<?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-7158233156171555836</id><updated>2012-01-10T11:16:55.971-05:00</updated><category term='Luke&apos;s Wedding'/><title type='text'>Teacher Princess</title><subtitle type='html'>The life and times of a happy, contented Daughter of the King...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-5641433073036174791</id><published>2011-05-26T09:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T09:24:58.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Weight Loss SCAMS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;Ok so I have to rant…. I was listening to the radio paying only partial attention to what was actually being said. When I tuned in to the commercial being played, I was frustrated. A weight loss commercial was playing offering the listener a fast easy way to lose weight "without changing your diet or exercising." When will people learn that without a permanent change the weight loss will not be permanent! It drives me crazy that people think that they can continue the bad habits that created the weight gain and still have a permanent weight loss.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;Most of us that have gone through a weight gain, whether over a long period of time or a whether an explosive weight gain, can identify a cause. For some it was a stressful time period, for others it was some bad habits that have finally caught up with them, for others it can be the onset of a physical problem. No matter what the cause the solution still needs to be a long term one. No matter how good the promises sound a "quick fix" is just that, quick. If you want to have a lasting weight loss you must effect long term changes. Pills, fancy diets, or crazy food combinations have never been a lasting substitute for good ole’ fashioned self-control. A good dose of self-control mixed well with a reality check on why (How) you gained your weight will produce more lasting results than a pill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-5641433073036174791?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5641433073036174791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=5641433073036174791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/5641433073036174791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/5641433073036174791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2011/05/quick-weight-loss-scams.html' title='Quick Weight Loss SCAMS!!'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-3044602459862381584</id><published>2011-05-17T13:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T13:08:30.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of these days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was just looking at my last blog and realized that I am way behind on an update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much has happened since Sept. 2010 and that is one reason that I haven't blogged much... I will be trying to post pictures and give updates of Nate and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607732861740186466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGmX9teTrww/TdKrU6NO-2I/AAAAAAAAAXE/W-ZEpwwMY-8/s320/IMG_3195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate and I started texting in the summer of 2010 and officially started dating this February. He is a wonderful man that is very considerate and generous with not only his money, but also his time, energy and talents. I am blessed that he is in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-3044602459862381584?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3044602459862381584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=3044602459862381584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/3044602459862381584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/3044602459862381584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-of-these-days.html' title='One of these days...'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGmX9teTrww/TdKrU6NO-2I/AAAAAAAAAXE/W-ZEpwwMY-8/s72-c/IMG_3195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-3505383756564638559</id><published>2010-09-28T21:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:01:01.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s hard to walk when you know how to run…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;I recently began thinking about this concept of the Christian walk when I popped my knee cap… again. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;When I was still heavy it happened regularly (like every 3 months for a year). I actually was diagnosed with having an underdeveloped muscle in my knee when I was 16.&amp;#160; When this happens I have to be really really careful and wear a brace, etc. Well in the process of losing weight I came to actually enjoy jogging on my treadmill. Shocking for a girl who had bad knees and a history of asthma. But I worked my way up till I could jog. Tonight I walked on my treadmill. It seemed to take forever. It seemed more natural to keep increasing the speed, but it wouldn’t have been healthy. I have to retrain the muscles of my knee to walk before I can jog again. As I was walking it came to me how often we refer to the life of a Christian as a “Christian walk.” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;We often hold up those who “walk with God” as being saints and patriarchs… men and women to be used as life models. Enoch walked so close to God that he was taken to heaven without seeing death. We are considered blessed when we walk “not in the counsel of the ungodly”(Ps 1:1). We are commanded to walk by faith. We will “hear a word behind you, saying, ‘This is the way, walk in it.’” (Isaiah 30:21) So what is it about this lifestyle that deems it a walk?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;A walk is deliberate. If you have ever watched children and teachers in the hallway of a school, the teacher is not admonishing the children to run but to walk. To slow down seems to be something that is against human nature (to a point). For some of us it seems that the busier we are the more people seem to think we can do. But the more we cram into our day the more we are likely to “run” around.&amp;#160; To walk with God requires a deliberate action on our part to slow down our pace.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;If you have ever tried to carry on a conversation with someone while jogging? It gets more difficult the longer you keep the pace or the faster the pace gets. When we are running around in our&amp;#160; daily life it can be hard to truly have a conversation with Our Father. That He would want that conversation with us should be enough to stop us in our tracks let alone slow us to a walk. As we take the time to have a deliberate relationship with Him, He is able to point out His effects on our lives (a beautiful sunrise on a morning you had to get up early, a mysterious gift on a day when you need to feel the love of a friend, someone stopping you to give a compliment on something that you thought no one would notice). He is able to do so much more for us when take the time to cultivate that loving Father/ Child relationship that He is offering us. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;Instead of resenting the seeming endless slow pace, let’s rejoice in possibility of time spent with the God, who created the universe, who waits patiently for us to spend one-on-one time with Him. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-3505383756564638559?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3505383756564638559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=3505383756564638559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/3505383756564638559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/3505383756564638559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-hard-to-walk-when-you-know-how-to.html' title='It’s hard to walk when you know how to run…'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-2849652696458156839</id><published>2010-09-24T10:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:53:17.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new car!!! Ok so it’s not a car it’s an SUV….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know it’s an SUV… But after driving a car for almost ten years it is hard to break the habit…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/TJy7Vrs5keI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XcxrmwM_eHM/s1600-h/09170017383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="0917001738" border="0" alt="0917001738" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/TJy7WJav_bI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Q55RGN00XOE/0917001738_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="349" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is still at the dealership just before I drove away with Yeoman. I know I named it a guy name (for those of you who know Frank, you understand why…….) I was going to have my students vote for the name for my car, but I realized that I hadn’t chosen any names that had to do with being a forester. So being a literature teacher I named my car after the forester in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I have been accused of being a tree hugger while in this car. When it has a bike on the back it does lend itself to that look :-) Just wait till I have the kayak on the top and the bike on the back I’ll look like a green freak for sure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/TJy7W03z7nI/AAAAAAAAAWc/dz5lfx5VHVo/s1600-h/09180016552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="0918001655" border="0" alt="0918001655" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/TJy7XGG52wI/AAAAAAAAAWg/raHqsaUsfvg/0918001655_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you tell I love the sun roof???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-2849652696458156839?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2849652696458156839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=2849652696458156839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/2849652696458156839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/2849652696458156839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-new-car-ok-so-its-not-car-its-suv.html' title='My new car!!! Ok so it’s not a car it’s an SUV….'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/TJy7WJav_bI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Q55RGN00XOE/s72-c/0917001738_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-2544763186299556190</id><published>2010-09-22T09:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:41:17.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He was waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just recently I heard a song that hinted at the idea that Jesus stopped at the well to wait for the adulterous woman to come along. I was a little skeptical, so I grabbed my Bible and checked, what I found made me think.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Bible does not specifically state that Jesus was waiting for the woman to come by the well. However, keep in mind the fact that Jesus knows each and every one of us inside and out, then look at the Scriptures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Console"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; Therefore, when the Lord knew that the Pharisees had heard that Jesus made and baptized more disciples than John &lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; (though Jesus Himself did not baptize, but His disciples), &lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; He left Judea and departed again to Galilee. &lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; But He needed to go through Samaria.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; So He came to a city of Samaria which is called Sychar, near the plot of ground that Jacob gave to his son Joseph. &lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; Now Jacob’s well was there. Jesus therefore, being wearied from &lt;i&gt;His&lt;/i&gt; journey, sat thus by the well. It was about the sixth hour.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; A woman of Samaria came to draw water. Jesus said to her, “Give Me a drink.” &lt;sup&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; For His disciples had gone away into the city to buy food.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is it beyond the realm of possibility to say that He was waiting for her. Women of the time did not wait till noon to draw water. It was simply too hot for that kind of work at that time of the day. But due to the fact that she was a shunned woman, she went when the rest of the women would have already finished with their water drawing. They didn’t want to associate with her, so it was uncomfortable to work at the well when they were there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Bible depicts Jesus as being weary and tired. He stayed at the well as the disciples went into the town to get supplies. But why would He stay at the well during a time of day when the women would not be able to draw water for him. The wells were not equipped with buckets to draw water with, so Jesus was thirsty sitting at a well with no means of drawing water. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is it too far fetched to believe that the Creator of mankind knew that she would come to the well at that time of day, and not only waited for her to come, but sent His disciples on ahead so that He would be able to talk to her without their prejudices? I don’t think so. Because I serve a God who knows my schedule, loves me, and will wait to intercept me at times when He needs to show me my need for His blessings. When I stop the craziness of my day to&amp;#160; seek Him and spend time in His peaceful presence, He is there waiting with open arms to receive me and give me my portion of living water that is so necessary. A God who is so willing to spend time with me is surely a God who was willing to stop along a dusty road waiting for a woman that society shunned and was an enemy of His people. Even she was shocked that anyone would talk to her let alone someone that was a racial rival. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I at times have a crazy schedule and when I have friends who know my schedule and remember when I am available it amazes me (I don’t always remember:-). But to know that I have a God who not only is aware that I exists, but would take time to know my schedule and sends blessings just when I need them throughout the day, now that is truly amazing. May we never lose sight of the God, who purposely waits for us to come to His well. May we also seek the living water from the source that never runs dry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-2544763186299556190?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2544763186299556190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=2544763186299556190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/2544763186299556190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/2544763186299556190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2010/09/he-was-waiting.html' title='He was waiting'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-6357525619782565666</id><published>2010-07-22T20:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:06:35.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's view</title><content type='html'>One thing that people have said to me is that they want to know my secret... How did you do it... Some time in the near and distant future I might have time to blog about that(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). But I thought about the real secret to my success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My secret is this awhile ago I asked God to show me, the real "me." The "me" that He sees, knows and loves. Let me back up and say that if you really don't know me well, you don't realize that I can have some major self confidence issues. The more I prayed to see myself as God saw me the more I realized that I was capable of so much more than I realized. I started to realize that while I had been doubting my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;abilities&lt;/span&gt;... I didn't even bother to try. And by try, I mean really put effort into it... So I started to push myself. I got involved in a competition, because I realized that I could use my competitive streak that is a mile wide, to my advantage. I started to jog, slowly at first then more and more. I started to count calories and didn't think I could live on so few. But I did it. The more I accomplished the more confidence I had. Confidence not just in the very visible results, but confidence in the accomplishments that I was making. I still remember the day that I ran my first round of 2.5 miles in a half hour. I was so excited. Not only was I a former chubby chick, but I was a former asthma kid. I barely completed the president's test every year in school because I took so long to do a mile. And now I was jogging 2.5 in 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still am working on some of my self confidence issues. But I now see a young lady with a load of determination, a young lady that looks up more when she walks, a young lady with some talent that God can use for His glory. While I can fit into sizes that I didn't think I would ever see again, and the number on the scale &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;'t as scary, the most important thing is to really see myself as God sees me. Once some of that excess baggage is out of the way, He is able to do so much more for me than I ever dreamed possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-6357525619782565666?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6357525619782565666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=6357525619782565666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/6357525619782565666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/6357525619782565666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2010/07/gods-view.html' title='God&apos;s view'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-456725515767309565</id><published>2010-07-22T19:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:52:39.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok so I'm so lame at blogging but I wanted to let those of you who do check my blog that I finally made it to my goal!!! I lost 50 pounds officially!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496881998594589346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/TEjZDdJ4QqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/B11MyVhRMyY/s320/0718001732.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not the greatest picture but the most recent :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-456725515767309565?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/456725515767309565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=456725515767309565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/456725515767309565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/456725515767309565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/TEjZDdJ4QqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/B11MyVhRMyY/s72-c/0718001732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-6086069072855244207</id><published>2010-03-15T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T08:08:58.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a tip…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; First I want to say thank you to all of those who have been so encouraging during my life changing process. Some of you have asked what my secret is to weight loss. First, it is more than just weight loss. It is living a healthier lifestyle. So I thought I would blog some tips from time to time. (My disclaimer is that while these things have worked for me they might not work for you. That is one thing that I have learned is that I have to do what works for me and not everything that the fitness gurus suggest will work, so pick and choose carefully. If after a week or more it doesn’t work then try something else.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So here is my first tip: &lt;em&gt;Portion control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Whether you are calorie counting (my personal favorite, which I will discuss in a later blog entry), &lt;em&gt;POINTS &lt;/em&gt;counting, or just watching the food go into your mouth, watching your portions is a smart healthy choice that may help your weight loss and overall health. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you realize that when you grab that can of pop, bag of chips or tub of ice cream that is not a “serving?”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This was one thing that was one thing that was hard to wrap my mind around. Most liquids (pop, water, milk, juice, etc.) are given as a 8 ounce serving. As a chocolate milk-aholic this was devastating especially since tall glasses that I like to drink out of were no where near 8 measly ounces. I actually found some glasses at MARC’S that were 8 ounces when clear full. These are my morning milk glasses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/S5900zYhB6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/XmiaUmjCDmI/s1600-h/IMG_3062%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_3062" border="0" alt="IMG_3062" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/S5901e4e2uI/AAAAAAAAAOY/dJnJLjE5s-s/IMG_3062_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Without using portion sized containers or my food scale I would eat the whole tub of ice cream without realizing exactly how much I had really eaten. There is nothing wrong with being slightly obsessive about your eating habits. If you aren’t obsessive for yourself, no one else will be obsessive for you. (And if some one started being obsessive for you, you would probably resent it…) Making sure that you are eating only 1 ounce of chips instead of the whole bag, 1/2 cup of ice cream instead of the whole tub, or 8 ounces of chocolate milk instead of the whole carton is a huge first step for most people to take. Getting a food scale also is a big help for knowing exact amounts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/S5902K7mb3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/f8aKpAPk3Vo/s1600-h/IMG_3067%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_3067" border="0" alt="IMG_3067" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/S5902cV6WDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2djfpDTHuGE/IMG_3067_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Taking small steps at a time is one of the keys to success. You can’t expect to drop 100 pounds in a week by this method, but it is one eye opening step in the process of dropping that 100 pounds in the next year or two.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-6086069072855244207?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6086069072855244207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=6086069072855244207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/6086069072855244207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/6086069072855244207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-tip.html' title='Just a tip…'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/S5901e4e2uI/AAAAAAAAAOY/dJnJLjE5s-s/s72-c/IMG_3062_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-2780895248166635524</id><published>2010-01-01T13:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:26:01.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow! 2010 is here and so many opportunities for the new year! Looking back at the last year some interesting things have happened, and with a new year spread out in front of us there is so much room for new interesting things to happen. So what are we going to do about it? Well, I looked back at the post I did for the last New Year... and I made some crazy and fun resolutions. But some of my goals were small monthly ones that would help lead to a healthier, skinnier me... Well it did help some...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421859839205783122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sz5QzCnRNlI/AAAAAAAAAOA/4Cy8hbfPO4c/s320/IMG_2802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm happy to say that I have lost twenty plus pounds since this picture was taken... And feel pretty good. I know it sounds like I'm bragging but it has taken a lot of hard work... Somedays it doesn't feel like I've lost any weight and somedays it feels like I am skinny. LOL Going home to family that hasn't seen me in months showed me that all the hard work was worth it... I must say that the compliments were very encouraging. I already have another goal in mind for a year from when that picture was taken (my birthday). And I'll be sure to post when the time comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish you all the most blessed New Year!!&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/7158233156171555836-2780895248166635524?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2780895248166635524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=2780895248166635524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/2780895248166635524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/2780895248166635524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sz5QzCnRNlI/AAAAAAAAAOA/4Cy8hbfPO4c/s72-c/IMG_2802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-57120917757460829</id><published>2009-11-23T08:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:24:26.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 100</title><content type='html'>In thinking of the holiday season that is already upon us (where does time go??). Our pastor gave us a Thanksgiving message based on Psalm 100. While he was preaching and I was taking notes I kept thinking back to verse 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord is good..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes that is all you know... That's all I know right now. The Lord is good no matter what I am going through, no matter what people say, no matter what is going on in the world. He is good whether I am happy or sad, whether is raining or the sun is shining. Whether I acknowledge Him or ignore Him; He is good. Because I have decided to not only acknowledge Him but accept Him as Savior, He is very good. This doesn't mean that my life will go smoothly. But God is still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, life hasn't been the bed of roses that we all dream that it will be, but I am choosing to focus on the fact that God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-57120917757460829?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/57120917757460829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=57120917757460829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/57120917757460829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/57120917757460829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/11/psalm-100.html' title='Psalm 100'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-1446113164999769331</id><published>2009-11-09T09:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T09:56:38.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just wanted to wish my Mom and Dad a Happy Anniversary!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SvgtpHJWaDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/P9W_Obm_6-c/s1600-h/IMG_29622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_2962" border="0" alt="IMG_2962" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SvgtpeeByQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_J1NeX8g4aU/IMG_2962_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;God has blessed me with wonderful, loving and supportive parents!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I love you both!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-1446113164999769331?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1446113164999769331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=1446113164999769331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/1446113164999769331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/1446113164999769331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SvgtpeeByQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_J1NeX8g4aU/s72-c/IMG_2962_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-2073994303839349649</id><published>2009-10-16T14:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:38:25.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just a Hallmark holiday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Normally I try to ignore certain “Hallmark” holidays because sometimes they are just a little painful. To singles it is hard to watch the married couples be all “gushy.” Please don’t get me wrong; I want couples to show affection… In fact couples &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;to show each other affection. But it can be more than just mush and gush…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sti85wRDHJI/AAAAAAAAANw/fdgUwOkC9tk/s1600-h/1016091328%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="1016091328" border="0" alt="1016091328" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sti86eeLkTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uTjfHhGTqs0/1016091328_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These roses came from one of my students to show me how much she cared… That’s what Sweetest Day is about…  Letting others know how much they mean to us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom you are sweet for listening to me when I need to talk… for being an encouragement source as I am trying to lose weight…. for worrying about me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dad you are sweet for taking those calls when you know that I “have a question,” for being Mr. Fix-it man, for being one of the most inspirational people to me… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luke and Joanna you are sweet for standing up for what is right. Keep encouraged God knows everything you go through and is there for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my students… you are sweet to me for your attempts to be funny, your many attempts to do your best in school, and the different ways that I see you growing up….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are so many more people that I need to remember as being “sweet” that I would run out of time and space. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;To all my single friends: don’t get discouraged with the mush and the gush. Use this opportunity to witness the power that you can have in encouraging others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my married friends: use the opportunity to remind your spouse that they are a priority to you. In this wild and crazy world we all need to hear that someone cares and thinks that we are special…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Sweetest Day!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. Thank you for the roses!! You made my day!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-2073994303839349649?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2073994303839349649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=2073994303839349649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/2073994303839349649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/2073994303839349649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-just-hallmark-holiday.html' title='Is it just a Hallmark holiday?'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sti86eeLkTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uTjfHhGTqs0/s72-c/1016091328_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-5648077400286515856</id><published>2009-09-30T15:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:12:05.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass the peas, please...</title><content type='html'>Today in Chapel Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Goodenow&lt;/span&gt; reminded me of one of my favorite Bible characters, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shamah&lt;/span&gt;. In II Samuel 23:11-12, it describes one of David's mighty men. This man stood his ground, in the middle of a pea patch (The Bible says lentils, so that can be translated different ways). He defended his land of inheritance from the Philistines. When every one else fell away, he stood his ground. Sometimes it feels like we are the only ones that are taking the stand. And while we might be alone on a certain issues there are others in other places who have had to stand. And we can look at their example and be encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that encouraged me was that God gave a mighty victory. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shamah&lt;/span&gt; wasn't Super Man. While he was the only human that was in the field, he was not entirely alone. God was there and "wrought a great victory." He was ordinary. We don't have to be Super Man (or Woman) to stand. We can be a simple laborer for God when he gives us the opportunity to be used for a "great" victory. How often do we grumble and complain that God has allowed trials into our lives. I am sure that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shamah&lt;/span&gt; was looking for the Philistines and hoping that they would show up, so he could show off his battle skills. Very likely he was a simple farmer who was harvesting his crops. The Philistines were known for waiting till the Hebrews were harvesting before showing up and stealing the food. Maybe they had done this before to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shamah&lt;/span&gt;, and just maybe he was fed up with what the Philistines had been dishing out. He decided that today was the day that he wouldn't take any more. I almost picture him going out to the field with his harvesting tools and a sword strapped to his side. When they (a troop of Philistines) showed up, he told them to get off his land. When they didn't he prepared himself to fight. Now the Bible doesn't say that he fought them with a sword, and if he didn't have a sword then God really was working a "great" miracle. There had originally been more people with him but they ran away in fear, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shamah&lt;/span&gt; stood. He probably didn't think that he would make it out alive, but obviously that didn't scare him away from the fight. As Christians there are times that we enter a spiritual battle where it seems that the odds are stacked against us. But like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shamah&lt;/span&gt; we have a secret weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have loved to be a mouse in that field to watch the work of God. I can imagine that when the dust settled &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shamah&lt;/span&gt; wondered how it was that he was still standing. There are times that in the midst of the fight we don't think that we are making any headway, but when the dust settles and we reflect on how the Lord has helped us; we are in awe. We are still standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine that after that (whether he liked the taste of peas or not) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shamah&lt;/span&gt; was reminded of God's power and might every time he was served up a dish of peas. He did not enter that field with the intent of being a hero, but because of his willingness to stand regardless of other people's choices the Bible has a recorded of his act. Not only a record of this act, but he was one of David's mighty men who were known for many acts of valour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Christian, I want to encourage you. In a country where we are told that we know longer are the majority, remember we are called to make a stand. A stand for the Biblical principles that our country was founded on. The opposition to the cause of God and our country may seem powerful and resourceful, but we have a secret weapon who controls the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 6:13 Therefore take unto the whole armor of God that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-5648077400286515856?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5648077400286515856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=5648077400286515856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/5648077400286515856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/5648077400286515856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/pass-peas-please.html' title='Pass the peas, please...'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-7171173726948967851</id><published>2009-09-21T18:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:07:09.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick politcal thought</title><content type='html'>I don't normally make it a practice to get political on my blog. But I just couldn't resist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I am abroad, I always make it a rule never to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;criticize&lt;/span&gt; or attack the government of my own country. I make up for lost time when I come home."         -Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw that this was the quote of the day(Monday) for my blog I thought that it was so appropriate for the times, with Obama scheduled to speak before the UN. I don't appreciate any president that attacks the country of which he is the commander and chief . I can only hope that President Obama would take a few pointers from someone who was know to be a statesman &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extraordinaire&lt;/span&gt; and hold up our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our students recently did a display on the Constitution. Our Constitution is the oldest in the world and has been copied by many countries. Our form of government has worked for over two hundred years, since when does it not work any more. We don't need socialist programs or the government running every part of our lives from the cars we drive to the types of drinks we consume. It is ridiculous to think that this is what the people really want for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew...... That &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relieved&lt;/span&gt; a little of what was on my mind... Now back to grading.... And I'll not bother you with any more of my political thoughts. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-7171173726948967851?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7171173726948967851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=7171173726948967851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/7171173726948967851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/7171173726948967851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-quick-politcal-thought.html' title='Just a quick politcal thought'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-7210678386493089276</id><published>2009-09-21T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:21:00.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SrelluETokI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/sJZi2hyXzAc/s1600-h/08200915563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="0820091556" border="0" alt="0820091556" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SrelmIV_4VI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SznuTnxt4aw/0820091556_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the Market place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SrelnFXJheI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Qi4FbxuPulo/s1600-h/08200915573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="0820091557" border="0" alt="0820091557" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sreln0sX3tI/AAAAAAAAAMc/dm9FUx9TcSI/0820091557_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This “Grandma” since she called me Carol. LOL it was the big joke, when I first started working there they couldn’t remember my name.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-7210678386493089276?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7210678386493089276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=7210678386493089276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/7210678386493089276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/7210678386493089276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-pictures_21.html' title='Summer pictures'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SrelmIV_4VI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SznuTnxt4aw/s72-c/0820091556_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-8013835496521793051</id><published>2009-09-21T12:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:30:33.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SrepkVo4eyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/R62-YnNMP-c/s1600-h/0820091714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383958321293720354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SrepkVo4eyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/R62-YnNMP-c/s320/0820091714.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melody the right hand lady on the farm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SrepjZ8NoXI/AAAAAAAAANI/VuCWmpK-4xo/s1600-h/0820091538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383958305268670834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SrepjZ8NoXI/AAAAAAAAANI/VuCWmpK-4xo/s320/0820091538.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason the one I worked with often....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SrepioBBIwI/AAAAAAAAANA/R9c39kBU9LA/s1600-h/0820091602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383958291867050754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SrepioBBIwI/AAAAAAAAANA/R9c39kBU9LA/s320/0820091602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;David, who likes to pester people with bugs and thrown apples...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7158233156171555836-8013835496521793051?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8013835496521793051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=8013835496521793051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/8013835496521793051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/8013835496521793051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SrepkVo4eyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/R62-YnNMP-c/s72-c/0820091714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-4414498164827962308</id><published>2009-09-21T12:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:25:02.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sren3fPxmEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/coEtBILslOg/s1600-h/0820091333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383956451267024962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sren3fPxmEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/coEtBILslOg/s320/0820091333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Grandpa" showing us how to grade apples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sren2iKI9-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/f8cFYUmG4z4/s1600-h/0820091557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383956434868828130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sren2iKI9-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/f8cFYUmG4z4/s320/0820091557.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Grandma" who always called me Carol... They tended to forget names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sren1x7JeAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-WKkIrGCFpI/s1600-h/0820091556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383956421921044482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sren1x7JeAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-WKkIrGCFpI/s320/0820091556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The market place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7158233156171555836-4414498164827962308?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4414498164827962308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=4414498164827962308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/4414498164827962308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/4414498164827962308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-pictures.html' title='Summer pictures'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sren3fPxmEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/coEtBILslOg/s72-c/0820091333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-2038021123617421694</id><published>2009-09-21T12:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:18:18.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My “What I did with my summer” essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sounds just like a teacher :-) This summer went by so quickly and I have to admit I really wasn’t ready to start school.&amp;#160; Now I really sound like one of my students. On the other hand, I had student who was telling my in July that she was ready for school to start cause she was bored. I told her she could come to work with me and that would take care of ALL of her boredom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Most of you know that I work at the Dutch Haus. Well this spring I put in a note asking for more hours but knowing how life goes and all of the college students that would be coming back, I decided to look elsewhere. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well after talking to my friend Tonya, I called one of the local fruit farms and Jon Huffman decided to give me a shot. I started the Friday after school was out and that was my trial work day. I worked in the grading room and had been warned about the boredom in that room. But it was different than anything that I have ever done. I have worked quite a variety of jobs and this was very different. I like the more physically labor aspect of it. I have thinned apple trees, graded apples, bagged apples and even delivered apples. I graded peaches, sold strawberries at a roadside stand, graded and sorted tomatoes and peppers and got to try a wide variety of veggies and a variety peaches and apples. The only thing I didn’t learn was how to run the fork lift. Knowing how klutzy I am I would end up tearing up something or running something over. So I skirted that little learning experience. :-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some friends even joined me there. Danielle, Eric, Stephanie and I got to work together some. They got to work in the outdoors while I was in the grading room. They say that you never stop learning, but I think that your learning depends on you… There are always new experiences to learn from and this summer was full of them for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-2038021123617421694?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2038021123617421694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=2038021123617421694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/2038021123617421694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/2038021123617421694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-what-i-did-with-my-summer-essay.html' title='My “What I did with my summer” essay'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-6486194681712102119</id><published>2009-09-21T11:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:31:33.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lydia, a dyer of purple</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Rev. Grabill did a wonderful job on Saturday. I thanked him personally but also thought I would share his some of his thoughts from the funeral service for Nancy Ritchey. (Mind you I was not able to stay for the whole service due to a calling and work schedule, but what I was present for was very challenging.) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Rev. Grabill, I hope that I can do justice to your challenge to us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Rev. Grabill compared Miss Ritchey with Lydia a convert in the New Testament. Lydia extracted dye from oyster shells which was a very taxing job, she knew what hard work meant and was accomplished. She was clothed in her product and worked to cloth others in her product. Purple dye was very expensive and reserved for royalty. And we all know that Miss Ritchey was a queen among women. However, Miss Ritchey knew how to work hard and did so with her own education and for her students as well. I can remember her telling stories of some of her college days that made us all laugh, but reminded us of how much she had to work to get where she was. She was always thought of as a tough teacher, but that sentiment was always followed with “but you always learned from her.” She was clothed in her product of God’s grace and mercy. It was told that the nurses at the care facility where she was when she passed away were saddened that they could not spend more time getting to know her, because, she was so special. She also challenged her students to “wear” her royal cloth. To not only have a head knowledge of God and who He was, but to be clothed in His Righteousness. To allow His righteousness to mold us and make us vessels that would accomplish His will, this was the aim of her life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Her funeral was a celebration of a homegoing not a mourning of the lost. May we take the admonition of such a grand teacher that same could be said of our passing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-6486194681712102119?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6486194681712102119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=6486194681712102119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/6486194681712102119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/6486194681712102119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/lydia-dyer-of-purple.html' title='Lydia, a dyer of purple'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-7830579256944325921</id><published>2009-09-14T17:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:57:13.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspeakable Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As I reread my last post I truly didn't realize how little time we had with one of the greatest women on earth. I am not going to even attempt to laud her as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thoughtsofasojourner.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; did. Check his blog for an excellent and touching commentary from a former student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I will say this I was remembering the day that she found out that I was moving age groups in my teaching career. She remarked that she was going to have to double her time in prayer for me since I was moving from 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and 3rd grade to 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. She knew more than I what I was facing. Knowing that she was praying for me helped me so much through the times that I thought I would quit. And here I am... Still teaching 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (and clear up to 12&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at times) knowing that if she hadn't been praying for me I wouldn't have made it this far. Since I am still single, several have teased me asking if I was going to be the next Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ritchey&lt;/span&gt;. I could never hope to take up that mantle. I can only hope to follow in her footsteps as she so faithfully followed in the footsteps of our Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm sure she would be horrified to know that everybody is focusing on her. However, she deserves more than the few kind but almost lacking words that we have all used to describe her. For all of you who never had the privilege of knowing her or sitting in one of her classes, I am sorry. She was a master teacher and tough as nails. She had high&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; expectations.&lt;/span&gt; She was loving, caring and even generous. (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Although&lt;/span&gt; don't let those last three get out. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can still remember phrases and definitely the tune to the prayer hymn she had us learn for prayer class. And I sit remember trying not to hum the tune too loudly during the final where we had to write out the poem. And her sitting in the front of the room grinning while watching us all trying not to hum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Few people have impacted my life for God as my Grandpa Geno, Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ritchey&lt;/span&gt; and Rev. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Satterfield&lt;/span&gt;. May we all remember the lessons that they so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diligently&lt;/span&gt; taught us and live so close to God that this time of parting seems but a brief pause in light of the eternity that we will face worshipping our Lord together. I'm sure Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ritchey&lt;/span&gt; is experiencing more than just "a better place." I'm sure she is experiencing unspeakable joy. (And I'm sure she is enjoying that music and even joining in on the fun ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-7830579256944325921?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7830579256944325921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=7830579256944325921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/7830579256944325921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/7830579256944325921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/unspeakable-joy.html' title='Unspeakable Joy'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-3547675841263002276</id><published>2009-09-11T13:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:24:25.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unsung Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For those of you who sat under the teaching of Miss Ritchey and enjoyed her quick wit and sarcastic sense of humor, I hope this post provokes your thoughts and prayers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was hospitalized yesterday.  And is not doing well physically. Please say a prayer for her today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was remembering the day that I walked into her office to demand an explanation for a C in psychology. I knew that I had gotten B level grades, and I couldn’t figure out why I had been given a C… She told me that I was and A student who gave her B work so my “participation” made it a C. After that I gave all my classes more effort. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a teacher if I could be half the teacher that she was I would be happy. She was so wise at knowing her students and understanding what was best for them. Notice that I didn’t say what they wanted but what was best for them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my classroom is an old-fashioned school desk that will always hold memories for me, because it once belonged to her… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SqqHc2uX5iI/AAAAAAAAAMI/l9m4fTRsnNw/s1600-h/0911091307%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="0911091307" border="0" alt="0911091307" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SqqHdHbJ5ZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7zBBN7rsO_4/0911091307_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She inspires me and challenges me, and she has shown me what a deep love of God looks like. She is one of those people who have influenced me in my Christian walk. She is too modest to admit how influential she has been in so many lives. But like the Southern Gospel song “Faces” says I think that when the Lord gives her the reward she has earned there will be many faces to watch her receive her crown! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you Miss Ritchey!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-3547675841263002276?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3547675841263002276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=3547675841263002276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/3547675841263002276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/3547675841263002276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/unsung-hero.html' title='An Unsung Hero'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SqqHdHbJ5ZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7zBBN7rsO_4/s72-c/0911091307_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-2327566551955349551</id><published>2009-09-11T09:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:31:20.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom</title><content type='html'>I've always tried to remember 9/11 not because of any tragic event that changed the world as I knew it, but because it's my mom's birthday... (hopefully I'll post a picture of her after I have supper with them tonight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Mom! I love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-2327566551955349551?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2327566551955349551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=2327566551955349551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/2327566551955349551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/2327566551955349551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-6169902751044004556</id><published>2009-09-02T15:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:45:40.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sp7LY-dQUlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jCPPwlEHtTE/s1600-h/0902091241%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="0902091241" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="0902091241" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sp7LZI8726I/AAAAAAAAAME/7ZIlMnbGElo/0902091241_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I can’t believe it!!!! It’s finally here!!!!! (can you tell I’m excited?)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Now that I have a wireless capable laptop, I’m hoping to blog more. Lol I know promises, promises…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry if I’m bragging but I can’t help it… I’m just a little excited :-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-6169902751044004556?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6169902751044004556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=6169902751044004556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/6169902751044004556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/6169902751044004556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-toy.html' title='My new toy'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sp7LZI8726I/AAAAAAAAAME/7ZIlMnbGElo/s72-c/0902091241_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-25271613447494715</id><published>2009-08-31T09:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:46:35.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>Wow what a summer! It went way too fast and was way too short! I did take pictures of my farm experience and plan on posting those later this week. For those who haven't heard I got a new cell phone as my old one gave up the ghost and lost all my numbers in the process! It is a very hard thing to have a new phone and no one to text... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm finally getting a new laptop... My students will no longer hear my cries of dismay as my dinosaur of eight years was playing dead or erasing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;valuable&lt;/span&gt; student grades. It will also make blogging easier, cause I now have wireless! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yipee&lt;/span&gt;!!! Well signing off for now. School is on and lots to do today. God has blessed us with another opportunity to work for Him. May I do my best to please Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-25271613447494715?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/25271613447494715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=25271613447494715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/25271613447494715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/25271613447494715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-7808340393537483683</id><published>2009-05-08T18:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:02:40.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My students can say the funniest things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never fear students of mine you shall remain nameless to protect those who are very guilty.... ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other day I had informed my students that during the last period study hall(held in my homeroom) I would not be accepting questions... I had done nothing but answer questions the previous period (40 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;) and had gotten absolutely nothing done! So they would have to hold on to their questions. "If I get finished with what I need to grade, I'll answer questions." The students got busy with their work... One student anxious for help with some Bible homework, blurted out in the fairly quiet room... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LaVan&lt;/span&gt;, can I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dibs&lt;/span&gt; on you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before he realized how that statement might have sounded, the whole class bust out laughing! He got teased for the rest of the day for wanting to call "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dibs&lt;/span&gt;" on his teacher....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The very next day at the end of the day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anticipating&lt;/span&gt; going out side (due to having all their homework done) A different student asked me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LaVan&lt;/span&gt;, can we go out?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having been one of the ones who had laughed the hardest the day before, he had to endure being teased for asking his teacher to go out with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told them that what they mean and what others hear/think that they mean are two totally different things... Oh well it made me smile and about 13 others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-7808340393537483683?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7808340393537483683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=7808340393537483683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/7808340393537483683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/7808340393537483683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-students-can-say-funniest-things.html' title='My students can say the funniest things...'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-7706612110591649662</id><published>2009-04-28T20:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:34:28.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;     Me, silent, I know it's shocking... but it does happen occasionally... This post is for those of you pestering me to post something... Now maybe you won't tease me about not posting once you see how boring I am... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; To be honest, I haven't had much to say... So much has been going on that I couldn't really talk about, or at least didn't want to talk about on a blog, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;... And really nothing funny has really happen in the last little while that isn't an inside joke that only a few would get...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;     So what to talk about... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... Well, I could talk about how glad I am that as of tomorrow I only have a month total of school left... I used to think that only the students were excited about that... But I'm pretty sure that teachers are just as excited if not more so... but why talk about stuff you already know... :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;     I could tell you all about my week of testing... "please make sure that the circles are filled in completely." "When you come to the bottom of page 72 you will see a stop sign. You may check your work on pages 63 through 72 but do not go on to any other pages." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt; boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;     One thing I will say is that God is so good even in the midst of confusion. Lately I have things come my way that I didn't understand and still don't. There are decisions that I will have to make that are serious decisions. Trying to keep up with everyone and my schedule makes my life interesting. But God didn't promise a life of ease, He promised us that He would be with us... And He has been so kind and gracious, and has made Himself so real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;God is good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;     Tomorrow I will be turning, well never mind that... But I have been thinking a lot about how far God has brought me in the last nine years. How he has provided for me, and blessed me. Nine years ago this August I decided that I was going to serve God no matter where it took me... It's been so interesting so far, and He has been so good how can I not help but look forward to the next nine years....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-7706612110591649662?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7706612110591649662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=7706612110591649662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/7706612110591649662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/7706612110591649662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-silence.html' title='My silence'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-1735245934795640038</id><published>2009-04-28T20:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:56:21.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A sunny graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SfekdBeiN0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Hwd2VW5QpN0/s1600-h/IMG_2796%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329909502535939906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SfekdBeiN0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Hwd2VW5QpN0/s320/IMG_2796%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(He is so going to shoot me for posting this picture... We couldn't get him to smile... Lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;On Sunday I was privileged to go up to Walsh University to see my bother-in-law graduate from college. He graduated with his bachelor's in business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Needless to say the day was hot... 90 degrees hot with barely a cloud in the sky... And this freckle faced red head fried... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;... It was the first burn of the year, and my neck got the worst of it... But it was worth it to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt; graduate... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Congratulations!!! We are all so proud of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-1735245934795640038?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1735245934795640038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=1735245934795640038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/1735245934795640038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/1735245934795640038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunny-graduation.html' title='A sunny graduation'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SfekdBeiN0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Hwd2VW5QpN0/s72-c/IMG_2796%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-7039315671957059949</id><published>2009-03-24T19:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:48:00.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sclu-nOxzvI/AAAAAAAAALI/mTzyqRLd9wM/s1600-h/IMG_6510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316902857049493234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sclu-nOxzvI/AAAAAAAAALI/mTzyqRLd9wM/s320/IMG_6510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; Stephanie had tried out the nice soft landing pad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sclu-GVbYDI/AAAAAAAAALA/co0yE5xNGwY/s1600-h/IMG_6512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316902848219013170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sclu-GVbYDI/AAAAAAAAALA/co0yE5xNGwY/s320/IMG_6512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; trying out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emergency&lt;/span&gt; phone device&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sclu-Pbrr1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/b_81VhFlkGM/s1600-h/IMG_6498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316902850661166930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sclu-Pbrr1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/b_81VhFlkGM/s320/IMG_6498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The prep work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-7039315671957059949?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7039315671957059949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=7039315671957059949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/7039315671957059949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/7039315671957059949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-photos.html' title='More photos'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sclu-nOxzvI/AAAAAAAAALI/mTzyqRLd9wM/s72-c/IMG_6510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-6360286848043767705</id><published>2009-03-24T17:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:28:47.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Very funny prank...</title><content type='html'>This is another practical joke story from the king of practical jokes... But this time I was in on the planning end not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; end.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Background:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Stephanie came over to my house to use my treadmill since it was to cold outside. She was use to running outside and to my knowledge had never run on a treadmill before. I blindly assumed that she knew what she was doing... However, if you are not used to running on a treadmill, you should go a little slower than you are used to running with your own motivation... Stephanie, had my machine cranked to 8 mph when "something happened. . . . I don't know what. . . ." she fell!!! She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acquired &lt;/span&gt;nine very colorful, very painful bruises. Now there is now way I'm going to let this ride... :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soooooo&lt;/span&gt; when this opportunity came up a few weeks later, I could not let it pass by... Daryl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Quesenberry&lt;/span&gt; called me up to be the inside contact. The original night of this joke was Monday night but the mission was aborted. So Tuesday night it was the official night of the joke. I was in Stephanie's room talking with her and another friend, Susie. When she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a phone call from a number that she didn't know... Mysterious.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; The voice on the other end of the told Stephanie to go outside the girls dorm. (hopefully I will be able to post the video of the discovery of the gift soon) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316892334035978354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/ScllaF82SHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gwIyg1vS6XU/s320/IMG_6503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A set up picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316887198969260722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SclgvMViarI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tloYUhDkt4g/s320/IMG_2743%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316887203602107186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SclgvdmGCzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/SWjFXk2wVxw/s320/IMG_2744%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving outside she stumbled upon the gift... Laughing hysterically the whole time we discovered the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Washburn&lt;/span&gt; MANUAL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stressmill&lt;/span&gt;.... Which was equipped with the latest redneck safety devices: torso, knee and shin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;posterior&lt;/span&gt;, elbow, hand, head and chin protectors. Oh there were emergency guidelines, phone number lists and a first aid kit... Did I mention the landing pad (an inflatable twin mattress) which was positioned behind the stress mill just to break a possible tumble. There was also a device that you grip with your teeth or your gums... whichever you have... and it calls 911 for you if you fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316887207422318978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/Sclgvr052YI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Lbb3oH0G2NI/s320/IMG_2746%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was a very funny prank and no one was hurt physically or emotionally in the production of this prank...  And lets just say that the half has not been told.... I will be trying to post more pictures and a clip or two of some of the funniness...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-6360286848043767705?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6360286848043767705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=6360286848043767705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/6360286848043767705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/6360286848043767705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-very-funny-prank.html' title='One Very funny prank...'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/ScllaF82SHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gwIyg1vS6XU/s72-c/IMG_6503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-5143150097683374252</id><published>2009-03-17T18:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:46:40.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of the cutest kids around....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/ScAoOR_4KJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cnM34e0kx2g/s1600-h/IMG_2668%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314291786111789202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/ScAoOR_4KJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cnM34e0kx2g/s320/IMG_2668%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/ScAnOlzmQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/9Th4hKOe5QY/s1600-h/IMG_2665%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314290691917366210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/ScAnOlzmQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/9Th4hKOe5QY/s320/IMG_2665%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/ScAnOJry3wI/AAAAAAAAAKA/go2Y76boSYI/s1600-h/IMG_2669%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314290684368445186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/ScAnOJry3wI/AAAAAAAAAKA/go2Y76boSYI/s320/IMG_2669%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple of pictures of two of the most adorable "rugrats" as a former prof use to call them... Daniel and I have lots of fun together... We are both ADHD, and have fun keeping each other entertained... he always has a ready smile... that is unless is mom is wiping his nose...&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/7158233156171555836-5143150097683374252?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5143150097683374252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=5143150097683374252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/5143150097683374252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/5143150097683374252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-of-cutest-kids-around.html' title='Some of the cutest kids around....'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/ScAoOR_4KJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cnM34e0kx2g/s72-c/IMG_2668%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-4973097613675508763</id><published>2009-03-05T20:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:29:07.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The best Valentine's Day present ever!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is probably one of the funniest things that I have ever lived through... And every time I look at the pictures I lose it all over again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At our school, the faculty are assigned a month to bring a snack for that months faculty meeting. I have been given February every year... yeah the single teacher gets the love month... I don't mind, and usually get teased for months about how elaborate my "meal" is... I love to cook, and since cooking for one is boring don't do it all the time... Hey it shows them how much I love them... I even use the opportunity to buy my yearly roses... I buy myself a dozen of white roses since, well, my husband won't buy me any... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so here is the rest of the story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309886504550433906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SbCBpJVehHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uMqnkUi77v8/s320/IMG_2630%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have an invisible husband... His name is Frank. Frank was charming when I met him, but we've been married now for 4 years and well let's just say it's not paradise... He won't go to church with me (which is how this story got started... I didn't have a husband to put his arm around me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Covenant&lt;/span&gt; Marriage Sunday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) he doesn't do any chores and my house is always a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disaster&lt;/span&gt; because of him... getting the picture... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He is a wonderful scapegoat from bruises to being late... He gets blamed for a lot of things... But no one has ever seen him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A couple of my co-teachers thought it would be funny if Frank came to school... So as I finished setting up the snack, and the plates with some help from my wonderful parents... I couldn't figure out where a couple of the guy teachers were, so my principal decided to start with out them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309885331349913986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SbCAk20rQYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FOT4PFrz9w4/s320/IMG_2590%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well after we prayed to start the meeting... Low and behold what walked in the door...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309885338195780002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SbCAlQU24aI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5UshRnK1YbE/s320/IMG_2613%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309885362383318450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SbCAmqbnbbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dvIWUJDVzmM/s320/IMG_2617%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was Little River Singing Valentines... (Little River is a notorious group of pranksters and all around funny group...) "Frank" had supposedly hired them to sing "You Are My Sunshine" for me... He also brought me a rose and a card...  And came dress like a knight... With a sign that said "Cupid keeps missing"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309885352664278546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SbCAmGOaphI/AAAAAAAAAJg/v_DzJVWfr-c/s320/IMG_2614%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Needless to say I was laughing my head off till they wheeled him over next to me and the "dummy" acted like he was going to give me a hug... The joke was great!!! And the card is still on my desk to remind me of when Frank came to school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309885355298909602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SbCAmQCj7aI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1Epd1BTMk8E/s320/IMG_2615%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-4973097613675508763?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4973097613675508763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=4973097613675508763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/4973097613675508763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/4973097613675508763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-valentines-day-present-ever.html' title='The best Valentine&apos;s Day present ever!!!'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SbCBpJVehHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uMqnkUi77v8/s72-c/IMG_2630%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-3532443553156390441</id><published>2009-02-10T08:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:07:32.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As "The Day" approaches, I know that I will get sick of red, hearts, roses, and couples... But for now I thought I would enjoy the moment and put up a Valentinish background... I thought about doing an all Black background, but...... I'll be good ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-3532443553156390441?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3532443553156390441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=3532443553156390441' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/3532443553156390441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/3532443553156390441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/02/day.html' title='&quot;The Day&quot;'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-6648059121974473876</id><published>2009-01-29T16:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:00:44.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of the Best...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SYImEe-sfAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/r6c9IlsD4TI/s1600-h/IMG_2210%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296837970218482690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SYImEe-sfAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/r6c9IlsD4TI/s320/IMG_2210%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SYImEH1ZRqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UA0iqfkpIcw/s1600-h/IMG_2212%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296837964005459618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SYImEH1ZRqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UA0iqfkpIcw/s320/IMG_2212%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics of some of my favorite people in the world... My cousins, and my Great, er make that Awesome Uncles Chuck and Dick... it had been a while since I had seen them and didn't have any recent pictures... So while I had the chance I grabbed some pics... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you guys so much!!!&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/7158233156171555836-6648059121974473876?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6648059121974473876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=6648059121974473876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/6648059121974473876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/6648059121974473876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-of-best.html' title='Some of the Best...'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SYImEe-sfAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/r6c9IlsD4TI/s72-c/IMG_2210%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-710535844537734091</id><published>2009-01-12T18:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:56:11.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S D Banks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SWvS2MlsdEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0yclaq2ge2Q/s1600-h/IMG_2478%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290554015810876482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SWvS2MlsdEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0yclaq2ge2Q/s320/IMG_2478%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so I finally got the snow, that I was hoping would come in time for Christmas... Friday night and all day Saturday was filled with snowy skies which led to some awesome fun with some of the kids in the neighborhood... After sledding (We had wanted to make a snowman but the snow was too dry... If that makes any sense, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) we played volleyball, and when that got too boring we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; Donuts for ice cream and coffee.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290554052752331458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SWvS4WNOUsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EYpajxCt8nE/s320/IMG_2483%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So not getting to build a snowman was a huge disappointment to my friend, Stephanie, and me. So on Saturday we decided to make one after the youth group when around shoveling sidewalks for the elderly in our church. The most depressing part was that while the shoveling party was going on nature conspired against us... Again... It was ever so lightly freezing rain... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;... So when it was time to build our snowman &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;extraordinaire, it just didn't seem possible... Then I came up with a truly brilliant plan... A snow sculpture!!!! Stephanie thought maybe a frog with a crown would be appropriate. But we started out building a snowman and build one we would...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290556866305276578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SWvVcHghOqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ooUZHiLvCHs/s320/IMG_2498%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We couldn't build one vertically, so we built one horizontally... The man was lying on his stomache and had his arms in front of him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290556873716973746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SWvVcjHmwLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/45ewLGfKssE/s320/IMG_2503%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Stephanie did a fantastic job of chiseling his face till he actually looked like a really person instead of the sphinx that he started out looking like... lol So, when Stephanie decided to shave off some of the back of his head, Welllllll....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290556878253677490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SWvVc0BPW7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/x9_-x3zdtRE/s320/IMG_2507%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let's just say that the head fell off and into his arms... He reminded me of a Calvin and Hobbes snowman... He also lost his chiseled chin when Stephanie tried givin him a candy mouth, lol... We decided to leave off the ruby red lips and let him go with the natural white... The eyes though just had to be blue... ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290556885169833714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SWvVdNyLhvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Yg97bqjioVY/s320/IMG_2512%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we are with our finish product... Finished only because our clothes were frozen along with our hands... Our snow man does have a name.... We officially dubbed him S. D. Banks....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-710535844537734091?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/710535844537734091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=710535844537734091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/710535844537734091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/710535844537734091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/01/s-d-banks.html' title='S D Banks'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SWvS2MlsdEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0yclaq2ge2Q/s72-c/IMG_2478%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-640874653438848547</id><published>2009-01-02T15:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:08:20.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Random Thoughts for New Year 2009???</title><content type='html'>It is so hard to believe that this time has come again.... Wasn't it just last year that the year 2000 rolled around, and everyone was afraid that the world was going to stop spinning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I'm showing my age, the ancient one that I am.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev. John Dye gave us some excellent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;admonitions&lt;/span&gt; on how to be more Christlike in the new year. One thing that I did think about in vein of resolutions is... Only make resolutions that you have no intention of keeping... lol... I thought about resolutions that I've made in the past and I never kept them for more than the month of January......... So here is my only resolution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't eat Chocolate.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like making a resolution that I know I'm going to break.(like by this afternoon) Especially since I discovered that truffles are super easy to make... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did decide to make some goals for each month, nothing big just some small steps toward healthier, (hopefully) skinnier me... Some things at school are slowing down just a touch, so hopefully I can get back on the schedule I started this summer. But my parents got me a down comforter for Christmas and it is so hard to not oversleep... LOL, with school starting in a few days this is not a good thing... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to blog a little more now that my life is a little more calm, only a little, Those of you know me well know that my life can only be calm for like 5 seconds at a time... My calls me the walking crisis center...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I'm going to stop rambling.... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you a blessed New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-640874653438848547?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/640874653438848547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=640874653438848547' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/640874653438848547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/640874653438848547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-2009.html' title='Some Random Thoughts for New Year 2009???'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-1314848673477154555</id><published>2008-12-10T18:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:43:42.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278310200480437394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SUBTKWH1FJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dFmpkwx7eqg/s320/Ghost+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my Ghost of Christmas yet to come practicing on his stilts... With the drywall stilts he is a little under 8 foot tall... He was a little wobbly at first but soon got things straightened out... By the time a week from tomorrow rolls around he'll be a pro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SUBT5EnQEvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Uj5Fh1Kw6YA/s1600-h/Ghost+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278311003234243314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SUBT5EnQEvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Uj5Fh1Kw6YA/s320/Ghost+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He went around spooking different classrooms...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SUBT4uiN8jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OHjzM6yBzz8/s1600-h/Ghost+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278310997307552306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SUBT4uiN8jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OHjzM6yBzz8/s320/Ghost+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a drink from the fountain was a humorous experience....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7158233156171555836-1314848673477154555?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1314848673477154555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=1314848673477154555' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/1314848673477154555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/1314848673477154555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/spooky.html' title='Spooky...'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SUBTKWH1FJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dFmpkwx7eqg/s72-c/Ghost+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-3326712191389325798</id><published>2008-12-10T18:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:44:02.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The explaination of my absence....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SUBMOUkwFlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/l5Bh7WLblRM/s1600-h/IMG_2384%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278302572202956370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SUBMOUkwFlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/l5Bh7WLblRM/s320/IMG_2384%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a small sample of what can be accomplished in a few days grading... This stack represents two nights of hard and rather dull work... It totally filled my inbox and I was very glad to be rid of it... lol... Paperwork and bulletin boards are the bane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; of my existence... Other than that I love my job...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between the picture above and the play that is consuming my spare thoughts and moments... Once Christmas is over I hope to once again be blogging about my thrilling (lol) life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-3326712191389325798?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3326712191389325798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=3326712191389325798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/3326712191389325798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/3326712191389325798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/explaination-of-my-absence.html' title='The explaination of my absence....'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SUBMOUkwFlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/l5Bh7WLblRM/s72-c/IMG_2384%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-4584230352847800675</id><published>2008-11-20T20:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:50:56.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a message</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SSYTIyBTS8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/3FRpvFjJSpU/s1600-h/IMG_2367%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270921455470857154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SSYTIyBTS8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/3FRpvFjJSpU/s320/IMG_2367%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my students took me out to eat tonight... When we left Salem it was snowing a little... By the time we got to Panera Bread in Canfield it was pouring snow!! As we got out to the car after a delicious meal this interesting little message was on the car beside mine. We both found it very funny....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-4584230352847800675?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4584230352847800675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=4584230352847800675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/4584230352847800675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/4584230352847800675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-message.html' title='What a message'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SSYTIyBTS8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/3FRpvFjJSpU/s72-c/IMG_2367%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-1268896517111426238</id><published>2008-11-12T10:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:44:16.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shepherd's Passing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SRrzkuehZuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ibO86jJd6mU/s1600-h/IMG_2325[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267790526440105698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SRrzkuehZuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ibO86jJd6mU/s320/IMG_2325%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Satterfield&lt;/span&gt; family and the Indiana church in this time of severe loss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rev. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Satterfield&lt;/span&gt; was a wise man who is being mourned by so many... I don't have time to write everything I want to... The funeral was a beautiful testament to a well lived life. A life lived to the fullest for his God, his family, and those of us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to call him friend...&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/7158233156171555836-1268896517111426238?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1268896517111426238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=1268896517111426238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/1268896517111426238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/1268896517111426238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/shepherds-passing.html' title='The Shepherd&apos;s Passing'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SRrzkuehZuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ibO86jJd6mU/s72-c/IMG_2325%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-4598367789627618089</id><published>2008-11-03T19:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:46:42.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillbilly Rodeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The following pictures may seem distorted... due to the time of day that they were taken... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264593786253690066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SQ-YJ9RhRNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kg_OIl9yiME/s320/IMG_2300%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Farmall&lt;/span&gt; isn't sure if they are ready for all of this hillbilly fun....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SQ-XoVmnz_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/TRRNQVO7uf8/s1600-h/IMG_2293%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264593208669097970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SQ-XoVmnz_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/TRRNQVO7uf8/s320/IMG_2293%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Susie and Ashley trying to stay warm by the fire....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SQ-Xn1POc7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/wyfN-wbK5t8/s1600-h/IMG_2294%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264593199981032370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SQ-Xn1POc7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/wyfN-wbK5t8/s320/IMG_2294%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily and Kayla posing for the snap shot... they didn't like the other picture I took ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our youth focus group got together Friday night for some excellent food, fellowship, and tons of fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a campfire meal, we had a devotional on fear... very timely since it was night time and we had no clue what was planned for the next few hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were split into two teams and the White tails and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Farmalls&lt;/span&gt;.... I was on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Farmall&lt;/span&gt; team... We were the team that didn't have all the couples on it... The first event was to see which team could husk and shell the most corn... The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Farmalls&lt;/span&gt; won by one corncob... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;... However, our victory was short lived when we lost the next two events. . . . . . Pumpkin relay and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haybale&lt;/span&gt; race. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haybale&lt;/span&gt; race involved rolling a round bale while someone was on top of it, without letting them fall off... it was very interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next they took us on a hayride, and after driving aimlessly we stopped and had a tug of war... Which the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Farmalls&lt;/span&gt; won (not sure how) going uphill and downhill... After that we had to have a group sing 3 verses of Old MacDonald... and the judges had to decide who was the best... Sandy, Susie and I sang for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Farmalls&lt;/span&gt;, and we won.. It had to have been the motions that went with our version of the song... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last event was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bullriding&lt;/span&gt;... and Mark and Zack won for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Farmalls&lt;/span&gt; by 75 hundredths of a second..... wow what a ride.... The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Farmalls&lt;/span&gt; won, but we all had fun... Which was the point...&lt;/div&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/7158233156171555836-4598367789627618089?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4598367789627618089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=4598367789627618089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/4598367789627618089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/4598367789627618089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/hillbilly-rodeo.html' title='Hillbilly Rodeo'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SQ-YJ9RhRNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kg_OIl9yiME/s72-c/IMG_2300%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-8785028259183625662</id><published>2008-10-28T12:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:32:06.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow... It's finally here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SQc_MvlA5FI/AAAAAAAAAE0/m-EESCZWt4E/s1600-h/IMG_2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262244177768408146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SQc_MvlA5FI/AAAAAAAAAE0/m-EESCZWt4E/s320/IMG_2255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The three of us posing with the first snow man of the year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SQc_MJOx8SI/AAAAAAAAAEs/url_5bQF6DM/s1600-h/IMG_2241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262244167474606370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SQc_MJOx8SI/AAAAAAAAAEs/url_5bQF6DM/s320/IMG_2241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, posing in my favorite weather condition.... Snow!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SQc_L7BJ4PI/AAAAAAAAAEk/v-3QOZGAb4o/s1600-h/IMG_2226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262244163659358450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SQc_L7BJ4PI/AAAAAAAAAEk/v-3QOZGAb4o/s320/IMG_2226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was the beautiful fluffy flakes that were falling this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe... Oct. 28 and the second day that it has snowed in Salem, Ohio!!!! My students were very distracted by the georgous display of the falling white stuff... so I allowed them a few moments outside to enjoy it while it lasted... As of the writing of this post the snow had already melted... :-( &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/7158233156171555836-8785028259183625662?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8785028259183625662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=8785028259183625662' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/8785028259183625662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/8785028259183625662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2008/10/snow-its-finally-here.html' title='Snow... It&apos;s finally here!!!'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SQc_MvlA5FI/AAAAAAAAAE0/m-EESCZWt4E/s72-c/IMG_2255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-887676042585044407</id><published>2008-10-08T18:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:52:16.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Back to the Ghetto Runner....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SO01xiCAATI/AAAAAAAAAC4/guffQFCLFYo/s1600-h/0929081553a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254915465276293426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SO01xiCAATI/AAAAAAAAAC4/guffQFCLFYo/s320/0929081553a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so you know that the bumper was ripped off my car, with virtually no damage to the human cargo driving the car, except maybe a totally shattered self esteem... But almost two weeks later, I walked out of the church on Saturday morning, to discover that my tire was flat!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the terrific help of Angel #1 My donut was put on... the tire was checked, but there didn't seem to be a problem... I took the tire to Wal-Mart, where I had purchased the tire less than a year before.... Oh there was nothing in the tire, they checked!!! Later that night after work, I came out to a very low tire :-( Being throughly disgusted and with nothing to do, being too late to do any thing, I went home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254915461177606146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SO01xSwzAAI/AAAAAAAAACo/d1-bhjwH_7k/s320/0928080925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning it was as flat as a pancake.... A friend of mine, Angel #2 changed it from the regular tire to the donut (narrowly avoiding several bee stings in the process)... As if my ghetto runner hadn't produced enough stares :-( Now I had a donut.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254915467070427170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SO01xotwUCI/AAAAAAAAACw/aBgnXP7kO5I/s320/0929081553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I found a shop that could repair my tire and within one week I had my tire repaired, my bumper fix and even an old dent on the hood hammered out, well almost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I have a new car!!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254918638965816818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SO04qQ8i_fI/AAAAAAAAADA/pqDBNJ7YilU/s320/1003081524.jpg" border="0" /&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/7158233156171555836-887676042585044407?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/887676042585044407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=887676042585044407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/887676042585044407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/887676042585044407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-back-to-ghetto-runner.html' title='So Back to the Ghetto Runner....'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SO01xiCAATI/AAAAAAAAAC4/guffQFCLFYo/s72-c/0929081553a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-2395667312034996629</id><published>2008-10-08T18:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:26:56.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mental Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This story sounded toooo much like what will happen later in my life!! lol!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love story of Ralph and Edna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital.  One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool.  Ralph suddenly jumped into the deep end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edna promptly jumped in to save him.  She swam to the bottom and pulled him out.  When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna's heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now considered her to be mentally stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she went to tell Edna the news she said, 'Edna, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you're being discharged, since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of the person you love.  I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness. The bad news is, Ralph hung himself in the bathroom with his bathrobe belt right after you saved him.  I am so sorry, but he's dead.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edna replied, 'He didn't hang himself; I put him there to dry.  How soon can I go home?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mental Health Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-2395667312034996629?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2395667312034996629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=2395667312034996629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/2395667312034996629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/2395667312034996629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-mental-day.html' title='Happy Mental Day!!!'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-5902843644692876036</id><published>2008-10-07T07:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:02:55.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ghetto Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SOtO8cF_15I/AAAAAAAAACg/2UxhQ3NtvvY/s1600-h/IMG_1993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254380190498281362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SOtO8cF_15I/AAAAAAAAACg/2UxhQ3NtvvY/s320/IMG_1993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, ok, ok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I haven't posted in forever. And have tons to say cause life was really busy this last month... Let me explain the above picture... I was in an accident and that was the result... I'm fine, no broken bones, or any other problem except a missing bumper, which will get tons, I mean tons of stares!!! But never fear, the car is fixed :-) Finally... And let me tell you that I was jumping for joy when I saw the great job the auto body shop did... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More info and pictures later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta go "learn some youngns"&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/7158233156171555836-5902843644692876036?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5902843644692876036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=5902843644692876036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/5902843644692876036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/5902843644692876036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-ghetto-runner.html' title='My Ghetto Runner'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SOtO8cF_15I/AAAAAAAAACg/2UxhQ3NtvvY/s72-c/IMG_1993.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-1528957930151073941</id><published>2008-09-15T15:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:54:31.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There She Blows!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SM680EKbBMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3dOqNQ3N0Fg/s1600-h/IMG_2006%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246338218589881538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SM680EKbBMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3dOqNQ3N0Fg/s320/IMG_2006%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SM680kd49BI/AAAAAAAAACA/-EEjeiPQUK4/s1600-h/IMG_2020%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246338227261469714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SM680kd49BI/AAAAAAAAACA/-EEjeiPQUK4/s320/IMG_2020%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SM681LU154I/AAAAAAAAACI/2wsEyYq3RfY/s1600-h/IMG_2010%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246338237692503938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SM681LU154I/AAAAAAAAACI/2wsEyYq3RfY/s320/IMG_2010%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow Wow Wow!!!! What a storm the pix I posted with this are just a few of the better shots from around Salem... The top picture is right across from Woodsdale Road.... Check out the power lines wrapped around the roots of the tree!! The power company is saying possibly three days before everybody has power again... School was cancelled this morning due to not having power... The winds picked up around 5 last night and didn't die down till almost midnight... I still don't have power at my appartment... And no city water... so no water... the college doesn't have power either... It's absolutely crazy around here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-1528957930151073941?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1528957930151073941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=1528957930151073941' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/1528957930151073941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/1528957930151073941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-she-blows.html' title='There She Blows!!!'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SM680EKbBMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3dOqNQ3N0Fg/s72-c/IMG_2006%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-1037989428947630343</id><published>2008-09-11T07:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T07:58:59.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Mom</title><content type='html'>Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to wish you a very public Happy Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a wonderful mom and have always been there when I needed you.... Words will never express just how much you mean to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you forever, I'll love you for always, My wonderful mommy you'll be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you&lt;br /&gt;Lori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-1037989428947630343?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1037989428947630343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=1037989428947630343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/1037989428947630343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/1037989428947630343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-mom.html' title='For Mom'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-13132098550777619</id><published>2008-09-11T07:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T07:54:34.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School is in Full Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SMkFL7AjVsI/AAAAAAAAABo/8iVV0isj0oY/s1600-h/IMG_1983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244728943426361026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SMkFL7AjVsI/AAAAAAAAABo/8iVV0isj0oY/s320/IMG_1983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SMkFMCLJm0I/AAAAAAAAABw/81MFh9jbPHo/s1600-h/IMG_1969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244728945349860162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SMkFMCLJm0I/AAAAAAAAABw/81MFh9jbPHo/s320/IMG_1969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wow, Wow, and Wow......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is it really September? And has school really been in session for three weeks? Where does time go? Next thing you know I'll be blogging about graduation... Hopefully I will blog before that happens ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, school is well underway as you can tell from the top picture, my Math students have already taken their first Math test.... and they all did a great job... States/Capitals, Noah and the Ark, exclamatory sentences, and two different literatures to boot.... My school life holds a wide varitey of subjects... With miscellanous projects that my boss throws into the mix just to keep my life interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't stay long, but I will be trying to get all kinds of pictures up of my students!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-13132098550777619?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/13132098550777619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=13132098550777619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/13132098550777619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/13132098550777619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-is-in-full-swing.html' title='School is in Full Swing'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZbqETqiEzY/SMkFL7AjVsI/AAAAAAAAABo/8iVV0isj0oY/s72-c/IMG_1983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-6308655348018547354</id><published>2008-07-28T14:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:25:54.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who would have thought that July would be so jam packed with stuff.... since the last time I posted there has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;, a fishing trip, work, Youth Camp, work, work,  work, calling for the church, jail services, work, College Summer Days, work, etc. And now I am gearing up for another week of busy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;. AND SCHOOL STARTS IN LESS THAN A MONTH!!! I am a person who likes a set schedule so I will be glad when the schedule starts but.... August is going to be just as full of stuff as July was... where did summer go??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds as if I am complaining but I would rather be busy and involved while I can, boredom drives me insane... ;-) It truly was wonderful to see the young people at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CSD&lt;/span&gt; seeking God. Some of my students, and friends were among those seeking and that is encouraging to me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-6308655348018547354?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6308655348018547354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=6308655348018547354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/6308655348018547354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/6308655348018547354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-month.html' title='What a Month'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-5516906619982198436</id><published>2008-06-27T12:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:09:15.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles Do Happen!!!</title><content type='html'>Being a girl and not a mechanic.... the other day when my car started rattling, I really wanted to just turn the radio up and ignore the noise and the shaking... But being the brilliant person I am I promptly called my dad (Who claims that I only call him when I need to)... He told me a couple of things that it could be... All of the options were best case scenarios... So on Thursday I took my adorable little car to my friendly mechanic Bob... (Who appears very fierce, but is extremely kind) He told me that it was safe for me to drive till Friday when he could fix both of my struts!!!! Which would cost about 200 dollars :-( Being a teacher means that money is usually pretty tight during the summer... and this was not the news I wanted to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drive very carefully all day Thursday, and very nervously this morning dropped off my car to Bob... He called me several hours later and told me that there was good news and bad news. Bad news was I had a tire with a broken belt, an extremely bad broken belt... but the good news was that my struts were fine... And they didn't need replaced!!!!! :-) My total cost was 25 dollars. Isn't God wonderful... He knows just what we need!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all of this... Yesterday I was praying at work about what to do about my car... I told the Lord that he knew all about it and asked him to provide the money... My last table left me a ten dollar tip... which was about half of their bill.... Our God is a wonderful God!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-5516906619982198436?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5516906619982198436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=5516906619982198436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/5516906619982198436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/5516906619982198436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2008/06/miracles-do-happen.html' title='Miracles Do Happen!!!'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-1114704015661352222</id><published>2008-06-24T12:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:34:03.912-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke&apos;s Wedding'/><title type='text'>Luke's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Luke got married last month. Since I didn't have my blog set up back then I'm posting late. Oh well. The day was beautiful and we spent some time as a family pulling together some last minute things (like the programs). It was when everyone was trying to get ready at one time that things got crazy. Then trying to get all of the girls ready in a rather small room, doing hair, tying bows, sweltering cause the AC wasn't working in that room. :-) Then smiling and smiling and turn and look at me and smile some more.... We all thought our faces were going to fall off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently got to look at the candid shots that the photographers did... And there is some definite comedy material. Some of the expressions that were caught for posterity are truly priceless... One photo that I aboslutely loved was the one that has Luke and Joanna kissing during the ceremony, with all of the siblings in the background looking seriously at the couple... It's great. There were some truly awesome pictures and it's great to remember. But I'm glad that I won't have to do it again any time soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-1114704015661352222?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1114704015661352222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=1114704015661352222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/1114704015661352222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/1114704015661352222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2008/06/lukes-wedding.html' title='Luke&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158233156171555836.post-598511732613910507</id><published>2008-06-23T14:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:59:55.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe It!!!</title><content type='html'>For the record I never thought I would be a blogger.... Ever.... And for that matter we'll see how this thing goes... Eventually I will be putting pictures on this thing and Maybe even a picture of Me ;-) Those of you who know me well, will understand that comment. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pix I have on my profile is the sunburnt version of me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7158233156171555836-598511732613910507?l=teacherprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/598511732613910507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7158233156171555836&amp;postID=598511732613910507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/598511732613910507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7158233156171555836/posts/default/598511732613910507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherprincess.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe It!!!'/><author><name>teacherprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090646244766382283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqVqC3Az-XQ/TdKu8nJi2fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RG-92lg7e8g/s220/IMG_3183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
