<?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-859160380440954872</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:47:54.753-08:00</updated><category term='baseball games'/><category term='Atlanta'/><category term='Mackinac Island'/><title type='text'>M's memorable Moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-6128794097257449016</id><published>2010-08-18T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T01:30:00.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/TGnZcdDnx7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/2hcP2DpneKo/s1600/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/TGnZcdDnx7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/2hcP2DpneKo/s400/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506171102296524722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/TGnZ0pGrrAI/AAAAAAAAASY/be87B13Gwc8/s1600/IMG_7852-1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/TGnZ0pGrrAI/AAAAAAAAASY/be87B13Gwc8/s400/IMG_7852-1600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506171517847448578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I said "YES!"&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/859160380440954872-6128794097257449016?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6128794097257449016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=6128794097257449016' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/6128794097257449016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/6128794097257449016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-said-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/TGnZcdDnx7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/2hcP2DpneKo/s72-c/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-610478075577177884</id><published>2010-03-15T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:23:48.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy and Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'Mom, please don't bring out that camera! I told you no pictures!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S55BdUaQ9-I/AAAAAAAAASA/G9sq5BTG3d0/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S55BdUaQ9-I/AAAAAAAAASA/G9sq5BTG3d0/s400/DSC01414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448864571115763682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 'Yet you still take them! Don't I look so happy to be taking this picture, Mommy?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S55Bd5OFCBI/AAAAAAAAASI/bodHu3odTY8/s1600-h/DSC01415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S55Bd5OFCBI/AAAAAAAAASI/bodHu3odTY8/s400/DSC01415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448864580996761618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously Leroy is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; not feeling photogenic. I love his funky personality! He really is a happy kitty, just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;S the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/2010/02/mommy-and-me.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mommy and Me Monday at Really, Are You Serious?" src="http://i469.photobucket.com/albums/rr55/krizzydesigns/Really%20Are%20You%20Serious/mommy-and-me-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;Hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com" target="_blank"&gt;Krystyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-610478075577177884?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/610478075577177884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=610478075577177884' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/610478075577177884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/610478075577177884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/mommy-and-me_15.html' title='Mommy and Me!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S55BdUaQ9-I/AAAAAAAAASA/G9sq5BTG3d0/s72-c/DSC01414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-3879357856305876821</id><published>2010-03-10T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T03:41:00.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S5Q6ng9opqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/16vwBAc7srA/s1600-h/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S5Q6ng9opqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/16vwBAc7srA/s400/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446042299935532706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S5Q6Lh4k4OI/AAAAAAAAARo/P41e51Dq57o/s1600-h/DSC01340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S5Q6Lh4k4OI/AAAAAAAAARo/P41e51Dq57o/s400/DSC01340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446041819146412258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My best friend, Stephanie, received the best birthday gift a girl could ever want....a fiance! I am so happy for her and James! They are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; together!&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/859160380440954872-3879357856305876821?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3879357856305876821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=3879357856305876821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/3879357856305876821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/3879357856305876821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-best-friend-stephanie-received-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S5Q6ng9opqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/16vwBAc7srA/s72-c/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-6201999437639123363</id><published>2010-03-08T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T03:38:00.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy and Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S5Q5RaxL1gI/AAAAAAAAARg/YLkMf8drhEQ/s1600-h/DSC01342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S5Q5RaxL1gI/AAAAAAAAARg/YLkMf8drhEQ/s400/DSC01342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446040820803950082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best cuddlers ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/2010/02/mommy-and-me.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mommy and Me Monday at Really, Are You Serious?" src="http://i469.photobucket.com/albums/rr55/krizzydesigns/Really%20Are%20You%20Serious/mommy-and-me-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;Hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Krystyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-6201999437639123363?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6201999437639123363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=6201999437639123363' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/6201999437639123363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/6201999437639123363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/mommy-and-me_08.html' title='Mommy and Me!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S5Q5RaxL1gI/AAAAAAAAARg/YLkMf8drhEQ/s72-c/DSC01342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-5274619361312264821</id><published>2010-03-03T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T06:10:00.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S43HA7pwRnI/AAAAAAAAARY/5T7894qtvVs/s1600-h/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S43HA7pwRnI/AAAAAAAAARY/5T7894qtvVs/s400/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444226343387547250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found a great article to practice visualization with my 8th grade students.&lt;br /&gt;One groups picture of what they visualized:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S43HAGJ4tQI/AAAAAAAAARI/iGQYHfqY7bg/s1600-h/Rodeo+Cook-Off+2010+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S43HAGJ4tQI/AAAAAAAAARI/iGQYHfqY7bg/s400/Rodeo+Cook-Off+2010+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444226329026802946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  (see close-up below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The article was about two scientists finding fossils, specifically dinosaur bones. Maybe that's why the bone is so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;? If only I could figure out the placement!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S43HAv-BVTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zJHzVtLzUfA/s1600-h/Rodeo+Cook-Off+2010+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S43HAv-BVTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zJHzVtLzUfA/s400/Rodeo+Cook-Off+2010+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444226340251325746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-5274619361312264821?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5274619361312264821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=5274619361312264821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/5274619361312264821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/5274619361312264821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-found-great-article-to-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S43HA7pwRnI/AAAAAAAAARY/5T7894qtvVs/s72-c/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-7453518042673904700</id><published>2010-03-01T15:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:38:41.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy and Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S4xPKRDEy2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/b5Dqg7RvLj0/s1600-h/Rodeo+Cook-Off+2010+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S4xPKRDEy2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/b5Dqg7RvLj0/s400/Rodeo+Cook-Off+2010+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443813087377673058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and zoE getting ready for bed. what you can't see is her sitting &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; my book (see below)...she does it every night when I try to read. I guess she wants all the attention. Leroy was NOT feeling photogenic. Maybe next week he will.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S4xP3sE0-tI/AAAAAAAAAQo/zBwxd8eOwrE/s1600-h/Rodeo+Cook-Off+2010+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S4xP3sE0-tI/AAAAAAAAAQo/zBwxd8eOwrE/s200/Rodeo+Cook-Off+2010+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443813867726895826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/2010/02/mommy-and-me.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mommy and Me Monday at Really, Are You Serious?" src="http://i469.photobucket.com/albums/rr55/krizzydesigns/Really%20Are%20You%20Serious/mommy-and-me-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;Hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Krystyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-7453518042673904700?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7453518042673904700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=7453518042673904700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/7453518042673904700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/7453518042673904700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/mommy-and-me.html' title='Mommy and Me!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S4xPKRDEy2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/b5Dqg7RvLj0/s72-c/Rodeo+Cook-Off+2010+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-4580018509967846124</id><published>2010-02-24T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:35:24.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S4XcM-aArnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/y7kLeYKgmqE/s1600-h/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S4XcM-aArnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/y7kLeYKgmqE/s400/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441997840215748210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S4XcMgH1MdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UG8Hos9tOas/s1600-h/Em%27sCamera+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S4XcMgH1MdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UG8Hos9tOas/s400/Em%27sCamera+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441997832086434258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, the things they sell in Market Square, San Antonio! No, I didn't buy one, but I'm thinking I should have.&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/859160380440954872-4580018509967846124?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4580018509967846124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=4580018509967846124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/4580018509967846124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/4580018509967846124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-things-they-sell-in-market-square.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S4XcM-aArnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/y7kLeYKgmqE/s72-c/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-5229079517696216903</id><published>2010-02-22T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:23:27.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They weren't feeling very photogenic (neither was I after working, going to the gym and going to the grocery store), but here's mommy, Leroy and zoE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S4M7eMeKjeI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WlMB8fDzvQ0/s1600-h/Em%27sCamera+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S4M7eMeKjeI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WlMB8fDzvQ0/s400/Em%27sCamera+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441258164723551714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S4M7eeEBfBI/AAAAAAAAAQI/vXt68ZVrOXY/s1600-h/Em%27sCamera+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S4M7eeEBfBI/AAAAAAAAAQI/vXt68ZVrOXY/s400/Em%27sCamera+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441258169445743634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/2010/02/mommy-and-me.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mommy and Me Monday at Really, Are You Serious?" src="http://i469.photobucket.com/albums/rr55/krizzydesigns/Really%20Are%20You%20Serious/mommy-and-me-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;Hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Krystyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-5229079517696216903?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5229079517696216903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=5229079517696216903' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/5229079517696216903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/5229079517696216903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/mommy-and-me.html' title='Mommy and Me'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/S4M7eMeKjeI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WlMB8fDzvQ0/s72-c/Em%27sCamera+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-6676516592132145386</id><published>2010-02-08T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:56:06.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="true-random-integer-generator"&gt;  &lt;span id="true-random-integer-generator-title"&gt;True Random Number Generator&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="true-random-integer-generator-min-span"&gt;   &lt;label for="true-random-integer-generator-min"&gt;Min:&lt;/label&gt;   &lt;input name="true-random-integer-generator-min" id="true-random-integer-generator-min" maxlength="9" value="1" onkeypress="return integerJsInputControl(event);" type="text"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="true-random-integer-generator-max-span"&gt;   &lt;label for="true-random-integer-generator-max"&gt;Max:&lt;/label&gt;   &lt;input name="true-random-integer-generator-max" id="true-random-integer-generator-max" maxlength="9" value="100" onkeypress="return integerJsInputControl(event);" type="text"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="true-random-integer-generator-max-button-span"&gt;   &lt;input value="Generate" name="true-random-integer-generator-button" id="true-random-integer-generator-button" onclick="getTrueRandomInteger(document.getElementById('true-random-integer-generator-min').value, document.getElementById('true-random-integer-generator-max').value);" type="button"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;label for="true-random-integer-generator-result"&gt;Result:&lt;/label&gt;  &lt;span id="true-random-integer-generator-result"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="true-random-integer-generator-credits"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://www.random.org/" target="_blank"&gt;RANDOM.ORG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Krystyn! Enjoy your PSL!&lt;br /&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/859160380440954872-6676516592132145386?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6676516592132145386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=6676516592132145386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/6676516592132145386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/6676516592132145386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is.....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-2779574475482948621</id><published>2010-01-29T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:57:45.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's your favorite Starbucks treat? Leave a comment and you could win a&lt;br /&gt;$5 Starbucks gift card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW TO WIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1 entry-Leave a comment about your favorite Starbucks treat&lt;br /&gt;*1 entry-Leave a comment telling me what you would get with the gift card.&lt;br /&gt;*1 entry-Leave a comment about the crazy way you have them make your favorite&lt;br /&gt;    beverage (no milk, extra whip cream, soy milk etc.)&lt;br /&gt;*1 entry-Leave a comment about your favorite Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE RULES&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;*OPEN TO US RESIDENTS ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;*Make sure I have a way to reach you, by either enabling your email through blogger, or leaving your email in the comment.&lt;br /&gt;*Winners are chosen by random.org.&lt;br /&gt;*Winner has 48 hours to contact me, or another winner will be chosen.&lt;br /&gt;*Contest ends Sunday February 7, 2010 at 9pm EST. Winner will be posted shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;*Rules for each entry must be followed to be valid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-2779574475482948621?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2779574475482948621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=2779574475482948621' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/2779574475482948621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/2779574475482948621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/win-it.html' title='Win It!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-7797129828433641514</id><published>2010-01-15T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:43:22.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="true-random-integer-generator"&gt;  &lt;span id="true-random-integer-generator-title"&gt;True Random Number Generator&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="true-random-integer-generator-min-span"&gt;   &lt;label for="true-random-integer-generator-min"&gt;Min:&lt;/label&gt;   &lt;input name="true-random-integer-generator-min" id="true-random-integer-generator-min" maxlength="9" value="1" onkeypress="return integerJsInputControl(event);" type="text"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="true-random-integer-generator-max-span"&gt;   &lt;label for="true-random-integer-generator-max"&gt;Max:&lt;/label&gt;   &lt;input name="true-random-integer-generator-max" id="true-random-integer-generator-max" maxlength="9" value="100" onkeypress="return integerJsInputControl(event);" type="text"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="true-random-integer-generator-max-button-span"&gt;   &lt;input value="Generate" name="true-random-integer-generator-button" id="true-random-integer-generator-button" onclick="getTrueRandomInteger(document.getElementById('true-random-integer-generator-min').value, document.getElementById('true-random-integer-generator-max').value);" type="button"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;label for="true-random-integer-generator-result"&gt;Result:&lt;/label&gt;  &lt;span id="true-random-integer-generator-result"&gt;12 &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="true-random-integer-generator-credits"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://www.random.org/" target="_blank"&gt;RANDOM.ORG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Susan! I hope you enjoy your wine bottle! Please stay tuned for another give away soon! It's a gift card....&lt;br /&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/859160380440954872-7797129828433641514?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7797129828433641514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=7797129828433641514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/7797129828433641514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/7797129828433641514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is.....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-3826478405447670196</id><published>2009-12-31T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:56:24.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can win.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzzH-s0pfRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/JHrH7JVu4rc/s1600-h/Dec+2009+pics+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzzH-s0pfRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/JHrH7JVu4rc/s400/Dec+2009+pics+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421427931445034258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzzH-YFF7YI/AAAAAAAAAOw/r9R12AedEpg/s1600-h/Dec+2009+pics+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzzH-YFF7YI/AAAAAAAAAOw/r9R12AedEpg/s400/Dec+2009+pics+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421427925876862338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my New Year's Resolutions is to blog more frequently...and what better way to kick it off then a give away?!?!?! With an it created by yours truly! I am NOT trying to sell these....I made them for decorations/party favors and guests really seemed to enjoy them. I also made some for Christmas gifts and thought someone in the Blog world would love to own one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW TO WIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Leave a comment with one of your New Year's Resolutions (1entry).&lt;br /&gt;2. If you win this fancy, cute, adorable, trendy (ok, I'll stop tooting my own horn now) wine bottle lamp where would you put it (home, office, dining room, etc..) (1 entry)?&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell me how I can improve my creation! I love constructive criticism (1 entry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE RULES&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;*OPEN TO US RESIDENTS ONLY (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; will pay shipping fees!)&lt;br /&gt;*Make sure I have a way to reach you, by either enabling your email through blogger, or leaving your email in the comment.&lt;br /&gt;*Winners are chosen by random.org.&lt;br /&gt;*Winner has 48 hours to contact me, or another winner will be chosen.&lt;br /&gt;*Contest ends Wednesday, January 13th at 9pm EST. Winner will be posted shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;*Rules for each entry must be followed to be valid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-3826478405447670196?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3826478405447670196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=3826478405447670196' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/3826478405447670196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/3826478405447670196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-can-win.html' title='You can win.....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzzH-s0pfRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/JHrH7JVu4rc/s72-c/Dec+2009+pics+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-8959702841506412920</id><published>2009-12-24T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:41:45.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOFOBMsQ8I/AAAAAAAAANA/EhjfUe4HA-E/s1600-h/thursdaythrtn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 469px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOFOBMsQ8I/AAAAAAAAANA/EhjfUe4HA-E/s400/thursdaythrtn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418821252543169474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thirteen things I did before Christmas Eve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Decorated the candy house with my mom and aunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOFQPGN7kI/AAAAAAAAANY/230Z1e-xjPE/s1600-h/Dec+2009+pics+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOFQPGN7kI/AAAAAAAAANY/230Z1e-xjPE/s400/Dec+2009+pics+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418821290633850434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     2. Got upset that Aunt Deb put roaches or rats (they are just ugly) in my pretty flower&lt;br /&gt;garden. (She thought it was cute, I thought it ruined my flowers. Then, the discussion of&lt;br /&gt;roaches went from gross, flying insects....to the roaches that were smoked in the 70's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOFQgZ4BrI/AAAAAAAAANg/G4IdYe6OIN0/s1600-h/Dec+2009+pics+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOFQgZ4BrI/AAAAAAAAANg/G4IdYe6OIN0/s400/Dec+2009+pics+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418821295279703730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     3. Went Christmas shopping at Katy Mills with Stephanie on December 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Took my students on a field trip to the Health and Science Museum. We had a great time,&lt;br /&gt;until they decided to throw rocks at the ducks. I won't tolerate animal cruelty, no matter&lt;br /&gt;how small, so we were back on the bus and headed to school 2 hours ahead of schedule. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       (I  can't put pictures of my students up because it violates some kind of privacy laws.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOFPi-trGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_mobHmgZ7Hw/s1600-h/Dec+2009+pics+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOFPi-trGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_mobHmgZ7Hw/s400/Dec+2009+pics+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418821278791216226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5. Went to see Dave Matthews Band concert in 3-D. It was an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; show/movie and if&lt;br /&gt;they ever come to Houston I will go see them. The 3-D was alright, but not necessary and&lt;br /&gt;the glasses made my head hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Planned and began packing for a trip to Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Made the most difficult cookies of all time with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gathering our ingredients. Nothing makes Christmas cookies taste better then&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; 4 sticks&lt;/span&gt; of butter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOIzNmC2lI/AAAAAAAAANo/ijSd3kMcqD0/s1600-h/Dec+2009+pics+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOIzNmC2lI/AAAAAAAAANo/ijSd3kMcqD0/s400/Dec+2009+pics+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418825190060776018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The green cherries that go in the middle of the cookies....I've never seen green cherries growing wild either, unless they weren't ripe. Even then they weren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOI0uSZS5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/gzk1EyXE_Oo/s1600-h/Dec+2009+pics+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOI0uSZS5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/gzk1EyXE_Oo/s400/Dec+2009+pics+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418825216016599954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The batter.....yummy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOI0BlUCtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ZrIkzRwd9Dw/s1600-h/Dec+2009+pics+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOI0BlUCtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ZrIkzRwd9Dw/s400/Dec+2009+pics+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418825204016351954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOMDSvZebI/AAAAAAAAAOo/25vA3EQpjRk/s1600-h/Dec+2009+pics+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOMDSvZebI/AAAAAAAAAOo/25vA3EQpjRk/s400/Dec+2009+pics+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418828764854974898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8. Developed a love/hate relationship with the cookie &amp;amp; pastry press. It was very hard to use, and I never really got the hang of it. Maybe I will next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOMCTZbplI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fRBIXwtexzc/s1600-h/Dec+2009+pics+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOMCTZbplI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fRBIXwtexzc/s400/Dec+2009+pics+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418828747851408978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. Canceled going to Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Wrapped 4 AAA batteries individually. Joe asked me to and it was a little tricky, but they turned out cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOIzmr-3wI/AAAAAAAAANw/aK09mE7Yjuc/s1600-h/Dec+2009+pics+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOIzmr-3wI/AAAAAAAAANw/aK09mE7Yjuc/s400/Dec+2009+pics+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418825196796567298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Went Christmas shopping with David on December 19 and 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Watched Leroy, once again, do one of the strangest things I have ever seen a cat do. He was eating my blackberry yogurt....and loved it. Oh, Leroy, you are the craziest cat ever, but mommy sure does love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOI011QgII/AAAAAAAAAOI/sutIWnIuj90/s1600-h/Dec+2009+pics+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOI011QgII/AAAAAAAAAOI/sutIWnIuj90/s400/Dec+2009+pics+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418825218041872514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;13. Went Christmas shopping with Joe, and for Joe (he had meetings so he couldn't do it all with me) over 6 times. I guess he doesn't call me his &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Elf&lt;/span&gt; for nothing. December 22 was our last trip for the year....so we hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had fun preparing for Christmas, and have time to enjoy the reason for the season with loved ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-8959702841506412920?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8959702841506412920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=8959702841506412920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/8959702841506412920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/8959702841506412920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/thirteen-things-i-did-before-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzOFOBMsQ8I/AAAAAAAAANA/EhjfUe4HA-E/s72-c/thursdaythrtn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-6626924957853165986</id><published>2009-12-21T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:09:34.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Monday</title><content type='html'>After my sad Sunday I was really looking forward to some Christmas shopping with my BFF, Stephanie. I was on a mission to find a new bra, she was on a mission for quite a few Christmas gifts. I had a $10 Victoria's Secret gift card and a $10 coupon, so I was ready! New bra here I come..right?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;I found the bra I wanted, $45. After I used my gift card and coupon I would be paying about $30-which, to me, is a reasonable price for a good bra. I go to swipe my debit card, and the cashier looks at me like I'm crazy. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;She says, "There is a $4.07 balance on your gift card."&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda stunned and confused at this point, and so is Stephanie. She says (being the smart shopper she is), "Let's just walk out quickly."&lt;br /&gt;We do and pull the receipt out. The bra rang up for $14.99!!! I still had another $10 coupon and money left on my gift card, so Stephanie decided she wanted one. I mean, for $14.99 I was goingget another one as well. We go back into Victoria's Secret and the bra is not.on.sale.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what happened or where the mix up was, but I got a Victoria's Secret bra for FREE today! Definitely M's Magical Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzA35S_qqlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ri1NX1CfCuw/s1600-h/bra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzA35S_qqlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ri1NX1CfCuw/s400/bra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417891809217653330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I got this bra for free!! Well, not this exact one as I didn't get bright blue and my FREE bra wasn't on a lovely model, but you get the point.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-6626924957853165986?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6626924957853165986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=6626924957853165986' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/6626924957853165986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/6626924957853165986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/magical-monday.html' title='Magical Monday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SzA35S_qqlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ri1NX1CfCuw/s72-c/bra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-4571325855795929993</id><published>2009-12-20T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T07:47:28.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Sunday</title><content type='html'>It's the second day of my Winter Break (I have to be politically correct, right?) and I am sad. I was supposed to be leaving for a snow filled, fun filled, excitement filled trip to Montana on Christmas day (do I put December 25 to continue being politically correct?)-but I canceled. And I am sad. I wanted to go play in the snow and go skiing and eat at Howard's Pizza, but I'm not. Geeze, I am totally Debbie Downer, but have you ever just been sad and confused? And wondered and wondered and wondered if you made the right decision? That's me right now, and I'm sad. In order to try to clear my head (which seems to be full of not only confusion, but a massive amount of snot) I am going to get into the Christmas spirit and make cookies with my mom and Joe! That should help, right? But I am really wondering---have any of you ever been just plain, old sad and really, truly wondered what the heck was controlling the decisions you are making? And why you were making the decisions you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going a little deep on this Sad Sunday, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my next post will be upbeat and positive. These are MY Memorable Moments, and this Sad Sunday will be one of those moments I won't forget and will always wonder if I did the right thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-4571325855795929993?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4571325855795929993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=4571325855795929993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/4571325855795929993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/4571325855795929993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/sad-sunday.html' title='Sad Sunday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-2507493931180096250</id><published>2009-12-16T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:47:00.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SylxZs96fvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qQkIIOIlpv4/s1600-h/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SylxZs96fvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qQkIIOIlpv4/s400/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415984713271246578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SylxHgfnaxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4Uf5IPgudd4/s1600-h/christmascard2009.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SylxHgfnaxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4Uf5IPgudd4/s400/christmascard2009.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415984400685296402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-2507493931180096250?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2507493931180096250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=2507493931180096250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/2507493931180096250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/2507493931180096250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SylxZs96fvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qQkIIOIlpv4/s72-c/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-7044355598296291428</id><published>2009-11-30T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:37:17.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recession????</title><content type='html'>As I water my house plants with left over water from work (it's free from the water fountain) in an attempt to lower my water bill, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; calculate how I will pay tolls and gas in order to get to work next year (we have already been informed we are getting a $3000 pay cut) I wonder if I should ask for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SxRyHDT3QtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/iN_plnZn8bc/s1600/LEXUS-LS-460bow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SxRyHDT3QtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/iN_plnZn8bc/s400/LEXUS-LS-460bow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410074517852078802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SxRyHY0ffwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hX17PF2zd14/s1600/rolex-watch-datejust-usa-1217764168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SxRyHY0ffwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hX17PF2zd14/s400/rolex-watch-datejust-usa-1217764168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410074523626077954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it's better then &lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/2009/11/and-so-they-start.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;...right? These commercials are nauseating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-7044355598296291428?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7044355598296291428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=7044355598296291428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/7044355598296291428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/7044355598296291428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/recession.html' title='Recession????'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SxRyHDT3QtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/iN_plnZn8bc/s72-c/LEXUS-LS-460bow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-637396920262254761</id><published>2009-11-18T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:00:04.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SwSmPDmu4mI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nSLc-f9Tqwk/s1600/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SwSmPDmu4mI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nSLc-f9Tqwk/s400/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405628230347448930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SwSmOgNm7uI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OVaWAjI77Vc/s1600/Em%27sCamera+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SwSmOgNm7uI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OVaWAjI77Vc/s400/Em%27sCamera+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405628220846829282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, one of my students really wrote this. No, it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the correct answer. What do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; think the answer is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-637396920262254761?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/637396920262254761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=637396920262254761' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/637396920262254761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/637396920262254761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-one-of-my-students-really-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SwSmPDmu4mI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nSLc-f9Tqwk/s72-c/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-7644043233101925211</id><published>2009-09-17T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:12:55.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SrLFIPAYHvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Mt5sECCIs28/s1600-h/honest.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SrLFIPAYHvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Mt5sECCIs28/s400/honest.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382581249918902002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stephanie at Just the 2 of Us tagged me for this one...so here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:large;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You must share 10 honest things about yourself and then choose 7 other people to nominate this award to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. I am terrified I will never get married. People always tell me 'you are still SO young', however, at almost 27 that just isn't true anymore. And if I never get married....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. I am concerned I will never have kids. I see all these celebrities pop out kiddos at ages well over 40, but I don't want my kids' friends to think I am grandma! I also know you get thrown into the 'high risk' category at 35...and that's just around the corner for me. YIKES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:large;"  &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:large;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:large;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. I may have a touch of OCD. I check &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;locks on my back door and garage door, and the single deadbolt on my front door at least 8 times before I go to sleep. I have added opening the garage door to ensure the garage is closed all the way. It's bad...I will wake up in the middle of the night at least one time a night to check everything again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Liberal (not a very popular view for living in Texas). Extremely...here are some examples: I think drugs should be legal, I think prostitution should be legal, I am happy we don't have a Republican president. I think you get it so before I offend my few followers and readers I will stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. I love my nieces as if they were my own children. Well, you know what I mean. Since I don't have human kids I can't really compare, but I do hope my sister and BIL have left the girls to me in their will. Of course I don't want anything to happen to them, but I would love raising the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. I have a crazy obsession/fondness/love for even numbers. And I often let it control my life. (Maybe I do have a full blown case of OCD.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. I love the students I teach. But, if given the opportunity, I would tell the majority of their parents how terrible they have done at raising them. (Again, since I don't have human kids I won't go in to detail, but manners, respect and common sense are often learned behaviors...I'm just saying!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. I let my heart influence too many important decisions. If you want examples, please ask, to me it's kind of sad and disappointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. I insist that all closet doors and bedroom doors be closed. The only exception is when I sleep and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;will not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; have the door closed when I sleep. (OCD is really looking serious now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I am blunt. If I don't like something I am going to say it...this especially applies at work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:large;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:large;"  &gt;I am going to tag as many people as I can for this, but since I don't have many followers I may duplicate what Stephanie did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:large;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:large;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Krystyn @&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/"&gt;Really, Are you Serious?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Papa Bear @&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://hall-family-news.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Hall Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:large;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rachel @&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://iheartvito.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;Clumsy Me, Oddity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:large;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:large;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stephanie @&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://littlebitsofsugar.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;A Little Bit of Sugar &amp;amp; a whole lot of Spice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Tim (Yes, Tim. If Matt is doing it so can Tim!) @&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://daugherty-family-news.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Daugherty Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blog-title"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-7644043233101925211?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7644043233101925211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=7644043233101925211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/7644043233101925211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/7644043233101925211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/stephanie-at-just-2-of-us-tagged-me-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SrLFIPAYHvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Mt5sECCIs28/s72-c/honest.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-4222901723139305501</id><published>2009-09-08T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:46:48.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Win Something??????</title><content type='html'>Check out my amazing &lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/2009/09/wall-graphic-giveaway.html"&gt;sister's blog&lt;/a&gt; for a chance to win!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-4222901723139305501?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4222901723139305501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=4222901723139305501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/4222901723139305501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/4222901723139305501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/wanna-win-something.html' title='Wanna Win Something??????'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-1999185622139113611</id><published>2009-09-01T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:55:42.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explicit Material! Read with CAUTION!</title><content type='html'>Upon our return to work for the 09-10 school year, we were told paper would be very limited- it's expensive, and we waste too much of it. OK, no big deal. They will give us other tools/resources to use to teach. We get all these lovely, colorful, 'exciting' power-points that tell us how technology has changed over the years. While I am 26 years old (which most think is quite young) it made &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; feel old...I have no idea what the gray haired folks felt like. Anyway, we were told to you use our document cameras (ELMO) as often as possible in order to not use up the limited supply of paper we have. OK, no problem. Use the (ELMO) or make class sets...got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to 7 painful, boring, miserable staff development days later...The kids arrive to their first day of school. As many of us go over our classroom rules and procedures (using our ELMO's, of course) our bulbs start to go out. We can just replace it, right? I mean, if we can't use paper and are forced to use the ELMO they should have replacement parts, correct? It's just common sense. Ummmm, not so much. The bulbs are $385 each, and our school doesn't have ANY, or the money to order more!!! At this point we are all thinking "ARE YOU F*&amp;amp;^ING CRAZY, SCHOOL DISTRICT!?!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, people are all upset at our Technology Specialist (who I will call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Tailpipe'&lt;/span&gt;, and will explain why later) for not telling us what to do to maintain our ELMO and not ordering bulbs  But wait, 'Tailpipe' tells us we should have all cleaned out the filters to our ELMO's before using them. What? Como? Air filter? That wasn't on the power point. Then 'Tailpipe' let's us know &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; are supposed to be responsible for cleaning our equipment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAIT JUST ONE MINUTE!!!!!...'Tailpipe' is the Technology GURU at our school. If we touch anything he goes off on us! Seriously, he is the grumpiest, most angry evil person I have ever met (at our school, at least)! So, he can't admit that 1) he didn't clean the equipment while it sat in his office all summer 2) he didn't order the bulbs to replace the broken ones and 3) he recommended that our district get equipment that has such expensive replacement parts.....and he is a SPECIALIST!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, why do I call him 'Tailpipe'???? He has one of those Smart-cars. And he brags about it all the time. (I do know they are good for the environment and all, but for the cost and what you get they are a rip off. But, he loves to remind me he can plug his i-pod directly into the outlet! OMG! That's amazing! I can plug my i-pod into my 1998 Nissan Altima!!!!!!) Anyway, I have decided that he must love his car so much because it is putting out. I can just picture him waking up in the middle of the night, running into the garage (of course his Smart-car can't sit outside) to spend some time with his Smart-car's tailpipe. I know it's disturbing, but if you knew the man you would agree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/Sp2-4gWTKlI/AAAAAAAAALw/Uu4EebfPqfo/s1600-h/smartcar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/Sp2-4gWTKlI/AAAAAAAAALw/Uu4EebfPqfo/s400/smartcar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376663408115657298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that tailpipe is hard to get to..... I guess 'Tailpipe' loves a challenge!&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/859160380440954872-1999185622139113611?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1999185622139113611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=1999185622139113611' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/1999185622139113611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/1999185622139113611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/explicit-material-read-with-caution.html' title='Explicit Material! 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A. Cutter&lt;br /&gt;2. W. Cipriano&lt;br /&gt;3. N. Hancock-Webb&lt;br /&gt;4. D. Taylor&lt;br /&gt;4. L. Walls&lt;br /&gt;5. L. Sanders&lt;br /&gt;6. K. O'Connell&lt;br /&gt;7. Gonzalez&lt;br /&gt;8. Carter&lt;br /&gt;9. V. Hernandez&lt;br /&gt;10. S. Lancaster&lt;br /&gt;11. K. Hallberg&lt;br /&gt;12. B. Harrington&lt;br /&gt;13. K Pugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to a great 2009-2010 school year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-3478147831860364502?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3478147831860364502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=3478147831860364502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/3478147831860364502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/3478147831860364502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/thirteen-reasons-i-am-excited-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoSljOT8ycI/AAAAAAAAALo/AmE5ZvI4vxs/s72-c/thursdaythrtn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-6535996213419296577</id><published>2009-08-12T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:12:36.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLNfp0Y2_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/HPVADpFOWR8/s1600-h/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLNfp0Y2_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/HPVADpFOWR8/s400/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369079649464278002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLNgKT_BMI/AAAAAAAAALA/hNBT7Mr2Pfg/s1600-h/girls4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLNgKT_BMI/AAAAAAAAALA/hNBT7Mr2Pfg/s400/girls4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369079658186736834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capturing a picture with Blubs and Sampson simultaneously....I had fun! Clearly, the girls were over it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-6535996213419296577?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6535996213419296577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=6535996213419296577' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/6535996213419296577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/6535996213419296577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/capturing-picture-with-blubs-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLNfp0Y2_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/HPVADpFOWR8/s72-c/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-805137264729115899</id><published>2009-08-06T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:54:42.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/Sns_YJ0rq6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/XceH09Jy8io/s1600-h/thursdaythrtn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/Sns_YJ0rq6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/XceH09Jy8io/s400/thursdaythrtn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366953065128373154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thirteen Interesting Things that Happened on my Summer 09 Trip to Atlanta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I had to take the tram for the first time at Intercontinental Airport because my mom dropped me off at the wrong terminal. (On my return trip, all the trams at the Atlanta airport broke down and it was a mess.)&lt;br /&gt;2. I had to walk outside to get on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;3. The plane was the size of my car...&lt;br /&gt;4. And the guy I sat next to was as big as Santa clause.&lt;br /&gt;5. There was a lady carrying a funoodle as a carry on item (they cost $1, and it was totally in the way).&lt;br /&gt;6. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SkyMagazine&lt;/span&gt; claims their fake zombie that can be placed in a flower bed is one of their number on sellers!?!? Seriously, it looked like one of the actors in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thriller&lt;/span&gt;, and they claim people love to have it in their yard &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;year round&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SkyMagazine&lt;/span&gt; also sells a marshmallow gun. Not a paintball gun, or a water gun....a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;marshmallow gun&lt;/span&gt;. WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;8. I asked Izzy if Sassy (the family cat) needs to make a pee pee...she said, "No, Emily. Sassy doesn't have a booty." And Izzy was serious. HiLaRiOuS!&lt;br /&gt;9. The lady at Gymboree asked &lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/"&gt;Krystyn&lt;/a&gt;, "Is that red hair?" Neither of us could believe the lady just asked that. What other color would it be?&lt;br /&gt;10. I tasted some homemade baby food I thought was great. It tasted like banana nut bread dough...and then I was told it had beans in it, and breast milk.&lt;br /&gt;11. I was made fun of because I am from Texas...&lt;br /&gt;12. And then the waiter tried to make it up to me by saying, "I meant you were from Texas, as in Miss Texas."&lt;br /&gt;13. And then he asked if I was going to come see him the next day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great trip, with many memorable moments!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-805137264729115899?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/805137264729115899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=805137264729115899' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/805137264729115899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/805137264729115899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/thirteen-interesting-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/Sns_YJ0rq6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/XceH09Jy8io/s72-c/thursdaythrtn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-5683673686057685877</id><published>2009-07-20T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:50:12.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CaUtIoN...this is all my opinion!</title><content type='html'>To begin with, I was planning to be in Cancun right now, but plans changed and I am in Katy. Which is actually good! Me and David are not together, however, we are going to remain friends. I know at times it will be difficult, but he is very important to me and we are both committed to being friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at perezhilton.com (I do love my celebrity gossip) and saw Mischa Barton is in the psych ward and getting all kinds of crap for it. I went through a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt; break up about a year and a half ago, and I am pretty sure at some point I should have been committed for being a wee bit mentally and emotionally unstable. Last time I checked we are all human...even celebs. I don't think it's great Mischa is in the psych ward, however, if she is getting the medical attention she needs shouldn't that be supported? If Steve McNair's girlfriend got the help she needed, they would both be alive still. And what about the wrestlers that lost it and killed their families last year....a little time getting medical treatment may have changed things. Eva Mendes went to rehab, it was never reported why she did (which doesn't matter) and she is doing fabulous! I just want to try to be supportive of people getting help, not criticize or poke fun. If I were in the public eye I am sure they would be able to post horrible things about me every day...I am human and make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to Jon and Kate Gosselin.....what are they thinking? Both of them? Him dating a girls so young is all good if it makes him happy...but parading around saying they are going to make an Ed Hardy childrens clothing line together? GAG!!! I do think Jon and Kate are free to date other people but haven't they learned parading around a romance/relationship in the public eye is not healthy? What does that teach their kiddos? I also think Kate needs to be left alone. Yes, she was mean and snappy with Jon on the show, but it is edited!!!! Come on people! And if you don't like her hair then don't like it...doesn't mean you need to make rude comments and give it a nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all....I learned that young and do my best to follow it. I do make mistakes, but I am trying and will hopefully learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where all this came from, but I am reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shack&lt;/span&gt; right now....I believe it has something to do with it! Great book for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to read my celebrity gossip as it is one of my favorite guilty pleasures, but does it have to be so mean and hurtful? It is still interesting to read about people that have more money and power then I ever will, but please make it more positive! Mischa, I hope you get the help you need!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-5683673686057685877?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5683673686057685877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=5683673686057685877' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/5683673686057685877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/5683673686057685877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/07/cautionthis-is-all-my-opinion.html' title='CaUtIoN...this is all my opinion!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-8610376688605008546</id><published>2009-06-09T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:21:58.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JC Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, do you want the good news or bad news first? Well, here is the bad news...I went to JC today to weigh in and get more food. I have gained 3.5 pounds. My consultant, Anna, who is awesome and positive told me not to worry it is probably just water weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news, I have lost 19 inches since I began the program! I have lost 3 inches in my bust, 4 inches in my abs, 6 inches in my waist and 6 inches in my hips! That was very exciting! I could tell I was getting a little smaller because my clothes fit more comfortably. However, I still have plenty more LBs to shed so all my clothes fit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is an updated pic:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345363308472421714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/Si6Lm6znzVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3xb_0YallME/s400/Em%27sCamera+998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like it's a little deceiving, but it is one of the only full body pics I have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for all the positive, motivational, inspiring words from my blog buddies! I really appreciate them! We leave for Cancun in a little over a month....I want to look &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my bikini!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-8610376688605008546?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8610376688605008546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=8610376688605008546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/8610376688605008546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/8610376688605008546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/06/jc-update.html' title='JC Update'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/Si6Lm6znzVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3xb_0YallME/s72-c/Em%27sCamera+998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-6788922633498220239</id><published>2009-06-03T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:47:32.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-It</title><content type='html'>Go here for a chance to win &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;recycled Post-Its&lt;/span&gt;. Genius idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/2009/06/post-its-go-green-review-and-giveaway.html"&gt;http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/2009/06/post-its-go-green-review-and-giveaway.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-6788922633498220239?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6788922633498220239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=6788922633498220239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/6788922633498220239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/6788922633498220239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/06/post-it.html' title='Post-It'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-340607800213278581</id><published>2009-05-28T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:47:15.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/Sh8u961VaaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/uUCMttYkoNk/s1600-h/thursdaythrtn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341039324384553378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/Sh8u961VaaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/uUCMttYkoNk/s400/thursdaythrtn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thirteen items I cherish, but have given up in order to reach my goal weight:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Grey Goose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Jalapeno Potato Chips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Miller Lite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Starburst&lt;/span&gt; Fruit Chews&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Heineken Lite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Hot Cheetos (aka Hot Fries)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Wine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Pasta (except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; prepared entrees)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Bud Light&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Cheese Enchilada Dinner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Margaritas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. grits (once I start eating them I can't stop)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Vodka Tonic...oh, how I miss you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do believe it has all been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;worth&lt;/span&gt; it and hope I am able to make this a lifestyle change. After making this list it is very apparent to me I love liquor way too much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-340607800213278581?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/340607800213278581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=340607800213278581' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/340607800213278581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/340607800213278581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/05/thirteen-items-i-cherish-but-have-given.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/Sh8u961VaaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/uUCMttYkoNk/s72-c/thursdaythrtn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-1343822056511388803</id><published>2009-05-27T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:45:52.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JC</title><content type='html'>It stands for Jenny Craig. On April 20, 2009 I became a member of the Jenny Craig world. And I am so glad I did. (However, my bank account is not....cost $435 to join and pay for my first week of food.) On my first visit, I weighed a whopping 176 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340683466453486034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/Sh3rUQvDCdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/I97O48Gn_QA/s400/Em%27sCamera+429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am 5' 7.5" and I weigh 176 in this picture...David is 6'1" and weighs 190. I NEED &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JC's&lt;/span&gt; help and guidance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world did I gain so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lb's&lt;/span&gt;....HAPPY HOUR, BEER, HAPPY HOUR, BEER, HAPPY HOUR...I think you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went last week and have lost 15 pounds and am at 161. My goal weight is 135....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; wants my goal to be 140. Why 135 lbs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several parties/HAPPY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HOUR's&lt;/span&gt; scheduled at the end of the school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I go to Florida in July and I know I will gain a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lb's&lt;/span&gt; while there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be off for 2 months with nothing to do but eat, and go to HAPPY HOUR!.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on, but I really need to get in shape. So, I am eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; food and going about once a week to weigh in. Also, I have given up alcohol &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; completely (and so has David in order ti support me and my goal). I went without it for 3 weeks and had a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;drinks&lt;/span&gt; last Friday, but didn't go overboard. (David...went WAY overboard!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have decided that blogging about my goal will hopefully help me reach and maintain it...along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt;, working out, no booze, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit and a bikini staring at me every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if I nix the drinking (only until I reach my goal weight) and hit my goal before my trip I get $400 from a certain someone to go shopping with! If that's not motivation I don't know what is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-1343822056511388803?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1343822056511388803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=1343822056511388803' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/1343822056511388803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/1343822056511388803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/05/jc.html' title='JC'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/Sh3rUQvDCdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/I97O48Gn_QA/s72-c/Em%27sCamera+429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-476657410284590620</id><published>2009-03-23T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:29:30.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy that I have not had a moment to post! Here are some of the new items in my life I have acquired since my last post...and I don't think I could live without: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot new high heels! I got these at Target for $29.99...and I got 3 dresses the same day that were all under $6!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316509393622342546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/ScgJIBvjG5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XhWak9ktSZ0/s400/Em%27sCamera+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fancy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;schmancy&lt;/span&gt; wine opener...that only cost $9.99!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316509776398108034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/ScgJeTsZxYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fu3bpVpSzMc/s400/Em%27sCamera+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these at the Rodeo when I tortured myself by going to the Jonas Brothers (just not impressed, but my sister and friends had fun). I knew my &lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.blogspot.com/"&gt;'voice of reason'&lt;/a&gt; would tell me I don't need to spend $300 on cowboy boots...especially since I already have a brown pair and a pink pair. Well, I decided after several mornings of waking up and thinking of nothing but these boots that i actually NEEDED them! But, I got them brand new on e-bay and saved $65!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316510208168837938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/ScgJ3cKkQzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/tu0mdx2hsfw/s400/Em%27sCamera+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAVID! No, he is not new in my life but his title is....he is &lt;em&gt;my boyfriend!&lt;/em&gt; And he seriously spoils me rotten! Glad we are going to do all we can to make it work this time!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316511738017602242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/ScgLQfS72sI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eDWE6sOO7QA/s400/Em%27sCamera+328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I can't post a picture of this but I kinda have a new schedule..track season is over! i don't have to stay at work until 5:30 and work at meets anymore, well, I may next year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also finally have a bed in my guest bedroom and it sure is looking cute! I am hoping Izzy and Natalie will stay with me in a few years. I will post pictures of it once I hang some pictures on the walls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOW! This post was totally all about me. Next time I will not be so selfish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-476657410284590620?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/476657410284590620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=476657410284590620' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/476657410284590620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/476657410284590620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/ScgJIBvjG5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XhWak9ktSZ0/s72-c/Em%27sCamera+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-6559805507549387721</id><published>2009-02-19T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:37:50.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SZ3rh2du02I/AAAAAAAAAJw/sqvg8NpUU9k/s1600-h/thursdaythrtn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304654902900740962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SZ3rh2du02I/AAAAAAAAAJw/sqvg8NpUU9k/s400/thursdaythrtn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirteen things that are on my bedroom floor at this very moment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. 3 pillows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. gym bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt; (I am almost finished)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. my new pink and black (fake) snake skin high heels...I like to wear them around the house because I love them so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LanoLip&lt;/span&gt; lip gloss (this stuff is awesome!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. a huge teddy bear...gotta cuddle something at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. 5 &lt;em&gt;empty&lt;/em&gt; bottles of water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. paperwork for my girls track meet on Feb. 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. 2 bags of clothes from Target....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. 1 bag of clothes from Charming Charlies...I can't refuse a good sale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. 8 pairs of shoes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. a DVD I have had for too long and need to just send back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. a copy of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;itinerary&lt;/span&gt; for when I go to Atlanta for Spring Break!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what you are thinking, why am I blogging and not cleaning my room???? I am not in the mood. That's it. It's not disgusting, but it sure is messy...I just don't feel like cleaning things up right now. Ever felt that way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-6559805507549387721?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6559805507549387721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=6559805507549387721' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/6559805507549387721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/6559805507549387721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirteen-things-that-are-on-my-bedroom.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SZ3rh2du02I/AAAAAAAAAJw/sqvg8NpUU9k/s72-c/thursdaythrtn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-9088072150748278270</id><published>2009-02-16T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:23:00.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26....</title><content type='html'>is old? Wow! I Didn't know until today that at the ripe old age of 26 people consider me a cougar. Well, not &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt;, but the bagger guy at Kroger did. I was checking out and had $80 worth of groceries, so my cart was pretty full. The guy (I should say BOY) put 3 items in a bag and disappeared....I look one lane over and he is helping a very attractive &lt;em&gt;young girl &lt;/em&gt;bag her 10 items. I just stared at the boy, I couldn't believe he left my pile of groceries sitting there for me to sack. I have no problem putting my groceries in bags, it's no big deal, I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; above a bagger. However, to leave me for some cute, young (she was maybe 13, and with her mom) girl to sack her groceries...ouch! Wrinkle cream and Botox here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-9088072150748278270?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9088072150748278270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=9088072150748278270' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/9088072150748278270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/9088072150748278270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/02/26.html' title='26....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-2678453647704014776</id><published>2009-02-15T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:24:15.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Honest</title><content type='html'>As I have mentioned several times before I teach 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade Special Education. Usually, my students are pretty well behaved and don't get into much trouble. However, one afternoon I gave them free time on the computers. There are only 6 computers and 10 students, so some had to share. They usually go to the Disney Channel website or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;funbrain&lt;/span&gt;.com. Both sites are very appropriate and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;educational&lt;/span&gt;. Well, little did I know one student decided to go to Google images....YIKES! Although most inappropriate sites are blocked, the thumbnail pictures still show up on google images. This student, I will call him J, has always loved girls, and yes, I do keep a close eye on him. He decided to use Google images to look up porn, in my classroom, while I was actively monitoring them!!!&lt;br /&gt;Of course I took him off the computer immediately and sent him to the office. I try not to write my kids up, but i didn't want the district to do some kind of search and find out one of my students attempted too look up porn and I did nothing about it. So, he goes to the office and the assistant principal decides this needs to be a parent conference. Mom gets there and the student tells her and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ap&lt;/span&gt; that he was trying to look up the word "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;puse&lt;/span&gt;" (for those of you not familiar with special education students he was attempting to spell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pu&lt;/span&gt;$$y). He was very honest and I was floored! How can you say you were trying to look that up in front of your own mother?!?! Now he is only allowed on the computer for the specific program needed for my class and doesn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; access...which you think would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, right????.....&lt;br /&gt;Nope! Not for J! I passed out a set of educational magazines for the class so we could read a play that was in it. My students love to read plays! They usually put someone famous on the cover and do a small story about them, to get the kiddos interested in reading. This cover had Rhianna on the front. Great for middle school students, right? Great for every kid except J....who was licking the magazine because he wanted to "kiss" Rhianna. WHAT??? He just wanted to kiss her, he said. I explained to him it was not appropriate and actually disgusting because other students would be using the same magazine.&lt;br /&gt;More exciting stories from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;classroom&lt;/span&gt; to come......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-2678453647704014776?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2678453647704014776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=2678453647704014776' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/2678453647704014776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/2678453647704014776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-honest.html' title='Too Honest'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-5582376752818737569</id><published>2009-02-05T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:06:20.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SYuAf5O_33I/AAAAAAAAAJg/4sNAEy0Ss9E/s1600-h/thursdaythrtn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299470671959547762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SYuAf5O_33I/AAAAAAAAAJg/4sNAEy0Ss9E/s400/thursdaythrtn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plus 7!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I asked &lt;a href="http://reallyareyouserious.blogspot.com/2009/01/honesty-from-emily.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Krystyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to respond to her tag. My comments are in &lt;em&gt;italics&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You give people the benefit of the doubt all of the time, almost to a fault. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; to a fault, but we won't mention any names here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2. You love my girls almost as much as I do. &lt;em&gt;YES I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;3. You love unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;4. You are very forgiving (sometimes it takes time). &lt;em&gt;It always takes time for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You are very loyal. &lt;em&gt;Getting stabbed in the back sucks! Treat others how you want to be treated, kind of my motto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;6. You LOVE to shop. &lt;em&gt;I sure do! I kinda think I am good at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;7. And, you love to find good deals (you seriously find the best stuff at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maxx&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Marshalls&lt;/span&gt; and even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;em&gt;Our momma taught us right...I always go straight for the clearance racks, and clearance section when shopping online. Plus, you have to be in the mood to shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;8. You hate the sounds of metal on metal (in fact, you are probably cringing just reading this). &lt;em&gt;I just puked in my mouth...seriously, why don't people use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;plastic&lt;/span&gt; more often? It's washable, too. One of my students was chewing on a paperclip the other day! I completely flipped out and almost cried til it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; his mouth! And he has braces. YUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;9. You make me eat with a plastic fork because apparently, I bite my fork when eating. &lt;em&gt;Yes, you do. I make everyone do it when they bite metal utensils. Hot soup is the worst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;10. When you drink tea, you like to dump the tea bag into the water and drink all of the crunchy goodness. &lt;em&gt;I seriously love my Smooth Move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;11. You closet is color coordinated. &lt;em&gt;Color coordinated, dresses in one area, skirts in another, dress pants  next to them, tank tops in their own spot, spaghetti strap shirts in their own place...etc! I even have a section for new clothes, I have so many I forget to wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;12. You probably have 5 of the same shirts in different colors. &lt;em&gt;If it looks good, and it's on sale, of course I do! And I usually get you one, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;13. You like to threaten to take my clothes, even though they are too big for you. &lt;em&gt;STOP! They are not too big for me, and they are super cute but I won't ever take them. I like adding to the Hall family wardrobe as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;14. You like all doors (closets, bedrooms, bathrooms) to be closed when you go to sleep. &lt;em&gt;True! But I can't sleep with my bedroom door closed. I don't want the babies to be stuck in or out for an entire night. Oh, and I check my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;front&lt;/span&gt;, back and garage door probably six times to make sure they are locked before I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;15. Your cats are like your kids (you probably know their birthdays and adoption dates). &lt;em&gt;They are my babies and they do have middle names and last names!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;16. You could drink a cold beer as soon as it is offered. &lt;em&gt;Of course! This is Texas...and I will do the same anywhere else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;17. But, you like a good glass of wine, too. &lt;em&gt;Drinking one as I respond to this! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;zoE&lt;/span&gt; is sitting by the computer, and Leroy is on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;18. You love your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; (and I'm pretty sure you have more than one of them).   &lt;em&gt;OK, I do have two, but one really was never mine. My radio doesn't get good reception in my car so my ipod is my essential, but I love it regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;19. You have a hard time telling people "no." &lt;em&gt;So very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;20. You like to visit Atlanta, but would never move here. &lt;em&gt;If I found a hubby there, I would move!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any other questions???? Feel free to ask!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-5582376752818737569?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5582376752818737569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=5582376752818737569' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/5582376752818737569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/5582376752818737569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/02/plus-7-i-asked-krystyn-to-respond-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SYuAf5O_33I/AAAAAAAAAJg/4sNAEy0Ss9E/s72-c/thursdaythrtn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-7451510658665584339</id><published>2009-02-03T17:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:00:08.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I found my husband...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SYj2hxVUaOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ywRNBVki7g8/s1600-h/gayswimmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298756021640259810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SYj2hxVUaOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ywRNBVki7g8/s400/gayswimmer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Australian swimmer Matthew Mitcham, openly &lt;em&gt;gay&lt;/em&gt;. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-7451510658665584339?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7451510658665584339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=7451510658665584339' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/7451510658665584339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/7451510658665584339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/02/maybe-i-found-my-husband.html' title='Maybe I found my husband...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SYj2hxVUaOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ywRNBVki7g8/s72-c/gayswimmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-7074512625900246414</id><published>2009-02-02T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:52:19.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Away at Krystyn's Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://reallyareyouserious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Krystyn&lt;/a&gt;, my fabulous, amazing, gorgeoues, kind and sometimes fiesty (in a good, protective way) sister is having an amazing give away! Go now...the tote is too cute! I &lt;em&gt;NEED&lt;/em&gt; it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-7074512625900246414?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7074512625900246414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=7074512625900246414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/7074512625900246414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/7074512625900246414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/02/give-away-at-krystyns-blog.html' title='Give Away at Krystyn&apos;s Blog!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-7722346864658429111</id><published>2009-01-20T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:30:14.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SXZcTWH4AmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vmbzHt_td0s/s1600-h/iamloved2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293519899446477410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SXZcTWH4AmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vmbzHt_td0s/s400/iamloved2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been feeling under the weather and just plain sad the last few days, but my &lt;a href="http://reallyareyouserious.blogspot.com/"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt; and friends sure know how to make me smile and feel loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home Saturday afternoon to find these sitting on my porch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SXZcDu8KltI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pqi5Ikk0i58/s1600-h/Em"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293519631230342866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SXZcDu8KltI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pqi5Ikk0i58/s400/Em%27sCamera+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With this note attached:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293519616096883330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SXZcC2kEUoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/R01Mx2Db1aw/s400/Em%27sCamera+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It made me so happy I cried...nothing feels better than tears of joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My co-worker, Amanda, made me a vegetarian dinner! It was absolutely delish! Here is a picture of the leftovers she sent me home with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SXZcCuZA-pI/AAAAAAAAAIw/oHEyuN1sU24/s1600-h/Em"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293519613903043218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SXZcCuZA-pI/AAAAAAAAAIw/oHEyuN1sU24/s400/Em%27sCamera+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there we made candles. It was a really fun process, and I think I have a new hobby. I got to make them the color and fragrance of my choice....very cool! They match my house perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293519608609107826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SXZcCaq173I/AAAAAAAAAIo/fOqN4-JHyq8/s400/Em%27sCamera+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Amanda, not knowing this is my favorite flower, got me this cute little plant, too! I have already planted it in a bigger pot and have it on my front porch next to the bigger version!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293519603249741938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SXZcCGtEgHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kuUfrhFMd0g/s400/Em%27sCamera+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so very much for reminding me how loved and blessed I am to have you in my life!&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/859160380440954872-7722346864658429111?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7722346864658429111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=7722346864658429111' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/7722346864658429111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/7722346864658429111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-been-feeling-under-weather-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SXZcTWH4AmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vmbzHt_td0s/s72-c/iamloved2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-812114888784147301</id><published>2009-01-15T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:48:55.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SW_X7apalgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_dHM9vML6g4/s1600-h/thursdaythrtn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291685502948906498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SW_X7apalgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_dHM9vML6g4/s400/thursdaythrtn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thirteen reasons I re-did my bathroom (for Rachel)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. There was a leak behind the tile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. The tile started to mold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. It smelled like someone pooped in my bathroom when I took a shower.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. The linoleum was ugly and stained.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I love taking long baths!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Hurricane Ike destroyed my roof...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. and some of my ceiling...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. and some of my sheet rock/painted walls...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. and some of my carpet (I had a mushroom growing inside my house by my back door because the carpet was soaked)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. and I have a good insurance company that issued me more than I needed to fix the necessary repairs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. and my dad, Joe, has some serious hook-ups with carpentry/tile work...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. and I got my roof replaced and bathroom fixed and still have money left over!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Last of all, I picked out the tiles and border all by myself, man not needed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I love my new bathroom, except the gold trim. It was very expensive to have all that changed so maybe if I teach summer school I will. Thanks for the compliments!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-812114888784147301?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/812114888784147301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=812114888784147301' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/812114888784147301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/812114888784147301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/01/thirteen-reasons-i-re-did-my-bathroom.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SW_X7apalgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_dHM9vML6g4/s72-c/thursdaythrtn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-4425077652405670555</id><published>2009-01-14T16:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:37:46.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291314245020200178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SW6GRXFkrPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/EcAXD08tx1k/s400/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291315550828096962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SW6HdXmb7cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FYUdB7K2HnY/s400/old+bathroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                    AFTER!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291315558125721314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SW6HdyyU1uI/AAAAAAAAAII/KIg5MR2wxWI/s400/Em%27sCamera+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291315555655902754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SW6HdpleZiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-U4Wk0LXn0A/s400/Em%27sCamera+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291315567980844274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SW6HeXf-FPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XUk3VADq_ic/s400/Em%27sCamera+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SW6HczfVKdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k6Gl0NxJ1qg/s1600-h/Em"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291315541134617042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SW6HczfVKdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k6Gl0NxJ1qg/s400/Em%27sCamera+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-4425077652405670555?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4425077652405670555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=4425077652405670555' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/4425077652405670555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/4425077652405670555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/01/before-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SW6GRXFkrPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/EcAXD08tx1k/s72-c/Wordless-Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-4543236672016510904</id><published>2009-01-02T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:24:50.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SpEcIaL Ed At It'S bEsTeSt</title><content type='html'>My 7th grade students will take the writing portion of the TAKS test this year, so I have been trying to teach all I can to prepare them for success. On the writing portion, they have to respond to a prompt as well as answer multiple choice questions on the revising/editing section. They have really been struggling with spelling common words, so I have been giving them spelling tests. We work with the words for 5 days in class, and the are assigned to study the words for homework every night. The last test I gave them was these 5 words: about, above, across, because and below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my kiddos 10 minutes to study with a partner before the test. I even offered to help some of my kids that are shy and don't work well with others. I noticed one of my very talkative students was not working with a partner. I asked him why and he told me he had studied at home. WOW! They DO care about their grades, education, success, future, etc.....right?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the above students way of 'studying':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286855303745784082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SV6u40aoSRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2upL02v9V50/s400/chaeting+student.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wrote the spelling words on the OUTSIDE OF HIS HAND!! Then, he told me they weren't the spelling words and he was NOT trying to cheat!! WHAT? Um, precious, sweet student of mine...you are cheating so go wash your hand and we can discuss this when you come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take several deep breaths! His mother works in the district and I know I should have called her but I decided to give him a zero and extra homework....I didn't have the energy to call and tell her just how 'special' her precious baby boy is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am glad I have a few days left of Winter Break. I love my job and my students but I felt compelled to share with the blogging world what my days can be like. Fun stuff and good times are always happening in my classroom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-4543236672016510904?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4543236672016510904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=4543236672016510904' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/4543236672016510904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/4543236672016510904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2009/01/special-ed-at-its-best.html' title='SpEcIaL Ed At It&apos;S bEsTeSt'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SV6u40aoSRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2upL02v9V50/s72-c/chaeting+student.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-1621579647850618530</id><published>2008-12-18T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:47:19.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SUr7lH06deI/AAAAAAAAAHY/x-pixMvK2ys/s1600-h/thursdaythrtn..aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SUr7lH06deI/AAAAAAAAAHY/x-pixMvK2ys/s400/thursdaythrtn..aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281310128220042722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thirteen things I will do in Atlanta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kiss Izzy!&lt;br /&gt;2. Meet Natalie!&lt;br /&gt;3. Hug and love on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blubs&lt;/span&gt; and Sampson!&lt;br /&gt;4. Babysit the cutest girls in the world!&lt;br /&gt;5. Enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Krystyn&lt;/span&gt; and Papa Bear's company and positive vibe!&lt;br /&gt;6. Eat at Magic Mushroom!&lt;br /&gt;7. See David, Marty, Luke and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cassidy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell my sister and Papa Bear to enjoy some relaxing time away from the house!&lt;br /&gt;9. Make a mess...it seems to happen every time I go and am supposed to be helping out.&lt;br /&gt;10. COOK!&lt;br /&gt;11. Make cookies with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Blubs&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;12. Take pics with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Blubs&lt;/span&gt; and Sampson!&lt;br /&gt;13. Try to be the best sister and aunt possible, and enjoy every moment I get to spend with the&lt;br /&gt;      Halls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to go to sleep, I have to leave my house at 4a.m. to catch my flight. Usually, that wouldn't be too bad because I am a morning person, however, I am a little (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, a WAY MORE THAN A LITTLE) excited to go to Atlanta. I wonder if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Krystyn&lt;/span&gt; has told Izzy I am coming.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-1621579647850618530?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1621579647850618530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=1621579647850618530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/1621579647850618530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/1621579647850618530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2008/12/thirteen-things-i-will-do-in-atlanta-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SUr7lH06deI/AAAAAAAAAHY/x-pixMvK2ys/s72-c/thursdaythrtn..aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-1022748549587150580</id><published>2008-11-27T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:41:05.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen!</title><content type='html'>Thirteen things I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;1. My parents....all of them!&lt;br /&gt;2. Isabelle aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Natalie aka Sampson&lt;br /&gt;4. Delta reinstating my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Skymiles&lt;/span&gt; so I can go to Atlanta for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;5. My job.&lt;br /&gt;6. My true friends....They know who they are so I won't name them.&lt;br /&gt;7. The color PINK!&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;zoE&lt;/span&gt; and Leroy...They make me smile when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; else can.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Krystyn&lt;/span&gt; and Papa Bear....They love and support me no matter how crazy and angry I get!&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zachiepoo&lt;/span&gt;, Aidan and Brianna.&lt;br /&gt;11. My students...They are so very special but so sweet and loyal and amazing in their own individual ways.&lt;br /&gt;12. David...I could do a million Thursday Thirteen posts about him and how amazing he is!&lt;br /&gt;13. Faith...This is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt; area for me, but I am thankful I have it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-1022748549587150580?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1022748549587150580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=1022748549587150580' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/1022748549587150580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/1022748549587150580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2008/11/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-7481338517724821430</id><published>2008-11-06T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T06:33:36.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SRN-fslii4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hQsbN9WX7-k/s1600-h/thursdaythrtn..aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SRN-fslii4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hQsbN9WX7-k/s400/thursdaythrtn..aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265691472335899522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen phrases I said today that I know I will say again tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "The warm-up is on the board."&lt;br /&gt;2. "Yes, you write it in your journal."&lt;br /&gt;3. "Raise your hand if you have a question."&lt;br /&gt;4. "Write the sentence CORRECTLY...don't copy it directly from the board."&lt;br /&gt;5. "Stop, look and listen."&lt;br /&gt;6. "Hello. I am talking."&lt;br /&gt;7. "Keep your hands to yourself."&lt;br /&gt;8. "Use your inside voices."&lt;br /&gt;9. "Why do we capitalize this?"&lt;br /&gt;10. "Sit down."&lt;br /&gt;11. "Put your butt in a chair."&lt;br /&gt;12. "Your butt needs to hit the plastic.....quickly!"&lt;br /&gt;13. "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-7481338517724821430?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7481338517724821430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=7481338517724821430' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/7481338517724821430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/7481338517724821430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2008/11/thirteen-phrases-i-said-today-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SRN-fslii4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hQsbN9WX7-k/s72-c/thursdaythrtn..aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-5537291286611069043</id><published>2008-11-05T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:31:39.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SRIsbH3M4UI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Tt5z5w8w_P0/s1600-h/DSC00548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SRIsbH3M4UI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Tt5z5w8w_P0/s400/DSC00548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265319758828200258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       Leroy                                                                 zoE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-5537291286611069043?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5537291286611069043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=5537291286611069043' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/5537291286611069043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/5537291286611069043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2008/11/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SRIsbH3M4UI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Tt5z5w8w_P0/s72-c/DSC00548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-1150439701159537179</id><published>2008-11-01T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:03:10.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BAAAAAACK!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a very long time since I have posted anything, but I have not forgotten to follow my fellow blogger buddies! I will try to be better at leaving comments so you know I came. Anyhow, this is a summary of what I have been up to since I last posted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Instead of losing weight, I have gained a few pounds. I am not freaking out, YET, but I am going to start running again tomorrow morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-My bathroom was redone and looks beautiful. However, it took a long time and was a very messy process. After a particularly long day at work and another loss for my volleyball team I came home to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263860654230843538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SQz9YDqVsJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sjNC8eJXNrU/s400/toilet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am very lucky mom lives so close, she quickly arrived with a bottle of wine and a home cooked meal! We laughed, then vegged out and watched Grey's Anatomy. OK, OK you keep on laughing since it wasn't YOUR TOILET on YOUR BEDROOM FLOOR! It was so close to my bed I almost tripped on it when I woke-up the next morning. I truly think remodeling should come with a free stay at a local hotel until it's complete! My bathroom does look amazing, and yes, my toilet is back where it belongs!&lt;/p&gt;-My roof was also replaced. This process was much less annoying, however, the roofers did leave a mess in my yard. A small price to pay for a leak-free roof so I won't complain anymore. &lt;p&gt;-I became an aunt AGAIN! Natalie Grace was born on October 13! I can't wait to meet Sampson in person...sorry kiddo, the nickname is going to stick!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SQ0LKC4h13I/AAAAAAAAAG4/2a3euMSq78M/s1600-h/natalie+coming+home!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263875806666545010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SQ0LKC4h13I/AAAAAAAAAG4/2a3euMSq78M/s400/natalie+coming+home%21.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-My Blubs, also known as Izzy, turned 2 on October 14! I will put up pictures of her birthday gift as soon as I get some. I got her new bedding for her big girl bed. Grandma and Grandpa are delivering it this week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-I turned 26...and am totally freaking out about it! When I turned 25 I kinda got scared and really started to feel old, but something about 26 is really scary to me....I feel so close to 30! Being 30 is by no means a bad thing, but since I am VERY SINGLE and really want to have a husband and kids one day it freaks me out. I don't want to be 45 and wonder what on earth I did with my life....but if Papa Bear and Krystyn keep popping out kids every 2 years I may be OK with that and not need my own! Some friends and I went to Mo's to celebrate and got to see a great show. Lonestar played and they were wonderful! It was a very fun night!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SQ0Cg-0B93I/AAAAAAAAAGI/lF0Xrjojkp0/s1600-h/birthday2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263866305106278258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SQ0Cg-0B93I/AAAAAAAAAGI/lF0Xrjojkp0/s400/birthday2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SQ0ChbI104I/AAAAAAAAAGY/5FGAFolCVjs/s1600-h/birthday1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SQ0ChjvH73I/AAAAAAAAAGg/rS1yBxZ67ec/s1600-h/birthday5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263866315017809778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SQ0ChjvH73I/AAAAAAAAAGg/rS1yBxZ67ec/s400/birthday5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SQ0ChQr4aQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IMOFtvhzz3g/s1600-h/birthday3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263866309903935746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SQ0ChQr4aQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IMOFtvhzz3g/s400/birthday3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SQ0Chv8LauI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CJKhpa3NQVg/s1600-h/birthday4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263866318293789410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SQ0Chv8LauI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CJKhpa3NQVg/s400/birthday4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;-Volleyball season is over! I am sad and excited at the same time. It is very draining being at work from 6:30am-6:00pm and even later on game nights, and coaching at tournaments 4 Saturdays in a row. I coach the 8th grade B team and their record is not good, but, they won 2nd place in the Spring tournament last weekend! I was very proud of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have had severe eye drama, and we finally learned Wednesday morning that the cause of it was an abrasion on my cornea, that turned into an ulcer. I have an ulcer in my eye, which is the most painful thing I have ever experienced and caused my eye to swell, water and look gross. And of course, the doctors and nurses kept wanting me to open wider and look at the light. Really, do you not see the pain I am in and that I Can't open any wider because it's swollen?!?!?! It got so painful I started throwing up, at the doctors office, and he still shined the light in my eye and then had his intern do the same thing!!!! I am all for education and all, but they really were crazy thinking I was going to go through the whole bright light in my hurt eye again. So, I just pushed the stupid eye light shining machine away and said, "No." It was so bad I threw up in a Ziploc baggie in my mom's car on the way home...and just my luck, the baggie had a hole in it! Of course!!!!! But, my mom did have a towel so it wasn't too traumatic. I did learn if my contacts ever irritate my eyes I will take them out immediately! here is my eye the night before it got really bad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SQ0F7b9GdFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fHehHHmim-0/s1600-h/eye.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263870058140431442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SQ0F7b9GdFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fHehHHmim-0/s400/eye.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My eyes do look really green when surrounded by so much redness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My mom and I discovered Kirkland's! I always knew about this store and went a few times, but now my house is really starting to feel like my HOME with all the cute pictures and such! And their prices are great! I really am thinking about getting a job there during the holidays! I love their stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I watched a PETA video and decided I am done with fish and shrimp, too. I have not been eating beef, chicken or pork for quite some time, but would allow myself to eat fish and shrimp, but I think that's out now as well. I am not going to be a crazy advocate or anything, but I love animals too much and have never really enjoyed meat. To each his own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I learned that as of January 1, 2009, I will no longer have Zachie as my roomie...he is following his dreams and moving to Las Vegas! I am sad, but it's going to be the first time I have truly live on my own so I am looking forward to it, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Labbie (Zachie's dog) got her own area so my backyard looks great and I got to put out my patio furniture! I bought it in 2006 and never used it except in a garage so i am very happy to have it outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I learned that Delta Skymiles expire so I would not recommend getting a Skymiles account and would suggest going with Continental since their miles don't expire and they usually let you put flights from other carriers on your account. It might bot seem like a big deal, but I flew to India and had around 22,000 miles that I lost...but it doesn't make sense since I have flown every year since then. I am fighting to get my miles reinstated, but I will get my free ticket and close that account and use one that has miles that don't expire. Miles that expire---so stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I finished 2 great books: My Sister's Keeper and 19 Minutes, both by Jodi Picoult. Both were wonderful and I suggest anyone that enjoys reading to read these two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! That was lots of information, but I am sure I left some things out. I will add them as I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a question though: Who do you vote for when you really don't agree with either candidate? I know I am a wild Liberal living in a very Conservative state, but I am still torn as to if I should go vote at all. I don't really agree with either, so do I pick the 'lesser of two evils?' Your thoughts are really needed with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-1150439701159537179?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1150439701159537179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=1150439701159537179' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/1150439701159537179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/1150439701159537179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-baaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m BAAAAAACK!!!!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SQz9YDqVsJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sjNC8eJXNrU/s72-c/toilet.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-8777485839170126793</id><published>2008-09-25T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:33:32.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNwsSNCZmpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/X7R9ZIdao0A/s1600-h/thursdaythrtn..aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNwsSNCZmpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/X7R9ZIdao0A/s400/thursdaythrtn..aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250119956856150674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disclaimer: I KNOW that I am not fat, nor am I saying I think I am fat. I am out of shape and not happy about it, that's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen Reasons I want to lose Weight:&lt;br /&gt;1. I am not happy with my body.&lt;br /&gt;2. I only have 3 pairs of jeans that fit me (yes, I own 18 pair).&lt;br /&gt;3. I got on the scale and I weigh more than some knocked-up person I know that is due Oct. 16.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have cellulite...on my STOMACH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. 2 dresses that used to be big on me barely fit over my hips and butt.&lt;br /&gt;6. One of my students (that I had last year) asked me how I got so fat over the summer (in his defense, he is a little guy and trying to gain weight for sports, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;7. I eat food that is bad for me...all the time!&lt;br /&gt;8. I spend too much money at Happy Hour....&lt;br /&gt;9. I drink too many calories at Happy Hour....&lt;br /&gt;10. Then I eat to many calories at Happy Hour because I feel good and 'don't care', when deep down I do and get upset about it later...when Happy Hour wears off!&lt;br /&gt;11. I am single and have time to work out.&lt;br /&gt;12. I want to be healthy, not just lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;13. I want to listen to people complain about their weight...and NOT want to jump in the conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-8777485839170126793?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8777485839170126793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=8777485839170126793' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/8777485839170126793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/8777485839170126793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/disclaimer-i-know-that-i-am-not-fat-nor.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNwsSNCZmpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/X7R9ZIdao0A/s72-c/thursdaythrtn..aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-8566718296225755144</id><published>2008-09-24T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:14:05.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNrXrZgA6RI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SBUAtInSaiE/s1600-h/piperandem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249745456233244946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNrXrZgA6RI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SBUAtInSaiE/s400/piperandem.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my department head! We were so excited to be at work after Ike!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-8566718296225755144?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8566718296225755144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=8566718296225755144' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/8566718296225755144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/8566718296225755144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNrXrZgA6RI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SBUAtInSaiE/s72-c/piperandem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-5154431565022721301</id><published>2008-09-23T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:09:48.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesting?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>So, I understand that all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preggo&lt;/span&gt; women go through a period of 'nesting' where they get everything ready for the baby. My question is this: Is nesting contagious? As many of you know, my sister is knocked up with Sampson (no, that is not the real name so don't get all excited) and was nesting some when I was there. Why have I been doing so since I returned home? I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vacuumed&lt;/span&gt; my entire house twice a week, bleached everything that could be bleached without being ruined, fertilized my lawn, watered every day, put up a bird feeder, put up a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wind chime&lt;/span&gt;, washed every piece of laundry I could, organized and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;re-organized&lt;/span&gt; my closet, organized my garage and cleaned out my car. So, am I nesting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I caught it from my sister? All you mom's out there...what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-5154431565022721301?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5154431565022721301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=5154431565022721301' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/5154431565022721301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/5154431565022721301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/nesting.html' title='Nesting?!?!?!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-752883567963894241</id><published>2008-09-23T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:53:15.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlanta'/><title type='text'>Atlanta</title><content type='html'>I have been truly blessed and lucky to have been able to visit my sister and her family three times this year! Still, I am not sure how they can call Atlanta home, but it's not changing anytime soon so I have learned to live with it and buy tickets when they are cheap! Here are some pictures of me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blubs&lt;/span&gt; from the visits this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to take a picture of ourselves at lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkC8sAms8I/AAAAAAAAADo/ghpTvtOjjrc/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249230082306126786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkC8sAms8I/AAAAAAAAADo/ghpTvtOjjrc/s400/DSC00596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our attempt at a photo, Izzy started to model for me! She was cracking me up, especially since she has been in a 'no picture' mood lately. here are her glamor shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkD6buQoYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ig9Whrz81ic/s1600-h/DSC00592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249231143086104962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkD6buQoYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ig9Whrz81ic/s400/DSC00592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkD6-OMvDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4jDCSNF75CI/s1600-h/DSC00594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249231152346872882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkD6-OMvDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4jDCSNF75CI/s400/DSC00594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkcAYsy7MI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3l7NVFwFlS0/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249257633632939202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkcAYsy7MI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3l7NVFwFlS0/s400/DSC00595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkD5zEZCFI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZE551-U4nIk/s1600-h/DSC00592.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture cracks me up, too! Izzy really wanted to hold my camera but since it is still pretty new to me, and I didn't want it destroyed I told her she could not have it. She was not too happy with that and gave me this look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkE9jZpZsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6Ilirt-r7ds/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249232296198366914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkE9jZpZsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6Ilirt-r7ds/s400/DSC00518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How pathetic, yet so darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to do fun things with Izzy, since I don't see her very often. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kangazoom&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kangajump&lt;/span&gt; or something like that one day...she had a blast! And it's a killer workout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there before the place opened up and she was so good waiting in the car to go, "JUMP!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkcAnnCW4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/L98FGftVC34/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249257637635316610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkcAnnCW4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/L98FGftVC34/s400/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss independent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkcBNzhcAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/l9ES0LPrISg/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249257647888232450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkcBNzhcAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/l9ES0LPrISg/s400/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkcBroOhHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XgXcwXftEgI/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249257655893918834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkcBroOhHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XgXcwXftEgI/s400/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkF5u1QUGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r6SemiJ0NNs/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249233330059104354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkF5u1QUGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r6SemiJ0NNs/s400/DSC00606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both look so innocent...right? This is was the trip after she covered herself with A&amp;amp;D Ointment, but before she did it with Vaseline. Anyone need a free babysitter????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkcB4lXsHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gUnebimF48I/s1600-h/izzyandme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249257659371597938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkcB4lXsHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gUnebimF48I/s400/izzyandme.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to visit again, and when I do I will get to hold Sampson. Feeling the baby kick and have hiccups is great and all, but I am ready to hold it and spoil it rotten!!!! Thanks Papa Bear, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Krystyn&lt;/span&gt;, Izzy, Sassy and Sampson for letting me come visit...and continuing to do so even though I seem to let Izzy make the worst messes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-752883567963894241?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/752883567963894241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=752883567963894241' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/752883567963894241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/752883567963894241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/atlanta.html' title='Atlanta'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNkC8sAms8I/AAAAAAAAADo/ghpTvtOjjrc/s72-c/DSC00596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-9105215566433021961</id><published>2008-09-17T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:01:24.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mackinac Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball games'/><title type='text'>Catching Up!</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy since school started! Volleyball began the third day of school, so I am not leaving my school until 5:30, sometimes later, every day. I know, that's not that late, but when I have to drive from Aldine to Katy in rush hour traffic, it's not so fun. Here are some of the fun things I did this summer! (I did teach summer school, so it was not all fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary with a family trip to Mackinac Island. It was fun, relaxing and beautiful. Unfortunately, the place constantly smells like horse poop. There are no motorized vehicles on the island, so you either walk, ride a horse, or take and horse and buggy carriage. Add it up= horse poop aroma 24/7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystyn and Me at the casual family dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247011966150619378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNEhlVahsPI/AAAAAAAAACg/CTq75H2YVpg/s400/annivkpandem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Great Aunt Rose and Aunt Theresa on the ferry ride to the island:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247012993182840722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNEihHaFt5I/AAAAAAAAACo/p8PLZfPg0fM/s400/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystyn, me and Mom going to the formal anniversary dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247013452881525458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNEi736y-tI/AAAAAAAAACw/CzLN-IwFkkU/s400/girlfamily.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystyn and me before the formal dinner. She is one hot momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247013964818086066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNEjZrB--LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pvLwDv31jPg/s400/meandkrystyn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mom and her two sisters, Deb and Theresa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247014519116711202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNEj579ExSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Uh7jV-Lr_cY/s400/momdebthe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have a really great trip. I was able to see family members I only see about every five years. Congrats to my grandparents for 50 great years....I hope to have this celebration one day in my future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got to go to a few Astros games! I had season tickets last year, but did not even think about buying them for this year (they are expensive and I also had no idea who would want to go to all the games with me.) These are some pictures from the games:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and David:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247016420433293186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNElom6Rb4I/AAAAAAAAADI/2Z7WFWCKTMY/s400/david2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was very special for David and I to go to a game together. He took me to one of the playoff games in 2005, the night before my birthday. We had AWESOME seats behind home plate (he paid a ton for them) and could even see Barbara and George a few rows in front of us. He even sweet talked the camera guy to getting us on the 'kiss cam', which is displayed on the big screens at Minute Maid Park. It was my 15 minutes of fame! OK, more like 3 seconds, but it was very exciting! The Astros did not win, but it is still my absolute favorite game of all time! Thanks David!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;TBH invited me to a game, because her friend got tickets for free from a client. I brought along my 21 year old friend, Max, (No offense to young folks out thereand for the record, Max can sine and play guitar like noone I have ever heard. He is so talented and fun!) and this is what he did with my camera:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Astros won so we were trying to get a picture with the fireworks in the background so please try to imagine them being there. My sister is the great photographer, not me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next post, my tripS to Atlanta and some summer fun in the sun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-9105215566433021961?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9105215566433021961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=9105215566433021961' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/9105215566433021961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/9105215566433021961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SNEhlVahsPI/AAAAAAAAACg/CTq75H2YVpg/s72-c/annivkpandem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-8752850464875430054</id><published>2008-08-26T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:51:42.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Students</title><content type='html'>Just a reminder, I do teach 7th and 8th grade special ed. This is a 3 minute story about what can happen in my room on any given day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student walks into class with his hand to his mouth. I asked him what was wrong. He told me he was bleeding. I asked him to show me where he was bleeding from so I could determine if he needed to go to the nurse. He opened his mouth (yes, OPENED) to show me a small palce where a tiny speck of blood was on the roof of his mouth. He told me he cut it on a chip at lunch. I told him to go rinse his mouth with water and it would be fine. I thought everything would be ok with a good mouth rinse....wow, I was totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;He returns from the water fountain, still holding his mouth saying now he needs a band-aid. I asked him how he was going to put a band-aid INSIDE his mouth. He told me he has done it before. I told him no, and to have a seat. Then, he completely freaked and started crying telling me he had to go to the nurse right away, becuase she would put a band-aid in his mouth. The nurse at my school is very educated and would not give him a band-aid for this non-existent wound inside his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I took him outside to talk to him and let him calm down. He did, came back into class, and the rest of the day went great.&lt;br /&gt;I get to work the next day, and there is an ee-mail from one of the assistant principals...the students mother called to say i neglected her child when he was hurt, and he would not be able to come to school that day. She said she was taking him to get stitches in his mouth!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;STITCHES!!!! The next day? Are you kidding me????? Of course, the assistant princiapl had dealt with the mother several times and knew that I would not neglect a hurt student. He returned to school the next day without a doctors note, or stitches. This is why I think teachers need to be paid more!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-8752850464875430054?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8752850464875430054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=8752850464875430054' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/8752850464875430054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/8752850464875430054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/special-students.html' title='Special Students'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-6065982985776116073</id><published>2008-08-18T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:27:19.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Should All Have Leather Furniture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SKoDcfdff5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/kjAPcSWrkZQ/s1600-h/julie+knee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SKoDcfdff5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/kjAPcSWrkZQ/s320/julie+knee.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236001304788041618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet TBH (her name will remain annonymous, but she knows who she is), an English teacher from Texas. She was so excited about meeting this great guy and going on a few dates with him. She was a little worried he was not very into her because they had only kissed once. Since I am a female myself, I did understand her concern but also reassured her that he would not be hanging out with her every day possible if he did not like her. So, she comes to work one day with a rather disturbed look on her face. I instantly thought something had gone wrong with the new guy in her life, so I asked her what was up. She didn't say anything, just rolled up her jeans and showed me her knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response, "Ouch! What happened? Did you fall down or get a spider bite? What is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBH (responding with a huge grin on her face, "I got it while making out with K (the guy she thought didn't like her). We were sitting on the couch making out, for a while, and my knee started burning. Girl, I didn't care because he kisses really good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Well, I am glad it was worth it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, TBH came to work and informed that K is having leather furniture delivered today...and I am SURE she will be over there as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Learned: Don't make-out on fabric couches! I will let you guys know tomorrow if she gets any wounds from the leather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-6065982985776116073?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6065982985776116073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=6065982985776116073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/6065982985776116073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/6065982985776116073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-we-should-all-have-leather.html' title='Why We Should All Have Leather Furniture'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SKoDcfdff5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/kjAPcSWrkZQ/s72-c/julie+knee.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-8928822593769912996</id><published>2008-08-14T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:20:00.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SLlzJ0QYCRI/AAAAAAAAACY/6inaG_yVQ8s/s1600-h/Thursday+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SLlzJ0QYCRI/AAAAAAAAACY/6inaG_yVQ8s/s400/Thursday+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240346253905627410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen Reasons I am Excited School is about to Start:&lt;br /&gt;1. I won't have time to be bored (which results in eating for the fun of it)&lt;br /&gt;2. I will get to see my students from last year&lt;br /&gt;3. I will see some really good friends every day&lt;br /&gt;4. My classroom is going to be super cute&lt;br /&gt;5. I feel like i really know what I am doing this year (finally!!!)&lt;br /&gt;6. I will be more active&lt;br /&gt;7. I will get to spend time with regular ed. students when I coach&lt;br /&gt;8. Getting to know the new staff members&lt;br /&gt;9. Learning more about my students&lt;br /&gt;10. Watching my students succeed and grow&lt;br /&gt;11. Learning what to do in order for my students to be successful...and implement it through their daily work&lt;br /&gt;12. Trying to be the best teacher for my students&lt;br /&gt;13. I will have some great stories to tell (my students provide some great entertainment and laughs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-8928822593769912996?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8928822593769912996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=8928822593769912996' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/8928822593769912996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/8928822593769912996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SLlzJ0QYCRI/AAAAAAAAACY/6inaG_yVQ8s/s72-c/Thursday+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-4802244498406901698</id><published>2008-08-13T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:26:56.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>River Trip</title><content type='html'>As many Texans know, the Guadalupe River is a great place to go in order to escape the Texas heat by floating down the river, drinking a cold beverage. Last year, it often flooded and I was not able to make it to the river...I didn't want that to happen this year. So, we went on a family river trip!! We packed up and took off early Friday morning with the trailer in tow, and MANY beverages on ice! I made a special treat...let's call it 'M's Fruit Cocktail' which is fresh pineapple, apples, strawberries and peaches sliced and soaked in VODKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SKNC2tUnuMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GzfVaAHHhoA/s1600-h/river+fruit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234100699581102274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SKNC2tUnuMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GzfVaAHHhoA/s320/river+fruit.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we hung out in the river near our campsite, and decided we would float down the river Saturday. We chose to do a 7 hour trip, which is a long time to be in the sun drinking!! But, when you don't even have to move to go to the bathroom, why not enjoy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always bring a grapefruit bag along to throw our cans in so we don't litter. About halfway through the trip we stopped to empty the trash into recycling bins. By this time, we had quite a few empty beer cans. My mom, being the neat freak she is, went to the shore and had Zach and Joe throw her the empty cans. As I mentioned, we did all drink seeing as nobody had to drive or (this is more important to me)get up to pee. Since the cans were empty it was difficult for the guys to throw them to the shore. In order to add some weight to the cans, they filled them with a little water. GREAT IDEA, right?!?!?! Well, Joe threw a beautiful toss that had nice heigt and would be easy to catch. Mom had her hands above her head and it looked like it would be a great catch. But, the can slipped right between her fingers and smacked her in the nose. Joe quickly apologized but we thought it was just a small accident and mom shook it off. This is the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SKNE9BaxamI/AAAAAAAAABA/szF4kjk6H3I/s1600-h/mom+banged+up.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234103007078083170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SKNE9BaxamI/AAAAAAAAABA/szF4kjk6H3I/s320/mom+banged+up.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have a great weekend and mom had an awesome story to tell at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe flexing his awesome muscles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SKOXWPlP0aI/AAAAAAAAACA/XLZUv4mkQFM/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SKOXWPlP0aI/AAAAAAAAACA/XLZUv4mkQFM/s320/DSC00534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234193600330322338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and Zach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SKOXgxjGaKI/AAAAAAAAACI/zZWkurF45iI/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SKOXgxjGaKI/AAAAAAAAACI/zZWkurF45iI/s320/DSC00535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234193781246814370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-4802244498406901698?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4802244498406901698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=4802244498406901698' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/4802244498406901698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/4802244498406901698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/river-trip.html' title='River Trip'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SKNC2tUnuMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GzfVaAHHhoA/s72-c/river+fruit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859160380440954872.post-8756325070475720914</id><published>2008-08-11T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:45:56.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New at This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Welcome to my Blog! I am still very unsure of where this is going to lead...but I think I have some entertaining stories I just have to share. I am a Special Education teacher at a middle school (oh, the stories I could tell about that!) but I am going to use this space to share what happens in my regular life. It seems as though people place teachers in a category of pure innocence....you will soon learn this is not the case. Stay tuned for tales from the Family River Trip and what happens when you make-out too long on a cloth couch...yes, I do have a picture!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859160380440954872-8756325070475720914?l=msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8756325070475720914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=859160380440954872&amp;postID=8756325070475720914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/8756325070475720914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859160380440954872/posts/default/8756325070475720914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msmemorablemoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-at-this.html' title='New at This'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795280678698317116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L11ApIyUI0s/SoLOK_QhYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TygORyO2Ew/S220/campingtrip7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
