tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505440110450108752024-02-20T17:49:27.450-07:00inmylife<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>There are places I remember, all my life, though some have changed. Some forever, not for better. Some have gone and some remain. All these places have their moments with lovers and friends I still can recall. In my life, I've loved them all.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-44856507035352080622014-12-31T13:17:00.000-07:002021-12-27T13:19:05.945-07:00Reflections<p> I really want to get back into blogging this coming year. I have done a real poor job of it over the past few years, and it seems that most of my blogging friends have kind of done the same as well. But even though it's maybe not the popular thing it was a few years ago, I find it a really good way to record my thoughts, feelings, inspirations, and adventures on a regular basis.</p><br />As I reflect back on the events of 2014, I have so much on my mind, but I'm not sure I can really put it all into words. It was probably THE MOST challenging and stressful year of my life, and full of so much change. But despite the challenges, I believe I was able to experience a favorable amount of growth. I moved 1400 miles away from my closest family, which I have always been very close to, to a completely foreign place with no friends or acquaintances. I have made a few new friends and learned a bit about the world outside of my comfort zone. Change is difficult, but it is also good. I can't say that things are getting easier, or that I really feel like I'm starting to feel more comfortable, but I am at least "carrying on". I am not sure where I will be in a few months, as I am already starting to consider new options, as I don't feel like I am really fitting in where I am at (work) right now. I hope I don't have to move again, but it is a big possibility. I feel like Houston is too big for my liking and am planning on looking for something in an area more suited to my personality.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4OPBV035b8RKeHvsVQ7OVw0OSMT3zvJ87lhYxRA5ANPOY6hh5ToC_qJF6mryBtu8BSeoyhNsjTMoW8QLz0z4Rkm78AbUV7rkDomhPSDg8vvRiurQ21S1v6jOu3ntRcB0JkdKTCjdS710/s1600/home+acres.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4OPBV035b8RKeHvsVQ7OVw0OSMT3zvJ87lhYxRA5ANPOY6hh5ToC_qJF6mryBtu8BSeoyhNsjTMoW8QLz0z4Rkm78AbUV7rkDomhPSDg8vvRiurQ21S1v6jOu3ntRcB0JkdKTCjdS710/s1600/home+acres.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />I had a wonderful Christmas with my family! For the first time in - I don't know how many years - we had all my siblings together, and for the first time in at least 12 years, we were able to have an "old fashioned" big California family Christmas. We were able to locate a family in our former church group that was out of the country and was willing to rent their large home (out of the city among the citrus orchards) to us for a week, and we were able to invite about 20 aunts, uncles, and cousins over for dinner. We had a pinata, a gift exchange game, and quality time smiling, telling stories and jokes, and laughing like we used to do when I was a kid. It really was a beautiful week.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUIH62GPDZaJRA8HvpFuEzdD4UBkgDL1oHMck8JO_5lF_ezJVAnhTjZPHnKC63-4K6sZmzFPvms1c4u3hBApH5djnK28WnkeKUNzDLd-d-MIgHRRLfDY9_CKZAxgavZxOXx490qG6XFwb4/s1600/rachel+swing.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUIH62GPDZaJRA8HvpFuEzdD4UBkgDL1oHMck8JO_5lF_ezJVAnhTjZPHnKC63-4K6sZmzFPvms1c4u3hBApH5djnK28WnkeKUNzDLd-d-MIgHRRLfDY9_CKZAxgavZxOXx490qG6XFwb4/s1600/rachel+swing.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />It was fun to see my little cousins playing with my nieces and nephews which I haven't had the privilege of seeing for so long.<br /><br />Before leaving California, my mother, older sister, and older brother and his wife took a drive up the 101 coast to Solvang. It is such a cute little town with lots of shops and sites to see. We love the Danish architecture and shops, and we decided to stop at Andersen's Pea Soup in Buellton for a hot bite.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhl6e_Dh1oLiJw8PXs6ZHpnveCvpS-Wnz_Kim5coNe2duFUdii8-GbiOZnJGjrGKP-EMnC_jZ_TXYD_7lpuXAvUt6yncOedhl-yDrzdPcK-e_tbKN5QZS9XWaKsG7FeDYJkCDArntAazo5/s1600/pea+soup.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhl6e_Dh1oLiJw8PXs6ZHpnveCvpS-Wnz_Kim5coNe2duFUdii8-GbiOZnJGjrGKP-EMnC_jZ_TXYD_7lpuXAvUt6yncOedhl-yDrzdPcK-e_tbKN5QZS9XWaKsG7FeDYJkCDArntAazo5/s1600/pea+soup.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjgiICpnBp9QMSV0SKfohZBSUsrIMv-A0_iGSgxFFc0zGOpFN58q4dpFFVOJxsBeO5gtaMaR8VEudoALW01OhB8A0QhoNBZ8y5CW6PnxMCRZuaqNtvgrYZx0bcAtxgciO9UmiVuGneQ6Ip/s1600/windmill.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjgiICpnBp9QMSV0SKfohZBSUsrIMv-A0_iGSgxFFc0zGOpFN58q4dpFFVOJxsBeO5gtaMaR8VEudoALW01OhB8A0QhoNBZ8y5CW6PnxMCRZuaqNtvgrYZx0bcAtxgciO9UmiVuGneQ6Ip/s1600/windmill.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br />Now as I sit here watching the snow fall in the Utah desert, I am grateful for all the challenges, blessings, and adventures I have seen in the last 365 days. I look forward to more blessings and adventures ahead, although I can't say that I know where that will take me. I am grateful for all that the Lord has given me, especially my friends and my family. Thank you my friends and loved ones for helping me through the challenges that are behind me, and I know you will continue to be part of my future.Annelisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18429942215120617368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-80349908916224081952014-07-02T13:20:00.000-06:002021-12-27T13:20:50.445-07:00Big Changes<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiN14LTVyI28oXonukgIzNI25O0eS4jI-DON0uFgEbionLPkeNewJilcEk_xvjMgv6WmaplCVRbWQngerw8gYahOq8V4cFq76YbRV0daAG2aMrfej2TdLv651OD8GxqJviSFR6RRkqr-fx/s1600/tex+flag.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiN14LTVyI28oXonukgIzNI25O0eS4jI-DON0uFgEbionLPkeNewJilcEk_xvjMgv6WmaplCVRbWQngerw8gYahOq8V4cFq76YbRV0daAG2aMrfej2TdLv651OD8GxqJviSFR6RRkqr-fx/s1600/tex+flag.jpg" width="400" /></a></p><br />After leaving my job earlier this year, I have been trying to figure out what to do. I kind of felt like I needed a big change. I have been in the same place for the past eight years and the past couple of years I have constantly found myself thinking about trying something new. Some of the ideas I have considered have been moving from elementary up to middle school, teaching English abroad (maybe in South America), moving back to California, going back to school and getting my Master's, or just running away and starting all over.<br />Well, the big news is that I got a job in Texas and will be heading out there later this month. This is the scariest thing I have ever done. I have never been this far away from my family and friends, I have never gone anywhere completely on my own. This will definitely be a big challenge, but it literally happened overnight and I know that it is where I am supposed to be.<br />At first, I was super excited about it, but now I am starting to really freak out big time. Texas has always been a place that I would love to live, although not forever. I know I don't have to stay if I don't like it or if I feel like things aren't working out, but like I said it is going to be a completely new journey for me and I will be doing it 1600 miles from my family.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimb-JrbHSdijYQOlWB_ACywUamK9zS_DVDYl4sYUTlnwJlgEimPGmbz_5eaGm5M7cJEVJDnK1h_Bzh_4W5OssFbky74tcn1PZPN-16O8EOqybgS95bUc7kpmKk4KAx4fBUVGnxPWunq2tC/s1600/girl+at+beach.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimb-JrbHSdijYQOlWB_ACywUamK9zS_DVDYl4sYUTlnwJlgEimPGmbz_5eaGm5M7cJEVJDnK1h_Bzh_4W5OssFbky74tcn1PZPN-16O8EOqybgS95bUc7kpmKk4KAx4fBUVGnxPWunq2tC/s1600/girl+at+beach.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> But, I have to admit that I am pretty dang excited to be back at the ocean!</span></div><br />Annelisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18429942215120617368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-73511971422287803952013-10-10T18:22:00.005-06:002020-07-14T14:11:00.123-06:00She found heaven<br />
Well, we all thought it would never happen. Grandma Irene passed away on Monday morning about 6:30. She has been fighting like a tiger for the past few years. Papa passed away in October 2011 and Aunt Becky last December, and to me, it has seemed like since she has not had to take care of them <br />
her body has just let out a huge sigh and faded. Perhaps she was experiencing some sort of prolonged adrenaline rush that was giving her the strength she needed to do what she could for them, because since then she has just been steadily declining. Mom has had the privilege and ability to stay with her in her home for about the last six months and care for her. This was a huge blessing, because putting her in a home was the very last thing she wanted to do. In fact, when she was placed on hospice care a couple of months ago, she didn't even want a hospital bed brought in. So, for the last six weeks, she has been bed ridden in her own bed. She seemed mostly comfortable.<br />
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This has been a bittersweet time. At times, we didn't think she would make it through the summer to celebrate her 85th birthday. When she did, there were moments when we wondered if she would make it through the day or the night, but somehow she just kept on kicking. I think at times she wondered if she was ever going to go "home." She talked about the people that she looked forward to meeting again. "Bucky." Her sister, Becky. Papa. Deeda. Fowie. Mother. But, mostly, she couldn't wait to meet her Daddy again. 80 years she has missed him and loved him and wanted to see him. She was only 5 when he died of tuberculosis. Oh, how she looked forward to seeing him, and how I wish I could have been there for that moment and too see her kiss her sweetheart again.<br />
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Once, we asked her if she had seen anyone. She said she had seen a cousin, Jewel, and that she was "wearing a black dress." That was a little scary, because usually you don't hear about angels wearing black. Another time, she said people were in her room saying bad words and that she wanted them to leave because she didn't want that language around her. Both of these things were interesting and curious. Perhaps, Satan never stops trying to discourage us, no matter how incapacitated we are. </div>
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I will miss Grandma so much. I think it is still pretty raw and unreal to me. I haven't cried much because it has been really surreal to me. Watching the sweet men from the mortuary come on Tuesday morning and wrap her gently in a clean, white sheet and roll her away was like the scene from a TV show, or a dream. How can she be gone? She has been there for every important moment from birthdays, to graduations, missions, and karate promotions. She has given love, food, time, money, hugs, and kisses I can not even count. Even recently she told me that she felt like we were more than grandchildren. She has been there for everything. I can't imagine what the holidays will be like without her this year. <br />
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I will not be able to watch an episode of the Golden Girls without thinking of her, or look at a pretty quilt or a hose reel (family joke) without thinking of her, bunnies will always bring her face to my mind, she will always be there when I hear "How Great Thou Art," and she will be telling me how much she enjoyed hearing her mother sing it. I won't be able to go through a single day of my life without thinking, "I need to call Grandma and tell her . . . "<br />
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I am looking forward to bringing her sewing machine to my house. I will look at it and remember her. I will do my best to remember her instructions on how to thread the needle and load the bobbin and use it. I have used it a few times, but she was always there to help me. Even though she struggled to do these things, I had better vision and hand eye coordination, but she was there to tell me what to do. I hope I can figure it out without her there to guide me. I want to be able to use that machine and teach my children how to sew and let them know where the machine came from, and how I learned what little bit I know.<br />
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I am so happy and sad, bitterly sad, at the same time. I am so happy that she is finally home, and yet sadder than can be because I will never be able to call her up again and tell her how much I love her, or walk into her home and feel the comfort that washes over me as I smell it. She has her own special scent. Her home has always had that smell. Grandma's smell. I will miss it. I will miss everything about her, but I am so grateful to know that we will be together again, and though it seems so far away, we will have eternity to catch up on all the things we miss from now til then.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">"Perhaps they are not stars in the sky,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">- Eskimo proverb</span><br />
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by Margaret Widdemer<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: large;">She always leaned to watch for us</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;">Anxious if we were late,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;">In winter by the window,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;">In summer by the gate.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: large;"> And though we mocked her tenderly</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;"> Who had such foolish care,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;"> The long way home would seem more safe,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;"> Because she waited there.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: large;">Her thoughts were all so full of us,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;">She never could forget,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;">And so I think that where she is</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;">She must be watching yet.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: large;"> Waiting 'til we come home to her</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;"> Anxious if we are late,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;"> Watching from heaven's window,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;"> Waiting at heaven's gate.</span></em><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-84126384756376205832013-08-12T17:18:00.002-06:002013-10-10T19:01:59.204-06:00Adios to summerI can't believe how fast this summer has flown by, and I have gone pretty much nowhere (other than an overnight trip to Lake Powell with friends). I was planning to go to San Luis Obispo, California to spend some time with my sister and her kids for my nephew's 4th birthday, but had to forgo that trip for various reasons. One of those reasons is that my grandmother's health has been failing dramatically with almost daily declines. My mother has been living with her for many months now and is caring for her full time. She even sleeps in the same bed as her. Grandma has been put on hospice care and that has helped my mom a bit, but Mom is really wearing herself out. Grandma's 85th birthday is at the end of this month. We all love her so much and seeing her in such a weak state is very difficult, especially since she has always been so strong and powerful, helping keep the family together and strong for so many years. My sister came out with the kids and spent about a week here and had a great time making some final memories, but saying good bye was heart wrenching. It was really emotional just watching her hug Grandma for probably the last time ever. The tears were flowing freely.<br />
My older sister, who has taught here in the same town as me for the last seven (?) years, got a job in Las Vegas and has now moved away. Although it is less than a two hour drive, it is a big change. It feels really weird not having her here. She is really enjoying Vegas and has a really nice place with a gorgeous pool. I am kind of jealous. My pool can not compare with hers at all!<br />
School starts in just two days. I spent the day here all day today and many hours last week. I had to move into a new classroom and will be teaching 2nd grade now. This is a hard adjustment for me, but one good thing is that I will be in a real classroom now! I can actually say that I have several empty shelves in my classroom. This is strange not to feel crammed into a tiny portable. I started to plan out the first few days of school and am starting to feel a little more excited.<br />
Well, I have to take off for now, but there are several more things that I want to write about when I have the chance...<br />
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Summer GamesUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-42788418452736214682013-06-09T21:59:00.000-06:002013-06-09T21:59:10.490-06:00Defining and redefining "father"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Finding a way to celebrate the Father I can always depend on, trust, and call upon no matter what the situation might be. He will never leave, lie, or hurt me. </div>
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Here's the other thing, for the first time in longer than I can remember, I have pretty much nothing going on <span style="color: #990000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>inmylife</i></b></span> this summer. I was planning to go to SLO (San Luis Obispo) for much of June to spend time with my sister and her kids, but that plan has been put on hold due to finances and the declining health status of my dear grandmother, who has been an instrumental role <span style="color: #990000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>inmylife</i></b></span>, and my siblings' lives, since my parents got divorced in 1985. Grandma Irene was more like a partner parent to my mother in many, many ways. I could tell hundreds of stories to illustrate this, but I don't have the space, and most of you wouldn't even read it. So I will just explain that where I didn't have much of a father, Grandma Irene stepped in and filled the empty spot in our family, and she did it alone as well, since our grandpa, "Bucky" (William Allen Myers, Jr.) died some years before.<br />
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Grandma and I share a birthday month. I will be 35 in August. She will be 85 a few weeks later. After the divorce, we lived with Grandma Irene for several years and she adjusted her living situation many times, sacrificing her peaceful golden years for us, in order to make sure my mother had the support to raise four kids, one of which has special needs. I know that there must have been many secret moments that I was not aware of as a child, that she had to put on her mother pants once again and step back many years in order to help my mother emotionally, physically, spiritually, or financially. She was the only person my mother had to turn to for help in these situations.<br />
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Grandma has continued to be an advocate and support for all of us, stepping in where Mom didn't have the money or the time to do something. Until the past couple of years, when she has really began to grow weaker, she has been a huge advocate for my brother, helping with finances, support for legal and health issues, and much more. I lived with her for about a year when I first moved to southern Utah and really came to know her better.<br />
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So, since Grandma's health is declining so much, especially since her husband died about a year ago, and her younger sister, this past December, my sister, Kelly and I have decided the best idea might be to put the SLO trip on hold for now. Mom can not leave Grandma alone (she has actually been living with her for the past couple of months and can not even really leave during the day), and we did not want to make a trip to see Erin, Will, and the babies without them, and then, if given the worst case scenario leave Mom here alone to take care of Grandma during a fall, illness, or even if she were to pass away. So, I am not sure what is going to happen, but we have decided to go one day at a time and to spend as much time together here as sisters and with Mom and Grandma. Kelly will be moving to Las Vegas later in the summer, since she will be taking a new job as a teacher there. What a great experience this will be for her! She will be out completely on her own for the first time in her life. I think she is ready to experience this new adventure, and I know she is needed there.<br />
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School got out on May 24. I have a dear friend, Nancy, who I met while I was on my mission for the LDS (Mormon) church in Arizona. While I was in Prescott we knocked on her door and she wanted to know more about the church, and she was baptized a few months later. Nancy and her older daughter, Cait, came out to the area to do some Front Sight gun training in Pahrump, NV. After the two day training, they came and spent some time with me. We had a great time catching up, sleeping in, and enjoying the outdoors.<br />
On Sunday afternoon, we went on a short hike out in the Red Cliffs Desert Reserve in Harrisburg. We took about 500 pictures, I fell from a tree, we climbed rocks, swam in natural pools, and got really dirty, at least I did. We spent the next day shooting our guns with my buddy, Tyler, out by Virgin, on the way to Zion National Park, at Dalton Wash. I have missed them greatly since they left a few days later.<br />
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Since Nancy and Cait left, I have been taking things pretty low key. Not much has been going on at all. So, I am in the midst of reflecting and setting some goals for the summer. I have been working out really hard and relaxing hard too.</div>
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1. Read a few good books.</div>
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2. Finish painting the downstairs, most of which is done, but edging needs to be finished.</div>
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3. Get the carpets cleaned.</div>
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4. Plan for a great year. My first year in 2nd grade.</div>
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5. Spend some time in California.</div>
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6. Lose 30 pounds.</div>
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7. Sweat hard every day.</div>
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8. Spend as much time as possible with my family.</div>
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9. Get back onto a working budget.</div>
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10. Get North Star Photography to a point where I am making a stable second income.</div>
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11. Have fun and stay cool.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>You can love the person that hurt you and forgive him, but
you don’t need to let him be a part of your life any longer, and you really
shouldn’t either.</i></span> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;">Looking at the stars may make you feel small and
insignificant, but if you think about it for a while it will also help you see
how special and important we are to God. He has created such an amazing and
matchless world for us to live in and we often are moving too fast to even
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Opening up your heart to love someone after it has been
broken is the most difficult, most vulnerable, most frightening thing you will
ever do in life. By doing so, you are saying that you are willing to let
someone hurt you again like you have been hurt before. Being loved by someone
who has been hurt should make you feel very special and very powerful. You have
the power in your hands to change that person’s life or destroy it. Be sure to
take that role as friend or lover seriously because you will surely create
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loving, strong girl. If a girl's trust or spirit is abused by her father or brother in any way
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waves rush in and out as your feet get pushed deeper and deeper into the wet sand by the powerful surf, feels just like flying and there is nothing quite like it. Everyone should
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least one person; a real person, not a virtual (((hug))). Hugs from four kids
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and people may laugh or act weird when you tell them, but if you practice it
and tell people it enough you start to realize how true it really is, and they
realize it too. If you spend a significant amount of time around children in
any way, you should tell them you love them every day, especially the ones who
you have a hard time loving. It will change who they are, and it won’t be long
before you will see a person who you really do love.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; font-style: italic;">Nov.12: </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am grateful for my sisters, my eternal sisters, my forever friends.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>Nov. 11: </em></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am thankful for those who are serving, or have served before, in order to protect their fellow Americans, or to forward the cause of freedom and liberty around the world.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; font-style: italic;">Nov.10: </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am grateful for the color red. It makes me happy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; font-style: italic;">Nov.9: </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am thankful for music, and the power it has - like nothing else- to affect my mood, motivate me, and make my heart dance like a fool. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; font-style: italic;">Nov. 8: </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am thankful for friends, old friends and new friends. I am not a real outgoing person </span><span class="userContent"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">like I was as a kid, and I don't socialize too much- even with people I know. There's a lot behind it, but I was grateful for a kind parent who shares a mutual friend with me, who invited me to dinner, along with our mutual friend and her daughters. I got to see her beautiful home, watch her spirited kids run and play together, and chat with some great ladies. ♥</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; font-style: italic;">Nov.7: </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am thankful for the comforting peace that comes through prayer. There is no power like it on Earth. When darkness surrounds me and threatens to swallow me completely I can always turn to the Lord through a quiet prayer and His love engulfs me. Through prayer, I was able to calm my troubled soul and get the rest I needed in order to deal with the fear, frustration, and dismay after the election turnout last night.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; font-style: italic;">Nov.6: </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am thankful to live in a country where I have the right to vote for the person who I feel best represents me and my faith, morals, and what I stand for. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; font-style: italic;">Nov.4: </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am thankful for fall, the greatest season of all. I love the colors, the flavors, the smells, the weather, the clothes. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-41668584228991115452012-11-03T20:12:00.000-06:002012-11-03T20:12:42.118-06:00Check out my other blogs<a href="http://dses3rdgrade.blogspot.com/">dses3rdgrade.blogspot.com</a> For all the happenings in the classroom<br />
<a href="http://believingisseeing365.blogspot.com/">believingisseeing365.blogspot.com</a> For my 365 day photo blog from 2011<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-3551912264764123092012-11-03T19:57:00.000-06:002012-11-03T20:02:52.686-06:00I am still aliveWell a lot of things have been happening <span style="color: #990000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>inmylife</i></span>, over the past year and a half or so, since I last blogged, but I just have not had time to keep up in the blog world. I spend my time on Facebook, so people keep up with me there, but I feel like I want to keep more of a journal again in the form of a blog. So here I am back on INMYLIFE. So, I guess that is all I have to say. Put me back on your "Reading List" and enjoy reading the adventures of my life as a teacher, a friend, a sister, a daughter, and the best auntie in the world.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-70620657136384195142011-07-31T22:45:00.003-06:002012-11-03T20:00:12.610-06:00BID #4 Yankee Stadium<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObq5Rc6gMg5dZn7usFYUcuq3qMk7TcvIofSk9-eUa8SKGHJ6AAdT6YBst5Su5b5XK91KcWOvbZ9S6wz9fk5nM2tVpuAdeYzqYtxJ7L35tsUHr3YBWrd3Rm9ys3aQUwDDJkeJ4_Or_C9DT/s1600/New-York-Yankees-30x60-Beach-Towel-2154216181.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635744682053170402" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObq5Rc6gMg5dZn7usFYUcuq3qMk7TcvIofSk9-eUa8SKGHJ6AAdT6YBst5Su5b5XK91KcWOvbZ9S6wz9fk5nM2tVpuAdeYzqYtxJ7L35tsUHr3YBWrd3Rm9ys3aQUwDDJkeJ4_Or_C9DT/s320/New-York-Yankees-30x60-Beach-Towel-2154216181.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 440px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 275px;" /></a><br />
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I love the Yankees, mostly in a historical sense, but I would love to make it to Yankee Stadium sometime <span style="color: #990000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>inmylife</i></span>!</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-74619758255783718662011-07-15T01:02:00.000-06:002011-07-22T01:08:22.498-06:00Pho sho!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">"She's a Pho Pro!"<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">~ Cousin Jo (that's me, not sure why though)<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOkgo92npQpigQACP5wOFhdhJALesoTJeGbCkVg0INEbXNzPSabzXF2gFJhhdRITFc75CKdVn_IdGO_uhPTTchYFlm7nr8AtbabytKwbd_GTZj9HHIwtPudOazbApyoflfs5KMZ_Z9P0Wx/s1600/pho2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632069581150388514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOkgo92npQpigQACP5wOFhdhJALesoTJeGbCkVg0INEbXNzPSabzXF2gFJhhdRITFc75CKdVn_IdGO_uhPTTchYFlm7nr8AtbabytKwbd_GTZj9HHIwtPudOazbApyoflfs5KMZ_Z9P0Wx/s320/pho2.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">A. Rogers July 2011<br /></span></div>Ok, so I have heard of Pho befo' but I have never had the chance to try it. Pho is a Vietnamese soup with really super long noodles and then different kinds of meat or shrimp, etc. So, Chantelle and Brooklynn love pho, so they had to take me to their favorite pho place, The Bamboo Cafe. Pretty good stuff.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-86564982773267230072011-07-14T22:11:00.025-06:002011-07-21T22:13:44.392-06:00Zuma Beach<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghi50TwzOuV2GsReNmlqNnbp-bZKdqK_L5YavvqO9-ROUZIfBnJSQLhTMOYV0VmB2XhQO5b9bTWHu8H3LidEwytXTiBM0fCCSHdbFFbpfYYS0qlWLXtblytFzl2RHTr9WQRzTdyrzN1Q2e/s1600/DSC_0305.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629440062817792402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghi50TwzOuV2GsReNmlqNnbp-bZKdqK_L5YavvqO9-ROUZIfBnJSQLhTMOYV0VmB2XhQO5b9bTWHu8H3LidEwytXTiBM0fCCSHdbFFbpfYYS0qlWLXtblytFzl2RHTr9WQRzTdyrzN1Q2e/s320/DSC_0305.JPG" /></a> SMILE! You're at Zuma!<br /><br /><align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi928iSoWXdDND6gYyDoS_dyUXl7JoR2yNYm-9edwoWOPXMnTFfJwFXMiOi4ICmLSTtF3pz4umJNlabw1mpC06KlCPo8-uS1Aiq1EAKjfN9OElF1xkVUtbtIkt5qRNdjyobSZCZ9N39qiZ8/s1600/DSC_0240.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629428621188023234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi928iSoWXdDND6gYyDoS_dyUXl7JoR2yNYm-9edwoWOPXMnTFfJwFXMiOi4ICmLSTtF3pz4umJNlabw1mpC06KlCPo8-uS1Aiq1EAKjfN9OElF1xkVUtbtIkt5qRNdjyobSZCZ9N39qiZ8/s320/DSC_0240.JPG" /></a> On Saturday, I started my California vacation off perfectly! My cousin Chantelle and her daughter, Brooklynn (6), along with Chantelle's friend, Cindy, and her little girl, Katie (4), all went out for pedicures early in the morning. Cindy treated us all to mochas and smoothies from Dr. Conkey's coffee and candy. She brought me a super yummy strawberry banana smoothie! Chanti got her toes painted bright pink with little flowers for her anniversary cruise, Brookie and Katie went for a bright gold, Cindy got sparkly blue, and I chose a bright purple with sparkles. There's nothing quite as wonderful to start a summer vacation to the beaches and sunshine, as a perfect pedi!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629428592331090402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjriVpKdD4LFt61IzDuo4Q0QPb9_q6YveGuX6Ne4dOqblwvkZZC2N1aIvr9zDeJHQPrKlMjjFZzrkE0j-z7Od4HfMrIUdxrHv9j-wVUdFuFxewCtWqofu6FA47QbsX8ldO0Ct1CuKzLIla8/s320/DSC_0199.JPG" /><br />Shortly after arriving at the beach, we noticed a large, dead jellyfish lying next to the water! I have never seen one before in real life. We made sure to stay back from it, because they can sting you even after they are dead. Some kid decided to go tell a lifeguard and guess what the lifeguard's response was... he said, "So." Seriously? What kind of lifeguard says, "So." Anyways, the jellyfish was quickly washed back to sea where he was given a proper burial closer to his home.<br /><br /><align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pbmIfw2qwSuUHuirH6CchfmG8DwjxR_zxwOboZhmL7EO0P6uBoXJ_y7qK1gA2Jlf0HMaLJSv5HZjX0S6zYOXnlsD_bMs3TEaOLKUlqM0grrZeZldszg3HpndseCRb3bCk4nLn0saWuVB/s1600/DSC_0203.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629428607251162994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pbmIfw2qwSuUHuirH6CchfmG8DwjxR_zxwOboZhmL7EO0P6uBoXJ_y7qK1gA2Jlf0HMaLJSv5HZjX0S6zYOXnlsD_bMs3TEaOLKUlqM0grrZeZldszg3HpndseCRb3bCk4nLn0saWuVB/s320/DSC_0203.JPG" /></a> Haha! Look how scared Brooklynn looks!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQpEq5TVZ0sStu9svuUj0YRX-RBoHLKKhRfO9DsjuhYAYNAuMbgB5w3iZMCZqASRwUGqG-Zmjn_vE9HzGW7br1UhsnomAVaUvJrkDtDhshL3WJtDfIEx2y7sIn-1WktnPUtT0BwET4sal3/s1600/DSC_0211.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629428605158578066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQpEq5TVZ0sStu9svuUj0YRX-RBoHLKKhRfO9DsjuhYAYNAuMbgB5w3iZMCZqASRwUGqG-Zmjn_vE9HzGW7br1UhsnomAVaUvJrkDtDhshL3WJtDfIEx2y7sIn-1WktnPUtT0BwET4sal3/s320/DSC_0211.JPG" /></a><br />I was sooooooo excited to see dolphins jumping all over the place not too far out. In fact I could probably have swam out and actually touched them! They were just out a little past where the waves were breaking. I love that I caught this picture of such a great memory.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrZIdnNT02wcn3qjGYUlPCXTRSVL0v8LpBDvIt5xupburFFYnI274YSbY7r_NxGiXgU5_yFc8DmlozXDKz9V0EzLgweIIPV4cfONTqy-lW6mlvjfpt1YjpttlC5Myvn_lVId7EMVx8J-Lx/s1600/DSC_0226.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629433391693461218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrZIdnNT02wcn3qjGYUlPCXTRSVL0v8LpBDvIt5xupburFFYnI274YSbY7r_NxGiXgU5_yFc8DmlozXDKz9V0EzLgweIIPV4cfONTqy-lW6mlvjfpt1YjpttlC5Myvn_lVId7EMVx8J-Lx/s320/DSC_0226.JPG" /></a> Brooklynn is such a cutie! She didn't want to get to close to the water at first. She wanted to sit way back from the water and she kept trying, in vain of course, to keep the sand off of her feet, her lounge chair, and her towel.<br /><align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ZTtKhbADKjwfFIXD4-fek57_uUBM652U6vn7AMS3NnLCJR0CTYotxxHGzlHqEOgjEax9KSjSshZkE5ZLK-CRVYv-gsirqc7cch7YFYokTihUbG5zG8Pa1xqA9MBkxL2HcTIgA8Qn2gBy/s1600/DSC_0177.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629436856696512546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ZTtKhbADKjwfFIXD4-fek57_uUBM652U6vn7AMS3NnLCJR0CTYotxxHGzlHqEOgjEax9KSjSshZkE5ZLK-CRVYv-gsirqc7cch7YFYokTihUbG5zG8Pa1xqA9MBkxL2HcTIgA8Qn2gBy/s320/DSC_0177.JPG" /> </a>Brooklynn getting sunscreened. haha. I love her face all scrunched up!<br /></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629428587881319794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCjtcWpQ3uYTVHpQTd0MCiquScfed0qvaHqwjX4Qhx5JIADtMKF3iOfa6rgCTawbNZ6ZUbEXEfV6l6hkH9NNT9Uk71_rt7V51D3yQUuf3rGmblq7bZO4BkDi7mGuCR9gylfp3Sbo7wfoKO/s320/DSC_0180.JPG" /><br />She loves the camera!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629436874352404994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDyBUfD54emHvSFmfJW8ierD2kXMXrSXYuXC8_zrRW51BPZelefx7OopZ182jP0jZnU2wYlYdz5oobFNroTN_AwYxZ3qmORbx1M47paFyOkq7dH4NXChMPmOtjHjKWAFV67pXAB60iGyp/s320/DSC_0273.JPG" /> I love, love, love the happiness on her face right here.<br /></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihIizaDaCuRNuNmUiNlgFdScGPJdAvb1fX2yI1GfamETjd0FgawQBtLcoge5MqvreBVj58-iJ6XlbUKDYWfJWu7V8Oqy6VjecDbVcMi3a0LIxsxvYn0Hf1AmH0WuqNRythggGSK2j8oyx7/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629436870452887762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihIizaDaCuRNuNmUiNlgFdScGPJdAvb1fX2yI1GfamETjd0FgawQBtLcoge5MqvreBVj58-iJ6XlbUKDYWfJWu7V8Oqy6VjecDbVcMi3a0LIxsxvYn0Hf1AmH0WuqNRythggGSK2j8oyx7/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629436860803101762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGcpr4Wakb4HADsK0o6eaCFFZSMMFN0RWu5bmT-ZhAtYaO6Cqo7a3g5D-RvL_g_KBbTqhwV38sJQMapzrp0JUAZKPG9ndlzvMq7j4lgfMQSqLujOtmm6Byw2wVeEIiNv367u1jIQAFZPuM/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" /><br />Such a supermodel!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNo_F7WjDvzoxOTF-_f7Xq6-aH8PMRdaIE-O6fry7L4ZOoAxtmQrMIZg3trDDvNP3zRbNJs9jwv4rDu_0H7nfKYr0uRhtfqWQvrmL8F_1nD_r2gmDQIQDPrd1EyygYn__xu_-wGdVF-bm0/s1600/DSC_0304.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629440061510776034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNo_F7WjDvzoxOTF-_f7Xq6-aH8PMRdaIE-O6fry7L4ZOoAxtmQrMIZg3trDDvNP3zRbNJs9jwv4rDu_0H7nfKYr0uRhtfqWQvrmL8F_1nD_r2gmDQIQDPrd1EyygYn__xu_-wGdVF-bm0/s320/DSC_0304.JPG" /></a><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629443195475999698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjR0CR4zuQILKtNv55H9-ZU_mrIV7_H3MFA7NWxMOy_znbs6nLbq7WpjyWJO-TgSZeKsumNX0TKmwZevateGwymeQ6i9Uv9XSxvziD2ZJfYFzH4wlva5G9SR9vY4_8DO99DMlkORuX3J42/s320/DSC_0309.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629440051379574482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK9Y0jbNldfgbN3L5i850NrKEXBTok689Kzq9qrf8uGS2USMXOBKCv41GGujHbCJFAB_foOsuMcBVX1_GqWxyjC6mP_sMZoS4_AvC3oSeE4Q-0nAd56aDFxI_7mh7VZ01UVq6KyUqOAQjJ/s320/DSC_0300.JPG" /><br />We also enjoyed flying kites . . .<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 494px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632022489827240722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQHQobbGhBIAznvMh5yFZvBPVmn0jR94sHF3JdfhhgJEcHVzdUItRonUNOPcE19N4TwaAEKAj4HgwMx2WHu5mg8DYknG0dRTLzTk7yNav4BP5oiFggkv2PnwRPjVSWr1mhofQUUI2rpha6/s320/kite+collage.jpg" /><br /></p><br /><br /><p align="center">and building sand castles!</p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEw2XkMTszID9FSLIsxyb5Qb5OYSBIjT3oH1Aoo2GN_HxyyYlXaWlr6m-rsjqnOTw84dnWClqAvhWhv-9zGISs2vsNi1W_B-ksC93i_9cEvRb5OHGEK59sY11Ap6TG8SQ11gQEaz8F2JK/s1600/100D30001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 541px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632023826448069026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEw2XkMTszID9FSLIsxyb5Qb5OYSBIjT3oH1Aoo2GN_HxyyYlXaWlr6m-rsjqnOTw84dnWClqAvhWhv-9zGISs2vsNi1W_B-ksC93i_9cEvRb5OHGEK59sY11Ap6TG8SQ11gQEaz8F2JK/s320/100D30001.jpg" /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a>I look forward to going back again sometime soon.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-5504032070162367232011-07-06T16:48:00.004-06:002011-07-14T17:28:36.090-06:00Independence Day- Lake Powell style<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbkPzOgQ3-9wNMy3eShC5OJNDNRw7dvTGW4TwO-FsZbY7usPF_OEU2vOt_QrxaMpEbZtoxX2yZBdw5sIMRqepfnhvXgwq5P2ZRIUzEMp8reIINo5pxzvItUad3s0KP2883GACiDPZXZ0NW/s1600/DSC_0160.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629349177241882178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-PZPNQDX4iRDfEpj9kud2GLlxvixPQuxy3AKpdhXdKiJY9OwmcRFlahvAGWpuVIN-N8IljGpIAWFHsUYv8NUUJJkOKhJB6zIHJQG8v1zfOoCS1c8YNCN-p7iAfPzxoRrPUi_BCZJoYXSf/s400/DSC_0153.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD5Gjf1VeNCTYDNOP1jC88MR28HyclUcXK7uGLOsJTsfCHLPmE9-ya9OIiCCEuqHYS_7fljdYU2_FDKKzUYfj_nDqpX1xv1awbU-PQvSKrNnosk-E3ar3HfTO27pwf1erFTqBo0p-gVADi/s1600/DSC_0163.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629350696780053186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD5Gjf1VeNCTYDNOP1jC88MR28HyclUcXK7uGLOsJTsfCHLPmE9-ya9OIiCCEuqHYS_7fljdYU2_FDKKzUYfj_nDqpX1xv1awbU-PQvSKrNnosk-E3ar3HfTO27pwf1erFTqBo0p-gVADi/s400/DSC_0163.JPG" /></a> On Monday, July 4 and Tuesday, July 5, Mom, Kelly, and I went camping at Wahweap at Lake Powell. I have not been back to Page since I left 6 years ago! I can't believe it. It was very strange to be going back.<br />When we got there we all worked in the heat to get the tent up. Mom and I both had snazzy cots and Kelly used Mom's awesomely huge air bed. All three of our lovely camp beds fit in the tent nicely and I was glad to have cots, because actually, it provided more room than other times we've camped because we were able to store our bags below the cots. After getting everything set up, we took a trip into Page and went to RD's and enjoyed some amazing hamburgers, corn dogs, and ice cream! A local tradition that is unmatched.<br />I got a terrible heat headache and when I get these, they are hard to get rid of. We went down to the lake, and it was terribly crowded with locals. We stayed a short time, then went to the resort and went swimming. After that, I was hoping to be rid of my headache, but I wasn't so I slept through dinner. Later, I ate so melon, but that was all. We decided not to go into town to watch the fireworks. It was such a warm night (although very windy) that none of us even needed to use any blankets, but we did get a small sprinkling of rain in the early morning. It felt good with our tent windows open and small drops occasionally slipping through.<br />On Tuesday, we tried to head out to Antelope Canyon to go on a tour of the slot canyons, but were disappointed to see that we had to pay $6 EACH for parking, even though we were all in the same car (explain that one to me, please) + $25 each (cash only) for the tour! We were very bummed, but went back to the lake and enjoyed the much less crowded beach almost to ourselves.<br />Wednesday morning, we woke up, tore down camp, and headed back to St. George. It was a short, but wonderful break and fun to get away from town without having to drive too far. I was a bit disappointed to not have the time to see people who I had not seen in a while, but I intend to make another visit sometime in the fall if I can swing it. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-22845316262501006602011-05-25T20:31:00.002-06:002011-05-25T20:35:46.975-06:00More notes!Well, today was the last day of school so, of course, I got plenty of notes. Thought I would share a good one.<br /><br />Dear: Miss Rogers I'm going to miss you. I learnd things that I didn't now. You are a great techer. You are so so so nice becuse you let us have fun things and lerning things to do. I didn't now how to multiply before but now I now how I'm going to tell you the answer of 8x7=56 and 8x8=64. I'm going to miss you.<br />Your BFF Best Friend Forever<br />From Miriam<br /><br />(Followed by a beautiful sketch of Miriam and Miss Rogers. We sort of look like twins.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-13969599273788485582011-05-25T17:55:00.001-06:002011-05-25T17:57:26.511-06:00Happy summer, everyone!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4T-mFSLiHxvlpmLT7DMZcxuiWvFmg912Q4q_mKsuOEf4AHaWHQqlZlMV4Kiz49jmNlPHN3vhAtDk91ZiFjZPG2HcxJ4i6xbtCvVK01ZIxEJMuW7zxMvwtv0tlcIslWzVPOQ1jcpIRTPe/s1600/last+day+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4T-mFSLiHxvlpmLT7DMZcxuiWvFmg912Q4q_mKsuOEf4AHaWHQqlZlMV4Kiz49jmNlPHN3vhAtDk91ZiFjZPG2HcxJ4i6xbtCvVK01ZIxEJMuW7zxMvwtv0tlcIslWzVPOQ1jcpIRTPe/s400/last+day+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610807080145403106" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >Another year has come and gone,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >Like a downhill train without its brakes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >So now we are writing a fancy song,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >About our year, the good times and the aches.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >Wearing shiny, new uniforms, in August we trudged</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >On to </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;color:#ff6600;" >Dixie</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;color:#ff6600;" > Sun</span></b></span><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" > eager to learn a lot of stuff</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >And every day, that ‘form we wore – and though begrudged</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >To tuck in our shirts, we did with a huff.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >Miss Rogers, our teacher, worked us to the bone.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >She laughed when we cried, “Are you serious?!?! </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;color:#6600ff;" >AND IN CURSIVE, TOO!</span></b></span><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >She chuckled when we would whine and groan.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >But, we knew she loved us when she said, “Here, let me give you a little </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >c l u e….</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >And, “Yes, you can. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;color:red;" >Yes, EVEN YOU!!!</span></b></span><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >Treasures was a </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;color:blue;" >BLAST!</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >And did you know that I just used </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;color:#ff0066;" >onomatopoeia</span></b></span><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >Well, I did. And if you asked</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >“What is that?” I would smile and say it’s used in poetree-a.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >Another totally awesome writing tool is </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;color:green;" >“PER-SON-I-FI-CATION.”</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >A really long word, for a trick we dig, especially in “Nacho and Lolita,”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >Our favorite story, where Nacho is in love and uses </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;color:green;" >SONG-I-FI-CATION</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >To make Lolita fall in love with him and come to his <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">casita</i></b>.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >Science was the best- we all had so much fun!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >Bill Nye rocks and made us laugh about so many strange things,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >Gravity, Ecosystems, the Moon and the Sun,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >Our hearts, brains, skeletons, and Saturn’s rings.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >We got our creative juices flowing with writing and art,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >Using different styles and genres made us kinda scared</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >“What if mine is ugly?” “It’ll be great, just get a start!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >We all are creative, smart, and brave- </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;color:#ff3399;" >BECAUSE WE DARED!!!</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >So, now it’s time we wave good bye,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;font-size:100%;" >To José, Mr. P, Miss Rogers, and all our pals at </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;color:#ff6600;" >Dixie Sun</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;color:red;" >True, it’s sort of sad, and some might cry,</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style=" ;font-family:Abscissa;color:red;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">But come August, we will be back for another year of fun!<br /><br /></span><br /></span></b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-40987949022742999112011-05-06T17:28:00.005-06:002011-05-06T17:36:50.686-06:00Another awesome "love note"Haha! That is what I call notes that my students give me. This is the one I got today.<br />"To: Miss Rogers From: Sam<br />open ----><br />Dear Ms. Rogers<br />Thank you for teaching me it was really fun we made crafts watched movies learnd about native americans and it was fun. I am happy that the ether kids get to have the same amount of stuff the we got to do. and I am going to miss you alot and I hope we get to see each other agin. And I hope 4th grade is as fun as you.<br />from:<br />Sam"<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">I think this is the best part of being a teacher! </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-63527426978662149732011-03-18T20:16:00.005-06:002011-03-18T20:29:24.969-06:00My favorite picture<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpzW_a58ixZRVX58Szv7ubeD6KkdZSOkX2zFaKqJQLcOZ_oMmpiErAol3Eg7o-yFL_cG3HAuUlkiyaoXc2Wil_AYe3NCxsIP1KXjQe1IuDEC25fZVJ8R3CsIy7XOezuHSc3Po4S7J92eg/s1600/191090_10150161937190831_568610830_8695934_3896409_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpzW_a58ixZRVX58Szv7ubeD6KkdZSOkX2zFaKqJQLcOZ_oMmpiErAol3Eg7o-yFL_cG3HAuUlkiyaoXc2Wil_AYe3NCxsIP1KXjQe1IuDEC25fZVJ8R3CsIy7XOezuHSc3Po4S7J92eg/s400/191090_10150161937190831_568610830_8695934_3896409_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585611280216059842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">E.Watts 2011<br /><br /></span></div>This is my new favorite picture of me and my sweet little niece. She was talking to me, which is something she is just learning how to do. She sticks out her tongue as she tries to pull the babbles and coos from deep in her tummy. It is so sweet to feel the words work their way almost from her toes up to her little lips. I don't think I have felt anything so amazing<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" > inmylife</span>, as the genuine love I have for these babes and they have for me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-85965315452870368422011-03-16T19:43:00.005-06:002012-11-03T20:01:26.066-06:00Dress upLast night, my sister wanted to play dress up with little Lolo and take some pictures with my camera. After we got Bubs to bed we had fun dressing her up in a tutu and pearls, but she was not completely cooperative and it was a bit difficult to get some good pix at first. These are some of the fun ones that we got. Erin took most of them, but I love them! So they are going on here!!! P.S. My new goal is to post to this blog once a week and update you on what is happening <span style="color: #990000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%;"><i>inmylife</i></span>. I am focusing mostly on my daily blog which you can check out by clicking <span style="font-size: 130%;"><a href="http://believingisseeing365.blogspot.com/">here</a></span> if you haven't yet.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-15841740184322841222011-01-17T12:12:00.003-07:002011-01-17T12:15:56.187-07:00Happy MLK, Jr. Day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJed48QVkHJQzF8dzwt-cRoT52DIZXLNArgAxgSKkKBwwNpADqDNa-LiIpoh13oZZRrJXhE9w-kNPazVnNLOXY7dw5fal2GMp0dbkpwTg72Qi0dGH7oycKN6R_YKhYr4kAwLzN3DuR0E2A/s1600/700E.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJed48QVkHJQzF8dzwt-cRoT52DIZXLNArgAxgSKkKBwwNpADqDNa-LiIpoh13oZZRrJXhE9w-kNPazVnNLOXY7dw5fal2GMp0dbkpwTg72Qi0dGH7oycKN6R_YKhYr4kAwLzN3DuR0E2A/s400/700E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563234888521514178" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" >As you celebrate your day off today, take some time to think about the freedoms and rights that you enjoy. After all, Dr. King didn't just fight for the rights of his people, he fought for the rights of all people who were not treated fairly. That includes you, me, and our neighbors of all races, colors, and religions.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-90343991999511561552010-11-21T20:08:00.005-07:002010-11-21T20:18:32.857-07:00Playing at the river<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp0lLW2932dVoePuy8WZlU7oj5C0UKw2GXXra5RjIqVAYK6p89TULaGPtZnF1_EB4CEtHCdwuCZl-v4KGEg7E9aUllbi9GL0EnKiij7rKwRXRd29kGKMlyKVhlwa2TzeE9L5zlyVFybP4h/s1600/jude+river+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542207376435041698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp0lLW2932dVoePuy8WZlU7oj5C0UKw2GXXra5RjIqVAYK6p89TULaGPtZnF1_EB4CEtHCdwuCZl-v4KGEg7E9aUllbi9GL0EnKiij7rKwRXRd29kGKMlyKVhlwa2TzeE9L5zlyVFybP4h/s400/jude+river+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLXo5bzH-_ySwqKgrM1D97ePp4MSV4I1NNyoWXurZuJ-pO-IdM9p97LDNdqxjfDzZCLbnS3IQzpNiZeeKk0bg9fB5PFqFChlaxTWGCB7plE75UDf48YK6_LISadVK-sssowFrb7XhTlAZ/s1600/jude+river+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542207367464707122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLXo5bzH-_ySwqKgrM1D97ePp4MSV4I1NNyoWXurZuJ-pO-IdM9p97LDNdqxjfDzZCLbnS3IQzpNiZeeKk0bg9fB5PFqFChlaxTWGCB7plE75UDf48YK6_LISadVK-sssowFrb7XhTlAZ/s400/jude+river+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">On Friday afternoon, I took my nephew, Jude, now almost 17 months old, to the river. It is a short walk from their house and the minute we turned out of the driveway and crossed the street, he knew exactly where we were headed. He started chanting excitedly, "Bafta, bafta, bafta!" (bathtime). I reminded him of the sign for water and he started to use it.... as we were leaving to go back home. The whole time we were there, it was "bafta" this and "bafta" that, "bafta" over here and "bafta" over there. I love this little boy and I am so thankful to have him</span> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">inmylife</span></strong> <span style="font-size:100%;">every single day.</span></span></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-79398172096903049642010-11-21T19:58:00.003-07:002010-11-21T20:04:24.557-07:00Sunrises<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtMXajyDGguKLjAsY5YU_eWSv0Du_KFOCIjJPB1xgeYls5aJhxkQFSoRnEUkV9qUc2TYUFKbHDOZNDojZcyil4G3au5G55T6CKR0v_7Qyn-65mI_anx1to33ssFWC1wRUeeNVGb4RguyQS/s1600/sunrise.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542204077848208706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtMXajyDGguKLjAsY5YU_eWSv0Du_KFOCIjJPB1xgeYls5aJhxkQFSoRnEUkV9qUc2TYUFKbHDOZNDojZcyil4G3au5G55T6CKR0v_7Qyn-65mI_anx1to33ssFWC1wRUeeNVGb4RguyQS/s400/sunrise.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong><em>"I believe in Christianity as I believe the sun has risen. Not because I see it, but because by it, I can see everything else."</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong><em>~ C.S. Lewis</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-14820988659562659562010-11-11T17:00:00.007-07:002010-11-11T17:20:50.328-07:00Have you ever....<span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >.... stopped when you saw a veteran </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPNn8PwRku962lR_inKVPbznSBCM42LVrPJhsJakEhMKnwK3MLuWDlzYwyhFaqKC6TZqWglSxC8IXGSoaNZfSTMojrAb0lZ5nQ_vq2ci8NYrksxVlFWZQ2EINdFnRUD45TApCR6rjubCMN/s1600/ww2_soldier_kissing_daughter_tin_hat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPNn8PwRku962lR_inKVPbznSBCM42LVrPJhsJakEhMKnwK3MLuWDlzYwyhFaqKC6TZqWglSxC8IXGSoaNZfSTMojrAb0lZ5nQ_vq2ci8NYrksxVlFWZQ2EINdFnRUD45TApCR6rjubCMN/s400/ww2_soldier_kissing_daughter_tin_hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538449116971152386" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >or an active soldier and said, <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >"Thank </span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >You!"</span> They truly deserve it! Please try it. It makes you feel so wonderful. I talked to a great WWII vet and his daughter in McDonald's a few weeks ago. He was an angel! Sometimes you feel weird stri</span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >king up a conversation with a complete stranger, but all you really have to say is, <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" >"Thank you!"</span> and </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0pEHkpZbw1ZX5DRB3bRtU1tKVPKbxXogFa42mcINwp6ypZLnWg_DNsPSRHHsCHk0nKq8NzJRjWdoWd1Fordy0NGLKWxi7TMSc5sXMeYYxLqEgc6rk0kvp0yLryCJgz3y8Qbowm7dDlIc1/s1600/images2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0pEHkpZbw1ZX5DRB3bRtU1tKVPKbxXogFa42mcINwp6ypZLnWg_DNsPSRHHsCHk0nKq8NzJRjWdoWd1Fordy0NGLKWxi7TMSc5sXMeYYxLqEgc6rk0kvp0yLryCJgz3y8Qbowm7dDlIc1/s400/images2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538450123288325602" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >your heart will say the rest. They will understand. You might even get a hug!!!!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-66549260324469218032010-11-05T09:16:00.010-06:002010-11-06T21:06:13.571-06:00Books= brain candy!<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhspodTd9uRlH7UIbjNTtm-xzXuAEZ0Ki4mz_kHYpxbDqMwtD5U9dpu8UBe6t4DD_6ei0b-QFh2QZwqhK7vwob71QV10HgxLIc6Gj1YYh43cC4CLZtrRZ26IhIBnlNYMPBdqPuItfMAomup/s1600/4723_95560257111_539677111_2668452_316960_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536294142072057618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhspodTd9uRlH7UIbjNTtm-xzXuAEZ0Ki4mz_kHYpxbDqMwtD5U9dpu8UBe6t4DD_6ei0b-QFh2QZwqhK7vwob71QV10HgxLIc6Gj1YYh43cC4CLZtrRZ26IhIBnlNYMPBdqPuItfMAomup/s400/4723_95560257111_539677111_2668452_316960_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I love books. I love everything about them. New books with crispy pages, old books with yellow, dog eared pages and a deep, stuffy library smell. Big books, small books, children's books, adult books. Classics, biographies, fiction, non fiction, picture books- I love them all. </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">Here are a few quotes about books and reading that I like.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><em>"No skill is more crucial to the future of a child, or to a democratic and prosperous society, than literacy." </em></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><em>~ LA Times, "A Child Literacy Initiative for the Greater Los Angeles Area<br /></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><em>"We read to know we are not alone." </em></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><em>~ C.S. Lewis</em></span></strong><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong><em>"The more you read,<br />the more things you will know.<br />The more that you learn,<br />the more places you'll go." </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong><em>~ Dr. Seuss</em></strong></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750544011045010875.post-45905610768072814602010-11-02T15:08:00.028-06:002010-11-21T19:57:44.829-07:00A Thankful Heart<div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" ><strong><em>"In life we must see that it is not happiness that makes us grateful, but gratefulness that makes us happy."</em> </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-size:130%;" >-Brother David Steindl-Rast @ </span></strong></span><a href="http://www.gratefulness.org/"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><strong>www.gratefulness.org</strong></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wypLt5zz-fq81eYSmTKPsNTrF9CYfNacPD1rTsRNsiPiNMnrNK1_KrAroHJH60ccTYw1sHzSmAzqCGxYEHgw-ukBMY-40eaKOOtDah0HJR9z-6Pw0tDl4rE1Nq1evUDR0P98IoVyu3Lz/s1600/2010-05-19-gratitudepic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535499707768688018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wypLt5zz-fq81eYSmTKPsNTrF9CYfNacPD1rTsRNsiPiNMnrNK1_KrAroHJH60ccTYw1sHzSmAzqCGxYEHgw-ukBMY-40eaKOOtDah0HJR9z-6Pw0tDl4rE1Nq1evUDR0P98IoVyu3Lz/s400/2010-05-19-gratitudepic.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" ><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">'Tis the season to measure that which I am grateful for. This is a wonderful blessing that I have (and you too!)... to count each blessing <span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-size:180%;" ><strong>inmylife</strong></span>; which is usually "small and simple" (Alma 37:6), but occasionally very great, and soon I start to see just how much I have been blessed with every day.If we can cultivate an <a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=cac194bf3938b010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD">attitude of gratitude </a>in our hearts, we will have the power to overcome all of life's challenges and those debilitating feelings of inadequacy that come from the adversary in an effort to keep us from reaching for that power that we have within us to do something amazing and become someone beautifully divine.</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Each day during the month of November, I am going to add to this list something that I am thankful for, no matter how small or insignificant it may be. In order to discover the power of gratitude to unleash unlimited abundance and happiness in <span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-size:180%;" ><strong><em>YOUR</em></strong></span> life, click <a href="http://www.abundance-and-happiness.com/gratitude.html">here</a>.</span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" >November 1: I am thankful for my warm, comfy bed.</span></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">November 2: I am thankful for the opportunity I have to vote.</span></span></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"><br /></span><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >November 3: I am thankful for my students who know how to make me smile.</span></strong></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"><span style="font-size:130%;">November 4: I am thankful for my family.</span></p><p><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:130%;" >November 5: I am thankful for soldiers, firefighters, police officers, and all others who protect and fight for our life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.</span><br /></p><p><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><strong><em>November 6: I am so thankful to have been raised knowing that Jesus Christ is my Savior and that God loves me enough to provide a way to overcome sin, weakness, and all types of pain. What greater love is there than that?</em></strong></span></p><p><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" ><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">I am thankful for my beautiful nephew and his sweet spirit. He truly loves unconditionally!</span></span></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><strong><em></em></strong></span></p><p><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">November 7: I am thankful for good music and the power it has to lift your spirits and bring you closer to God.</span></span><br /><br /></span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" >November 8: I am thankful for rain.</span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">November 9: I am thankful for prayer, especially at 2:00 in the morning when everything seems so hopeless.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">November 10: I am thankful for warm clothes and the heat in my car on a frosty morning. I am also thankful for the heat in my home on a cold afternoon and evening.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">November 11: I am thankful for my grandfather, William Allen Myers, Jr and his service to America in the US Coast Guard. I miss you, Bucky! Thank you for being my hero and my guardian angel. I am also thankful for another grandfather, Garn, and his service to America (Air Force) as well!</span></span> </span></span></p><p><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;" >November 12 I am thankful for the weekend and to have report cards all finished and ready for conferences next week.</span></span></p><p><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;" >November 13 I am grateful for friends. Today I am remembering a really good friend and missing her lots on her birthday. I also was able to spend some time with some good friends from Page that I haven't seen in 2-3 years. Yay for friends.</span></span></p><p><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;" >November 14 I am grateful for Sundays and the spiritual nourishment and refreshment that I get.</span></span></p><p><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#660000;" >November 15 I am grateful for small breaks in between parent teacher conferences. Enough to take a swig from the Dr. Pepper and run to the bathroom.</span></span></p><p><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;" >November 16 I am grateful for my job. Even though the little "turkeys" are loud, sometimes naughty, don't listen too well, and sometimes are energy draining, it sure is rewarding to get a hug from so many of them as I walk across the playground. You would think I was Hannah Montana or something, the way they run up to me yelling my ...name with their arms stretched out for a hug. :D</span></span></p><p><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#003300;" >November 17 I am thankful to have so much to be thankful for.</span></span></p><p><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;" >November 18 I am thankful to be done with parent teacher conferences, and that only 2 people stood us up. </span></span></p><p><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;" >November 19 I am grateful for nice strangers, Santa's Little Helpers! Today I was at Maverick getting at soda and the stranger, an older gentleman sneezed so naturally, I said, "bless you!" Well when I went to buy my drink, I found he had paid for it. That is the 2nd time in recent months that a stranger has paid for my stuff. </span></span></p><p><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;" >November 20 I am thankful that I was able to learn how to read. I am thankful for books, and for all the enjoyment and learning that I get from them.</span></span></p><p><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;color:#663366;" >November 21 I am grateful to have a place of my own. No one cares if it is messy, except me. I can sleep in since no one is making noise. I can do my laundry when I want and not have to worry whether the washer or dryer is available. Its all mine....but I do wish I had someone to help me clean it.</span></span></p><p><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="color:#003300;">November 22 I am thankful for my weaknesses and the humility they have helped me to develop. I am thankful for my ADHD and the things that I have learned about how to learn. Even though I didn't really struggle in school (aside from math), there is so much in other areas of my life that I struggle to learn and it has helped me understand how to be patient with myself and others, and how it feels when you think everyone thinks you're stupid or slow.<br /><br /></span></p></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNARC8gfOmU-U4co4ZArFWnlVamn6w7gYcLmD0Vb-pOJtZQ8bq8QOpc2WOFdIPSYiJOqKyRjpOf-dKaQKmI-wWVaUDs6z-xg_kcWuEH9oPCL3xTyt7dvHyvUW7kCZANswVGzTs6TVNXhO/s1600/gratitude1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535499514498331026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNARC8gfOmU-U4co4ZArFWnlVamn6w7gYcLmD0Vb-pOJtZQ8bq8QOpc2WOFdIPSYiJOqKyRjpOf-dKaQKmI-wWVaUDs6z-xg_kcWuEH9oPCL3xTyt7dvHyvUW7kCZANswVGzTs6TVNXhO/s400/gratitude1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0