/s1600-h/100_4086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258910972980301378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPtnqsHlDkI/AAAAAAAAARE/HforikQPg5E/s400/100_4086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the boys had played for a while, Ethan told his mom he wanted Garrett to have his train set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan, you are such a thoughtful little boy!  Thank you so much for the train set.  Garrett loves it and is playing with it all of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-3266670765291968022?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/3266670765291968022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=3266670765291968022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3266670765291968022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/3266670765291968022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-ethan.html' title='Thank you Ethan!'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPtnqfpI5EI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/geZjnqcqWCg/s72-c/100_4085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-56647302723194520</id><published>2008-10-15T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:47:22.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fire station'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Fire Prevention Week</title><content type='html'>On Saturday I took the kids to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fire station&lt;/span&gt;.  They were having their second annual block party to celebrate Fire Prevention Week.  Garrett is just a little obsessed with fire trucks and firefighters, so needless to say, he was in heaven.  Meagan thinks it's all pretty cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were allowed into the trucks and got to see them up close and climb on them.  There were firefighters around to supervise and explain what various knobs and gadgets do.  The firefighters went out of their way to make this an enjoyable experience for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPaZjWUSG6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/cnJpsgg0WHY/s1600-h/M+G+firetruck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257558447566756770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPaZjWUSG6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/cnJpsgg0WHY/s400/M+G+firetruck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sparky the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Firedog&lt;/span&gt; made an appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPaZjhwZ2aI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/X535QkN5dh4/s1600-h/M+sparky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257558450637494690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPaZjhwZ2aI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/X535QkN5dh4/s400/M+sparky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E, one of the teachers I work with, was putting tattoos on children (okay, adults too) who wanted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPaZAJT-97I/AAAAAAAAAQE/JraW-8eykco/s1600-h/G+Erika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257557842780420018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPaZAJT-97I/AAAAAAAAAQE/JraW-8eykco/s400/G+Erika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Garrett didn't want to get out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPaZAWH9GDI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aHskCbdoONY/s1600-h/G+firetruck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257557846219626546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPaZAWH9GDI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aHskCbdoONY/s400/G+firetruck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Garrett with Sparky.  Last year he didn't cry but didn't want to get near him.  This year, before we even got to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fire station&lt;/span&gt;, he told me he would go stand by him and let me take his picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPaZAiNp9RI/AAAAAAAAAQU/NiCYZYPSf8Q/s1600-h/G+sparky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257557849464763666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPaZAiNp9RI/AAAAAAAAAQU/NiCYZYPSf8Q/s400/G+sparky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had so many activities I can't even remember them all.  Meagan is coloring a picture for the coloring contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPaZA0eU07I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6ZGqFkICZVw/s1600-h/m+coloring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257557854366520242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPaZA0eU07I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6ZGqFkICZVw/s400/m+coloring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is throwing balls at the dunking booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257558443059766050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPaZjFhu4yI/AAAAAAAAAQk/BUHvVkDWtbQ/s400/M+dunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There was a moonwalk, a cupcake walk, putt putt golf, a school supply give-away, take your picture with Sparky, lots and lots of information for kids and parents/adults on staying safe, demonstrations by the arson dog, free balloons, an ambulance for the kids to get into, Red Cross information, a crash simulator (to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;necessity&lt;/span&gt; of wearing your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;seat belt&lt;/span&gt;, free hot dogs and lemonade, and I'm sure I'm forgetting even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the week prior to the block party the firefighters visited all the local elementary schools to explain what to do in the case of a house fire.  They explained how to escape from a burning house safely, how the firefighters might look and sound a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;, and how to make a plan to keep everyone safe after a house fire.  Garrett came home reminding me to check the battery in my smoke alarm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say THANK YOU! to all firefighters out there.  You make our world a little safer to live in and you are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;recognized&lt;/span&gt; enough for it in my opinion.  Your willingness to go out into the community to share your message is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;testament&lt;/span&gt; to how seriously you take your job and I thank you for it as a mom and as a teacher.  You are all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;heroes&lt;/span&gt; in my book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-56647302723194520?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/56647302723194520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=56647302723194520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/56647302723194520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/56647302723194520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/10/fire-prevention-week.html' title='Fire Prevention Week'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPaZjWUSG6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/cnJpsgg0WHY/s72-c/M+G+firetruck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-388519731214335933</id><published>2008-10-15T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T05:00:00.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>If you want to take 10 years off of my life . . .</title><content type='html'>come to my room while I am teaching and tell me the nurse from Meagan's school is calling.  Tell me that she fell and hit her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I ran down the breezeway and was so out of breath (note to self - exercise more) that I could hardly hear the nurse over the sound of my huffing and puffing, um, breathing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she took ten more years off of my life when she uttered the words "possible concussion."  Thanks, I didn't want to collect Social Security anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPz2qf__PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7zWv2sjzVao/s1600-h/100_4058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256813310518492402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPz2qf__PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7zWv2sjzVao/s400/100_4058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meagan fell face first onto concrete and got a nasty bump on her head and a scrape on her knee.  Her thumb also hurt where her head landed on it.  The nurse said her bump would have been much worse had she not gotten her thumb up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; her head and the concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to watch her for several signs that she had a concussion.  I also had to wake her up twice during the night to make sure she was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPz22V09WI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RqwrCQKWCgw/s1600-h/100_4059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256813313697052002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPz22V09WI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RqwrCQKWCgw/s400/100_4059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was taking this picture (above) Meagan said, "You're going to put this on your blog aren't you?"  My kids . . . they learn so quickly.  She even suggested a title for me "Girl has baseball, no, softball on forehead."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank goodness she was fine and showed no symptoms of having a concussion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And on a lighter note, I will leave you with this picuture:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPz3Gz9r3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/3pmnxQBFFfw/s1600-h/100_4061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256813318118420338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPz3Gz9r3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/3pmnxQBFFfw/s400/100_4061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just a cute picture of the mouse puppet Garrett brought home from school on Friday.  They read If You Give a Mouse a Cookie by Laura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Numeroff&lt;/span&gt;.  It's a really cute book if you haven't read it yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPz3axbqoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/sz-dMs3ar0U/s1600-h/100_4062.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-388519731214335933?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/388519731214335933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=388519731214335933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/388519731214335933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/388519731214335933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-you-want-to-take-10-years-off-of-my.html' title='If you want to take 10 years off of my life . . .'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPz2qf__PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7zWv2sjzVao/s72-c/100_4058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-4869562042812535584</id><published>2008-10-13T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:14:55.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EnDyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picnic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandpa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>EnDyn Family Picnic</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay, I know that I have been M.I.A. for a week or so, so I included lots of good pictures in this post to make up for it.  I know you have all heard it before but I've been really, really busy.  Life, you know, it just gets in the way of my free time sometimes.  And that job thing Ihave, it really takes up a lot of my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company that my dad works for had a Family Picnic last week.  The kids went with my mom.  My dad had to go out of town unfortunately.  The kids had a BLAST!  They were exhausted when they got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got to ride horses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPsoetyaNI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EYoLSMIH0ZU/s1600-h/G+Horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256805370255534290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPsoetyaNI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EYoLSMIH0ZU/s400/G+Horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPsovd3UGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ueVGl9AL5oc/s1600-h/G+horse+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256805374752149602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPsovd3UGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ueVGl9AL5oc/s400/G+horse+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPso5n5gJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/-RM5Z1RZ5og/s1600-h/M+horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256805377478590610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPso5n5gJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/-RM5Z1RZ5og/s400/M+horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; go on a hayride,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPso9PLdHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zaoeMLWZ2cs/s1600-h/Hayride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256805378448651378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPso9PLdHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zaoeMLWZ2cs/s400/Hayride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the activity to beat all activities (well, in Garrett's book anyway) GO FISHING!  Mom and Dad bought him his very own rod and reel and tacklebox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPr_t-WwvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/j0fZlymCBYY/s1600-h/Fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256804669976920818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPr_t-WwvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/j0fZlymCBYY/s400/Fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPr_zF4BiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fFqRjpklhfA/s1600-h/Fish+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256804671350638114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPr_zF4BiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fFqRjpklhfA/s400/Fish+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Garrett caught a one pound, 10 ounce catfish.  "Mom, did you know that they have whiskers?" Garrett wanted to know.  Yes, sweetie, I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Mom and Dad (and EnDyn) for making this a day that they will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-4869562042812535584?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/4869562042812535584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=4869562042812535584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4869562042812535584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/4869562042812535584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/10/endyn-family-picnic.html' title='EnDyn Family Picnic'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SPPsoetyaNI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EYoLSMIH0ZU/s72-c/G+Horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-5973166325041525754</id><published>2008-10-02T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:05:13.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloween is just around the corner!</title><content type='html'>I bought this cat last weekend when I bought Garrett's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; costume. I thought he was so cute, I just couldn't resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SN_NvW8SW6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/dLLm_hJrtVg/s1600-h/cat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251141904033274786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SN_NvW8SW6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/dLLm_hJrtVg/s400/cat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am going to put him on top of an antique armoire that I have in my dining room. I am also going to put these really cute letters that my mom made me with the cat. They are wooden letters that spell out Boo. She decorated them in Halloween paper, ribbon, etc. I'll post another picture when I get it all put up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-5973166325041525754?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/5973166325041525754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=5973166325041525754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/5973166325041525754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/5973166325041525754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-is-just-around-corner.html' title='Halloween is just around the corner!'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SN_NvW8SW6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/dLLm_hJrtVg/s72-c/cat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077363077759829874.post-715849474752177990</id><published>2008-10-01T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T05:00:00.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='splurging'/><title type='text'>Something New for ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SN_MYTDRR1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/GzrB21dusyg/s1600-h/jacket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251140408340203346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SN_MYTDRR1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/GzrB21dusyg/s400/jacket.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I know that this isn't the best picture but here is a jacket that I bought for myself this weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a deep brown corduroy (small cords) that is really soft.  I love brown for things like jackets because I feel it is a very versatile color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this jacket will look great with work clothes and will also look good with jeans on the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw it a few weeks ago and couldn't see spending $30.00 (I'm a cheapskate I know) on a jacket when it was still 100 degrees outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that we have actually had some fall weather, (well fall for us in south Texas - low 60s in the morning and mid 80s in the afternoons) I caved in and bought the jacket.  It was also on sale for $24.00.  I could no longer resist.  I heard it calling my name and I succumbed to the temptation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077363077759829874-715849474752177990?l=teachermom13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/feeds/715849474752177990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077363077759829874&amp;postID=715849474752177990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/715849474752177990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077363077759829874/posts/default/715849474752177990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachermom13.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-new-for-me.html' title='Something New for ME!'/><author><name>edbteach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217976847600069600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/Slc-3RK_JQI/AAAAAAAAAok/OlYC0_E4ysw/S220/new+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1Jj7yZxyoY/SN_MYTDRR1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/GzrB21dusyg/s72-c/jacket.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
