<?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-2654692000295124739</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:31:17.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-2675136682112467793</id><published>2010-09-21T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T13:57:12.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germs</title><content type='html'>So last week I was out to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt; with my husband and my son. The wait at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt; is always long and you make sure that are prepared to settle in for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I look around and there is a couple with three children. The two oldest had coloring books and things to do while the baby had grown restless. Before I know it the baby is crawling on the floor. I am a parent and I understand the need for little ones to stretch and move around. As I watched all that came to mind was all of the nasty germs on the floor from work boots, manure, bathroom floors, anyway you get my drift. I just wanted to go pick that cute little guy up and douse him with hand sanitizer! I still shudder at the thought of all of the nasty germs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-2675136682112467793?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2675136682112467793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=2675136682112467793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/2675136682112467793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/2675136682112467793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2010/09/germs.html' title='Germs'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-2634639889687761856</id><published>2010-07-26T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:04:00.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Family</title><content type='html'>There has been something bugging me so I figured if I blog about it I can get it out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;There are those of us who have  friends that are/or have been family.  These people now everything about you, things that are private and don't need to be shared.  The problem is that some of these people cannot seem to help but share everything they know and even answer questions that are directed to you!!!  Not only that but then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;contradict&lt;/span&gt; what you have just said!!!  Honestly I don't know how a relationship like this lasts but if you consider a family factor it is a much more delicate situation and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; me I am one to speak my mind so this has been very frustrating.  What to do?  I am not sure because anything that is said will be taken as an attack, what a mess but it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; needs to be resolved.  Ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-2634639889687761856?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2634639889687761856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=2634639889687761856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/2634639889687761856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/2634639889687761856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2010/07/friends-and-family.html' title='Friends and Family'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-6493549287710874720</id><published>2010-05-03T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:20:42.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>Recently there was an article about a young man who took his own life.  The article said that this was a man who struggles with mental illness all of his life - he was bipolar.  The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stigma&lt;/span&gt; of mental illness is so difficult for those who fit it everyday.  This young man had served an h&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;onorable&lt;/span&gt; mission and had a young family but lost his battle with the illness.  I know that I missed National Poetry month but here is an attempt at a poem for those who suffer with mental illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The battle I am told is not real,&lt;br /&gt;          I have fallen down the dark rabbit hole,&lt;br /&gt;          I crawl and I fight,&lt;br /&gt;          I struggle to find the light.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;          Here, take this pill and all will be well.&lt;br /&gt;          I don't want to roll out of bed,&lt;br /&gt;          I fight and struggle between my body and my head.&lt;br /&gt;          There is no light ahead, only the darkness lay before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I climb and I fight and search for the light&lt;br /&gt;           My view is not like others,&lt;br /&gt;           It is distorted, not bright.&lt;br /&gt;           I desire to find the beauty and light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I rise from bed to begin a new day,&lt;br /&gt;           "pull myself up from my bootstraps," or so they say.&lt;br /&gt;          I go through the day trying to find the happiness I so desperately seek,&lt;br /&gt;          searching faces and watching the joy that others can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I look forward to the day I will see what others see,&lt;br /&gt;          but as of today, I look but can not find what they see.&lt;br /&gt;          I crawl into bed and hope sleep arrives quickly to take the pain away,&lt;br /&gt;          I will wake again &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; and fight the battle of another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; not the best  thing I have ever written but it was rolling through my head so I thought I should write it down before it is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-6493549287710874720?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6493549287710874720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=6493549287710874720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6493549287710874720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6493549287710874720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2010/05/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-8178256310202250276</id><published>2010-04-11T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:24:26.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scouting Memories</title><content type='html'>Thursday the cutest scout ever came to my door and asked if I would buy a Scout Expo ticket.  At that moment I was flooded with scouting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; and become"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vaclumped&lt;/span&gt;" for a few seconds.  Of course I eagerly bought the ticket and after he left a wave of memories flooded over me of scouting for food, pack meeting, board of reviews, pinewood derbies and finally eagle court of honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am sure you can see I am not a newcomer to scouts as I think back to all of the jobs of wolf den leader, bear den leader, ward cub scout leader and district round table chair; I was even lucky &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;earn&lt;/span&gt; the District Award of Merit!!  Having gone threw scouting with my sons I know that this was a very rewarding and fun time of life where the creativity and energy was flowing and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; was there.  At the time I kept thinking "why don't they replace me?" and when this wish came I had to sit back and watch the program I loved struggle and next thing you know I was asking to help but not as a calling but just an outsider wanting to lend a hand.  I had to face the cold hard fact that once you are involved in scouts it is difficult to walk away but there are so many others that need to enjoy the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tinkering with a simple rectangle of wood and wheels to create that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fastest&lt;/span&gt; car on wheels!  The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;developing&lt;/span&gt; of the car, cutting, sanding, weights, painting and finally the all important graphite to send this once useless block of wood into a speeding derby car; what a rush!  My boys may not have had the fastest cars but they were theirs.  Jeff won third place one year and Patrick won best of show with his Nimbus 2000 (thank you Harry Potter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have boys in scouting - enjoy these years and pay close attention, you never know when the scouting program will decide to recruit you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-8178256310202250276?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8178256310202250276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=8178256310202250276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/8178256310202250276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/8178256310202250276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2010/04/scouting-memories.html' title='Scouting Memories'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-5154856547413070660</id><published>2010-01-20T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:45:09.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, Dance Baby</title><content type='html'>OK, so I know that I am a transplant to Utah but I have never seen so many dances packed into one school year.  you would think that by now I would have gotten used to all of the dances but my son is a senior and has two dances back to back!!  I know that they are at separate school's but the cost can be overwhelming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In good old Wyoming we had two formal dances and the rest were after a game or there was a dance called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MORP&lt;/span&gt;.  As I am sure that you have figured out is was prom spelled backwards so it would be similar to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sadies&lt;/span&gt;.  It was a fun dance and not a lot of pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dances where just that-an evening dance.  Here in Utah there has to be this huge all day date before the dance that evening.  I would think that there is a good possibility that you are tired of your date about half way through the evening date!!  The need to be super creative when asking and answering your date is also tremendous here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the economy the way it is who can spend the money for four dances (minimum).&lt;br /&gt;Tux        -      $45&lt;br /&gt;Flowers -      $20 and up&lt;br /&gt;Dinner   -      $50&lt;br /&gt;Ticket    -      $20 and up&lt;br /&gt;Pictures -      $20 for single&lt;br /&gt;                       $20 for group&lt;br /&gt;Day date-     $Free up to $50  (estimate from son)&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total $175.00 on up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is insane!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-5154856547413070660?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5154856547413070660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=5154856547413070660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/5154856547413070660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/5154856547413070660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2010/01/dance-dance-baby.html' title='Dance, Dance Baby'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-4979949354319440508</id><published>2010-01-13T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:04:01.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Weigh-in</title><content type='html'>I have decided to follow a friend's example and weigh in once a week to track my progress.  I am not a fan of resolutions because they are so easily broken but I do want to lose weight so I thought that this would be the easiest way to do it. &lt;br /&gt;I have a Wii and have not weighed myself out of fear of what it would be.  So, (drum roll please) my official weight is 1_ _.  Did you really think I would actually write it on a public domain?!?  I will say that I have lost seven pounds from a few months ago. &lt;br /&gt;My starting weight will be today's weight.  Hopefully I can shed 2 pounds a week.  I figure that is a simple enough goal for me.  My son J has challenged me to run a half-marathon but I know my limits so I have committed myself to a 5K in May and an Autism walk May 1st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-4979949354319440508?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4979949354319440508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=4979949354319440508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/4979949354319440508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/4979949354319440508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2010/01/wednesday-weigh-in.html' title='Wednesday Weigh-in'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-1766418276959994875</id><published>2010-01-05T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:53:46.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Grown Up!</title><content type='html'>Every kid who has turned 18 think they have grown up and don't need anyone-especially their parents!!  They know everything and can not be told anything.  So my sweet eighteen year old was just a little upset that I told him to be in at ten from his date so that he could go to bed since school began again today with a six a.m. morning.  Ten passes and by ten after in walks the "grown up boy."  There is no punishment just the reminder that he was late.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick comes home for lunch today and once again the topic of being late raises its ugly head and as usually the tired old excuse of "I am a grown up, I am eighteen" rears its ugly head.  Patrick leaves to return to school and maybe a minute later the front door opens and a humble little man walks in and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, do you have the extra key to my car, I locked my keys in the car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried very hard not to laugh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt; since grown ups can do this very thing but the timing was priceless.  I went to the bedroom and retrieved the extra key and brought it to him with a grin and giggle.  My response went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Here it is my grown up boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and I giggled and he recognized that there are still times when maybe he is not as grown up as he thinks.  I laughed for at least ten minutes after he left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-1766418276959994875?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1766418276959994875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=1766418276959994875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/1766418276959994875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/1766418276959994875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-grown-up.html' title='I&apos;m a Grown Up!'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-1840961615024517786</id><published>2009-12-16T07:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:26:10.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certifiable</title><content type='html'>Yes!  It has finally happened.  I have graduated from Dixie State College, completed my student teaching at Snow Canyon, and now I am certified to teach in the state of UTAH!!!  Well, I think there are 48 other states I can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;teaching&lt;/span&gt; with this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of paper.  How cool is this?  Oh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;, I don't know if there will be any jobs so that might put a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;damper&lt;/span&gt; on things but for now, YEA!!!  Congrats to the "pack", what an amazing group of ladies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-1840961615024517786?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1840961615024517786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=1840961615024517786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/1840961615024517786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/1840961615024517786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/12/certifiable.html' title='Certifiable'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-1513098645076389852</id><published>2009-08-28T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:41:28.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing First</title><content type='html'>My youngest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; to her first school dance last night.  The Middle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt; held a "back to school dance".  She was telling me how one of her friends mom's embarrassed the girl by saying "it's my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;baby's&lt;/span&gt; first dance, don't dance with any boys unless it is ### and then you have to dance with him, he is so cute."  After hearing this it was clear that making ANY statement close to this would be inappropriate for my daughter.  I smiled and reminded her that going to your first dance is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;milestone&lt;/span&gt; but I would not make a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say I have no pictures, nothing to show just a hug and a kiss followed by "have a great time and make good choices."  When she came home she thought it was the funnest dance ever and danced with boys as well as her girlfriends.  She talked about and was happy we didn't make a fuss.  This was when I finally let out "my babies first dance - I am glad it was fun for you."  That was all I ever said and because it was after the fact it was appreciated more.  Life is changing and there is nothing we can do to change it, just hang on and enjoy the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-1513098645076389852?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1513098645076389852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=1513098645076389852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/1513098645076389852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/1513098645076389852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/08/dancing-first.html' title='Dancing First'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-3261249627667752999</id><published>2009-08-28T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:33:58.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seniors</title><content type='html'>It is only the second week of school and already the seniors are having to order their announcements!  Okay, I don't know about anyone else but in my humble opinion that is NUTS!!!  Parents just paid for fees, AP classes, pictures, play fees and know announcements!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Senior year is expensive enough and I haven't set up an appointment for his senior pics.  Why you might ask?  I have  no idea how much that will cost either!   I love my child but this is crazy- the expense. I guess now you know why parents are smiling as the kid graduates; the food bill goes down, utilities go down (The T.V. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; always on), they pay for their own cell phone, no more "senior" expense &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt; in your checkbook - all is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-3261249627667752999?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3261249627667752999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=3261249627667752999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/3261249627667752999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/3261249627667752999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/08/seniors.html' title='Seniors'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-8824975149450972233</id><published>2009-08-16T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:39:25.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I love about my home town</title><content type='html'>1.  The smell of wet sagebrush after the rain.&lt;br /&gt;2.  The deer (mother and babies) crossing the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Rabbits chasing the birds in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Golfing and hitting the ball straight on the fairway and it lands in the middle of the antelope,   they do not fear golf ball or humans.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Four wheeling and riding horses at Fort Steel.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Playing games with family, we are NOT competitive at all.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Spending time with people that I love.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Watching the kids laugh and play with their grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scenery&lt;/span&gt; close by to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;10. Laughing and loving the people that mean the most in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-8824975149450972233?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8824975149450972233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=8824975149450972233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/8824975149450972233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/8824975149450972233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-love-about-my-home-town.html' title='Things I love about my home town'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-6069086803367961105</id><published>2009-08-16T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:31:52.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men and Shopping</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I found a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;; ten dollars in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kohl's&lt;/span&gt; cash but it had to be used by Saturday. My husband and I went to Kohl's to see if there was any superb thing we could get for our ten bucks.&lt;br /&gt;As I was looking in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;department&lt;/span&gt; I found myself in sale racks near the fitting rooms. A father and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;son were&lt;/span&gt; standing near the entry way, the boy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; be older than ten and was beginning to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;complain&lt;/span&gt; and whine about shopping. This very astute man explained to his son that "shopping means lots of looking; if we were going to buy something it would be called buying." The sister of the boy looked him in the eye and said, "you are so dumb." By the way this was a LITTLE sister of at least two to three years. I happened to look over at the father and he caught the smile on my face and turned away. This was a hilarious episode that I felt I had to share, I am still laughing with my husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-6069086803367961105?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6069086803367961105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=6069086803367961105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6069086803367961105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6069086803367961105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/08/men-and-shopping.html' title='Men and Shopping'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-6285067042963305162</id><published>2009-07-05T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:44:07.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Construction or Demolition?</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow we venture to Meadow for an "Extreme Bathroom Makeover" and the lucky contestant is Beth.  Tile saw, mud, 2x6's, molding and more are loaded and away we go.  Don't be too nervous, we know what we are doing - or do we???  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;construction&lt;/span&gt; skills are a little rusty but with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guidance&lt;/span&gt; of a skilled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;professional&lt;/span&gt; all will be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-6285067042963305162?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6285067042963305162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=6285067042963305162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6285067042963305162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6285067042963305162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/07/construction-or-demolition.html' title='Construction or Demolition?'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-7700044281075795803</id><published>2009-06-12T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:49:54.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney, a Dream Vacation</title><content type='html'>Vacation, yes that is what we need.  My hubby and I eagerly packed our bags and off we went on an adventure.  Disneyland is a magical kingdom.  When we arrived in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;evening&lt;/span&gt; we were just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in time&lt;/span&gt; for the fireworks and when all the exhausted parents and children left for the day, all of the rides we were able to "walk" on to.  It was a miracle!  No lines after ten!  We had no children so there was no crying, pouting, complaining, etc., I am sure you are getting the picture.  By the time we made it back to the hotel we were fast asleep when our heads hit the pillow.&lt;br /&gt; We had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;leisurely&lt;/span&gt; day in the park the next day.  We smiled and sometimes snickered and the frustrated parents and children.  My hubby told me Disneyland is a magical treat with children but needs to be experienced without them also and I completely agree.  We even went to a character breakfast!!  Thank you Disney for making our dream come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-7700044281075795803?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7700044281075795803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=7700044281075795803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/7700044281075795803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/7700044281075795803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/06/disney-dream-vacation.html' title='Disney, a Dream Vacation'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-8387228527023214818</id><published>2009-06-02T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:10:28.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reduce, Reuse, and Recycle</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this is a slogan we hear over and over again.  Our family decided to take a proactive stance on the challenge of helping the environment.  If something is not being used, we turn it off.  We do not waste water while brushing our teeth; we have planted a garden for the first time and we recycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be saying, so what, recycling is no big deal.  We have trained our children to recycle everything and this becomes shall we say . . .messy.  so messy in fact that we purchased storage containers to act as recycling bins and placed them in our garage for plastics, paper and aluminum.  now thing won't be messy but efficient.  Think again.  The newspapers and magazines are set on top of the dryer for a week and then, are taken out to the bin in the garage.  Plastics, cardboard and pop cans are left on the counter until someone takes them to the proper bin in the garage-this job usually falls to me.  I have the recyclable bags for grocery shopping and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clutter from recycling is now in the garage no matter how organized you think you have made yourself (refer to the "bins") it is nearly impossible to be tidy.  We took a months worth of recyclables up to the bins at the Albertson's parking lot and much to my surprise was a sign that read "Do not leave your Cardboard, it ill not be picked up".  ARE YOU KIDDING ME!  So we had a few large deliveries that came in cardboard boxes and rather than send it to the dump we opted to recycle them  only to find out that it would not be taken!  Well, I left them anyway.  I figure if people are encouraged to recycle and this is where you are told to drop off your stuff then everything should be accepted.  My garage will continue to be cluttered but we will continue the three R's at our house - just not recycle cardboard whatever you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-8387228527023214818?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8387228527023214818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=8387228527023214818' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/8387228527023214818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/8387228527023214818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/06/reduce-reuse-and-recycle.html' title='Reduce, Reuse, and Recycle'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-4599167764632577913</id><published>2009-06-02T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:12:27.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>I am so sick of the background that I have and have no idea how to chage it.  I need serious help from all of you "bloggers" out there.  I just want a background that reflects my personality and Christmas is getting old.  Any help will be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-4599167764632577913?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4599167764632577913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=4599167764632577913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/4599167764632577913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/4599167764632577913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/06/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-1040542315443301095</id><published>2009-06-02T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:08:10.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing School?</title><content type='html'>So I have passed by the college several times since graduation and believe it or not, I have missed the work, the knowledge and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;camaraderie&lt;/span&gt; going to class creates.  Yesterday I went to pick up a copy of the Quill and the McDonald building was empty, almost ghost like.  It made me a little sad and wondering if I h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ave&lt;/span&gt; gone insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Beth had her birthday party and I was reunited with friends as we enjoyed a "frigate" pizza.  I thought to myself-this is what I think I am missing, along with stimulating academic conversation of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-1040542315443301095?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1040542315443301095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=1040542315443301095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/1040542315443301095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/1040542315443301095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-school.html' title='Missing School?'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-1547928031453651252</id><published>2009-05-31T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:51:12.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>It has been one month since I graduated from Dixie State College.   As I have thought about this accomplishment there are some special people in my life who deserve recognition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My fabulous husband- friend, and support system.  I could never do anything, and I mean anything without him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My children - All six children, wait, I have four married children which will give me ten children.  Oh, yea, don't forget the wonderful grandchildren that I could not go and visit easily because of homework and classes.  These people have given a ton of support and cheering me on as I traveled this journey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents, both sets.  They have encouraged, cheered and pushed me along when it was easier to give up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My close friends- YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!  The many classes and hours of blood, sweat and tears.  The people I can call in a pinch and have them proof a paper or ten!  The frustration the help and the &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;.  I would have been lost without you.  I look forward to a long lasting friendship and many more fun times.  Thank you , thank you , and THANK YOU.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-1547928031453651252?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1547928031453651252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=1547928031453651252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/1547928031453651252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/1547928031453651252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-2493557600972837739</id><published>2009-05-14T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:38:02.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ladies in My Life</title><content type='html'>No cooking, no cleaning and a relaxing day.  This was a great day!  I heard from all 6 of the kids and my husband cooked the best steak dinner, YUM.&lt;br /&gt;Sacrament meeting brought a tear or two to my eyes as I thought about the women in my life and the examples that they have been.  I had the absolute BEST grandma in the world-Grandma Dixon.&lt;br /&gt;When I would visit she always had a candy drawer and it was a special treat to get candy at her house, it tasted better than anywhere else that you could get candy.  She also had only one extra room and two hide-a-beds.  When she would have me sleep in that room in the single bed, it was like it was made for me.  If I didn't like what was fir dinner and my dad sent me away from the table hungry, Grandma always made me a bowl of rice with butter and salt - nobody made it better than my grandma.  We went on trips together and I loved being with her.  My favorite trip was to Hawaii.  Grandma died when I was ten and I have missed her in my life but I try to be like her, if that is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom:&lt;br /&gt;I could not ask for a better mother, she has been patient when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; didn't deserve it and loving no matter what.  As a child I was not difficult, it was when the teenage years hit that the "fun" began.  My dad always said that one girl was harder to raise than the 5 boys - some days I agree.  Mom has given me advice over the years and we survived those awful teenage years.  She encourages me in everything that I do.  When it came to education my mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; o see me compete my education, there was nothing more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; to her.  May 1 she and my dad were in the stand watching my graduation and I was thrilled that they could be there for that event. &lt;br /&gt;I owe so much to these ladies in my life, I wouldn't be who I am today without them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-2493557600972837739?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2493557600972837739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=2493557600972837739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/2493557600972837739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/2493557600972837739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/05/ladies-in-my-life.html' title='The Ladies in My Life'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-5382935603513579405</id><published>2009-05-14T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:21:54.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I am beginning my catch up phase.  I have had so many things to post about but note the time to do it so if my dates and post look strange - I am playing catch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-5382935603513579405?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5382935603513579405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=5382935603513579405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/5382935603513579405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/5382935603513579405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-8949211115624956560</id><published>2009-05-14T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:13:20.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers</title><content type='html'>There are so many mothers in the world.  Grand mothers, Great grand mothers, Step mothers, new mothers, mothers in general.  To all of the mothers out there - I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;solute&lt;/span&gt; you!  There is no job more difficult and yet more rewarding.  I know that things can be hard and you want to sit down and cry or scream out in frustration but hang in there, it is all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought about the kids that I have and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; there is no greater joy (and frustration) in my life - I love all six and each have their own personalities and quirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you mothers smile big because you have your own special day and children who love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-8949211115624956560?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8949211115624956560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=8949211115624956560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/8949211115624956560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/8949211115624956560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers.html' title='Mothers'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-379914756042261018</id><published>2009-04-27T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:55:33.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds of Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feet shuffling, text  book pages flipping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pens scratching, keyboards clicking and clacking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sighs of frustration, the pounding of heads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pencil lead breaking and paper being shred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, the scratching and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;turning&lt;/span&gt; of Blue Book pages,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deep sighs of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt; and laughter fills the air,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finals are over, let commencement begin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-379914756042261018?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/379914756042261018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=379914756042261018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/379914756042261018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/379914756042261018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/04/sounds-of-finals.html' title='Sounds of Finals'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-8774056800109878788</id><published>2009-03-22T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:43:05.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughter the Princess</title><content type='html'>Finally, after many years my thirteen year old daughter decided it is acceptable to be a princess.  When Peanut was little we took her to Disneyland for the first time at the tender age of five.  She was shy about having any of the characters sign her autograph book and when she met Cinderella, Cinderella asked her if she was a Princess and Peanut answered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; a resounding "NO!"  The shock and embarrassment has never left us.  I wondered that day if Cinderella thought Peanut came from an abusive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now eight years later P made a choice to stand in line for an hour and a half to get autographs from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mulan&lt;/span&gt;, Jasmine and Ariel.  She wanted to get the autographs for her little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; and nephew as much as for herself.  Finally, she has decided that it is okay to be a Princess.&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland is a magical place where all people get to be a kid again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-8774056800109878788?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8774056800109878788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=8774056800109878788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/8774056800109878788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/8774056800109878788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-daughter-princess.html' title='My Daughter the Princess'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-6532140594984102876</id><published>2009-03-21T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:56:14.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distress</title><content type='html'>The day of our midterm in Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sabey's&lt;/span&gt; class everyone had been up all night studying for this test, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;completing&lt;/span&gt; the unit plan due for Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Glodhardt&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;design&lt;/span&gt; for instruction in  our other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Goldhardt&lt;/span&gt; class.  I made it to the last class of the day when out of nowhere water began to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stream&lt;/span&gt; from my eyes.  What the heck - they were tears and they would not stop.  For anyone who is not aware - I AM NOT A CRIER!!!!  This was very upsetting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; if I do cry I do it in private NOT public.  I think that it can be said that this is the absolute worst semester. . . well, except for last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;semester&lt;/span&gt; (I think, we'll see).  The end is in sight and I will survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-6532140594984102876?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6532140594984102876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=6532140594984102876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6532140594984102876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6532140594984102876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/03/distress.html' title='Distress'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-4113632491934718218</id><published>2009-03-21T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:50:46.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Princess</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness for Spring Break!!!  I now that everyone will agree when I say "Boy, I needed that."  Nothing like a break from school to refresh the soul, body and mind.  I know how much Prof. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kauer&lt;/span&gt; loves the Disney Princess thing so I made sure to bring back a few princess pens for note taking!!!  I know, I just like to make trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-4113632491934718218?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4113632491934718218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=4113632491934718218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/4113632491934718218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/4113632491934718218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/03/disney-princess.html' title='Disney Princess'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-8670778096831244233</id><published>2009-03-06T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:36:53.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Husband in the World</title><content type='html'>Keith &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oberman&lt;/span&gt; has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;episode&lt;/span&gt; (sorry, I can't think of a better word for it, its 5 a.m.) that he calls "worst person in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wooorld&lt;/span&gt;" so this post goes out to the best husband a girl could ever have.  Life is crazy in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; - I know that you all will agree.  I have been coming home tired and the thought of housework &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;overwhelms&lt;/span&gt; me.  The last couple of weeks my super awesome hubby has taken it upon himself to make life easier for me and is deep cleaning the house - one room at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking on this project has required moving furniture, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scrubbing&lt;/span&gt; floors and windows and the window sills, alot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shall&lt;/span&gt; we say, "Icky" stuff has been found; especially in the kids rooms.  My house is now clean with the exception of the kitchen since that is my domain I told him I would take care of that this weekend since he has done so much.  I love this man with all my heart and he deserves to have his own post.  Sorry girls, this man is all mine and tomorrow he is painting a wall in Meghan's room just because she wanted a little more color in her life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-8670778096831244233?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8670778096831244233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=8670778096831244233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/8670778096831244233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/8670778096831244233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-husband-in-world.html' title='Best Husband in the World'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-1682193803940224967</id><published>2009-02-20T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:50:26.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget to Breathe</title><content type='html'>I have a funny feeling that this will be a very LONG semester.  Every time I turn around there is a reading or another assignment that I have forgotten or put off to the last minute because of other assignments.  Will I ever get ahead??  I wonder.  I am sure that all of the work will be with it in the end. &lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I laughed until I cried in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Goldhardt's&lt;/span&gt; class - I never do this but I did make a fool out of myself.  He was talking about teachers being "Aloof"  and asked what does that mean?  Kathy turned to me and said a thing you wash with and no matter how hard I tried I could not stop laughing even after she moved to another table!!  Yes, I felt like a fool but I was exhausted from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kauer's&lt;/span&gt; presentation assignment and sometimes, you just have to laugh 'til you cry!  ;')&lt;br /&gt;remember the wise words of Faith Hill - "breathe just breathe"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-1682193803940224967?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1682193803940224967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=1682193803940224967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/1682193803940224967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/1682193803940224967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-forget-to-breathe.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget to Breathe'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-379017280609929043</id><published>2009-02-17T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T04:59:06.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>It is so sad to see the weekend  come to a close - I live for three day weekends.  No, I am not caught up with all of my classes but it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rejuvenating&lt;/span&gt; to have that extra day.  I can't explain it, but I feel refreshed and can face the week ahead.  Thank goodness for three day weekends, they make a nice short four day week:^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-379017280609929043?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/379017280609929043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=379017280609929043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/379017280609929043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/379017280609929043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-day-weekend.html' title='Three Day Weekend'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-748165662482674682</id><published>2009-02-10T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:35:49.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear is in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; is here and fear is in the air, yes, I said fear!  School is in full swing and midterm are around the corner not to mention all of the millions of projects that remind us  - each teacher think that their class is the only class you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;taking&lt;/span&gt;.  Oh what silly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fools&lt;/span&gt; we are to be in school and working our tails off.  Yes, the idea that "not much longer" should give relief and yet it is not helping.  What is a person to do when feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt;?  I have no clue so any help or advise I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;willing&lt;/span&gt; to accept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-748165662482674682?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/748165662482674682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=748165662482674682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/748165662482674682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/748165662482674682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/02/fear-is-in-air.html' title='Fear is in the air'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-4204483908505306471</id><published>2009-01-19T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:05:31.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three day weekend</title><content type='html'>It is a beautiful day here in St. George today.  I enjoyed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt; with the jacket or sweatshirt!  This is a very rare day indeed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;considering&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freezing&lt;/span&gt; temperatures lately.  I love that this has been a three day weekend and I am feeling very sad knowing that I have to go back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;:^(&lt;br /&gt;No new news about the practicum teacher.  Nancy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hauck&lt;/span&gt; I guess hasn't done anything to change me so  I will be headed to Dixie Middle in the morning but at least I have a few more hours to enjoy the rest of the break and do a little homework for the rest of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-4204483908505306471?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4204483908505306471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=4204483908505306471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/4204483908505306471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/4204483908505306471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-day-weekend.html' title='Three day weekend'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-1368918870849604129</id><published>2009-01-16T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:11:26.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What a fabulous word.  I think that this is a word that bring music to my hears and a song to my heart!!  So, today I filled out all of the paper work so that I can "walk" in the Spring.  I am so happy I can hardly stand it.  Now the question becomes, "do you want tassels or a sash with that?"   Just thought I could stop and write about an exciting, happy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;joyous&lt;/span&gt; thing after reading my post about the awful teaching experience.  I am hopeful that I can join Janna and be her partner for the practicum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-1368918870849604129?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1368918870849604129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=1368918870849604129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/1368918870849604129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/1368918870849604129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/01/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-8307053167274037539</id><published>2009-01-13T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:27:00.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>Wow, another semester and many more text books.  I am already bored with the homework.  I guess it could be the terribly boring day that I spent as an "observer" in the classroom that i will be spending the semester in.  I clearly do not have a name since I was not introduced to the classes, just referred to as "she".  When asked about the lady in the back of the room, instead of introducing me to students, The teacher proceeded to tell the class..."she is a student from Dixie and will be observing in our classroom.  She is going to be a teacher someday".  One student said "Do you know my mom, she is head of the dental hygiene program?"  Before I could respond, said teacher responded for me saying, ___she is going to school to be a teacher, not a hygienist so don't be silly, she does not know your mother."  So please, let me introduce myself to you- my name is SHE.  I guess that is a step above having no name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-8307053167274037539?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8307053167274037539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=8307053167274037539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/8307053167274037539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/8307053167274037539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/01/she.html' title='She'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-7291087813446706164</id><published>2009-01-08T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:45:52.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the food!?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I like the Education department but. . . I have decided that the English department has their act together. When you ask a professor "will there be food at this ridiculously long (5 hours) orientation?" Which by the way was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mandatory&lt;/span&gt;, I would expect that after answering in the affirmative - the professor would make sure that there actually was FOOD. I am sorry but at 7:45 a.m. many of us would have eaten or brought food if we would have known that there wasn't any being provided. The English department ALWAYS make sure that if they say they will do something it gets done and it is not &lt;em&gt;assumed&lt;/em&gt; that someone will take care of the problem. Don't ever believe a word Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Goldhardt&lt;/span&gt; (or the education department) say when they promise food girls. As the boy scout of America would say - BE PREPARED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-7291087813446706164?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7291087813446706164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=7291087813446706164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/7291087813446706164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/7291087813446706164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-is-food.html' title='Where is the food!?'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-4236147076660737641</id><published>2009-01-07T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T05:41:08.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>The Christmas decorations are down, New Years Eve has passed, 2009 is here.  I was thinking about all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;resolutions&lt;/span&gt; that I could make but I know that i would eventually break.  That being stated - I have decided to make simple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;resolutions&lt;/span&gt; that will not destroy my self esteem if I can not keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat better and exercise more.  I always say "loose weight" and I always feel like a failure, I start of good and then the weight creeps back on.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Keep up on the mounting and scary homework.  Yes, this is something that is a necessary task and I feel that I can do.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Quality time with the family.  This is so difficult to do when you are in school (as most of you know) but it is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are simple and you may ask why bother making them at all?  So that i can feel like I am accomplishing my goals.&lt;br /&gt;That being said - good luck at keeping those resolutions - I already broke one - I was 45 hours caffeine free and drank 4 ounces of diet coke (not too healthy) but I guess I can have one coke a day and still be healthy:^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-4236147076660737641?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4236147076660737641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=4236147076660737641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/4236147076660737641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/4236147076660737641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-6573715655313328438</id><published>2008-12-23T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:03:11.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas just isn't the same this year</title><content type='html'>I think it might be because the semester was so long and I feel like I missed out on the planning, the joy and the fun of December and Christmas.  I haven't found the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; and fun for this holiday yet.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I think I have planned something that will bring the joy of Christmas into my life I am foiled at every turn.  Too many things to do and not enough of the joy is the problem.  I think that today I will try to focus on the true meaning of Christmas and leave the hectic worldly stuff behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your Christmas and I will talk to you soon!!!  If you have any tips on how to relax and enjoy please pass them on - I am open to suggestions:^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-6573715655313328438?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6573715655313328438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=6573715655313328438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6573715655313328438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6573715655313328438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-just-isnt-same-this-year.html' title='Christmas just isn&apos;t the same this year'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-6804469495774478552</id><published>2008-12-21T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:53:44.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Times</title><content type='html'>So it is December 21 and I have enjoyed three days of freedom. I can't believe it snowed on the 18th of this month and the kids ended up with a snow day! I was hoping for a snow day for me so I wouldn't have to do my last final but thankfully that is all behind me. I think this break is going to go by way to fast but I am bound and determined to enjoy every second of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-6804469495774478552?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6804469495774478552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=6804469495774478552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6804469495774478552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6804469495774478552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2008/12/haooy-times.html' title='Happy Times'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-6784222358189672941</id><published>2008-12-19T08:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:29:23.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Semester Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day, I have a wonderful feeling, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everythings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' my way.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I can&lt;/span&gt; not take credit for the words (they come from a song that I cannot remember the words to at the moment) but the feeling a sentiment behind them depict how I feel today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How great it is to know that as of today i can continue to enjoy life once more and I can finally celebrate this wonderful time of year.  The Christmas cards can finally go out, the baking will begin, traditions of looking at lights will commence and I vow I will enjoy my break.  I know that my family is looking forward to this person just described and not the crazy, frustrated and angry woman that has been residing here for the last few weeks!  It is going to be a "beautiful day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Did I have to site the song I used?  If not I am in big trouble!!  ha, ha, ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-6784222358189672941?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6784222358189672941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=6784222358189672941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6784222358189672941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6784222358189672941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2008/12/fall-semester-ends.html' title='Fall Semester Ends'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-6704989175306366854</id><published>2008-12-18T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:24:28.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google it</title><content type='html'>In a few hours I will be free of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;craziness&lt;/span&gt; that is finals week.  Soon it will time to bake, watch Christmas movies and enjoy my family.  These are things that have not been an option.  The kids have a snow day and I don't get to build snowmen with them.  Perhaps at 4 p.m.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy end to finals week to all and fun break for you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-6704989175306366854?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6704989175306366854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=6704989175306366854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6704989175306366854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6704989175306366854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2008/12/google-it.html' title='Google it'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-2835815678309801055</id><published>2008-12-17T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:22:13.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professor of my Nightmares</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is a true story!!!&lt;br /&gt;For the final please create an e-portfolio that I have not shown you how to do AND make sure that you include rationales for the four artifacts that you create AND oh, by the way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; I forget to mention that you can ONLY USE GOOGLE SITES!!!!!!!  this is of course the night before the final is due AND each artifact is worth 25 points.  Do well on this or kiss your grade good bye!!  Thanks a ton Professor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; feeling and hearing the anger as it oozes through the words used in this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-2835815678309801055?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2835815678309801055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=2835815678309801055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/2835815678309801055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/2835815678309801055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2008/12/professor-of-my-nightmares.html' title='Professor of my Nightmares'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-8977523530703518976</id><published>2008-12-16T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:11:20.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Insanity</title><content type='html'>Yes, insanity is the proper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accurate&lt;/span&gt; word of the day.  I still have an essay to write for creative writing final today and do you think that I have done it?  The answer is of course a resounding NO. Have I studied for the three finals I have tomorrow?  Again the answer is NO.  What is wrong with me?  My final grade depends on this last unit of measurement and I haven't gotten it done.  I think this is the part where I can safely say that I have lost my mind - INSANITY.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is officially time to complete the projects for the day!!!  I bid you a found farewell and good luck to all of you this glorious finals week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-8977523530703518976?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8977523530703518976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=8977523530703518976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/8977523530703518976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/8977523530703518976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals-insanity.html' title='Finals Insanity'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-9167035234336039357</id><published>2008-12-15T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:52:32.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>So what do you get when you put burnt out english majors in a room?  A party!! Yes - we are all getting ready for finals but the need do blow off some steam is necessary to continue.  We had a party and fun was had by all (at least that is what I was told).  Jason introduced us to a new game, Jana taught me "speed srabble" which makes the game go faster and is fun-that's why of course the name of the game has the word SPEED in it.  Kathy and John taught me a different way to play ROOK.  Sorry guys, it is super difficult to imagine  ROOK with no ones!!!  What would the world be like with no ones?  Not pretty my friends - ROOK called and it wants its ones back!!!!!!  Funny that no one would take the book "Work and the Glory."  Is there anyone who can comment on that?  Lots of laughs were had and if you wern't there - your square.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-9167035234336039357?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/9167035234336039357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=9167035234336039357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/9167035234336039357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/9167035234336039357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2008/12/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-6851192427309822436</id><published>2008-12-11T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:09:11.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here I am in the "technology " class that I love to go to every thursday(not!).  It has been such a waste of time, energy and moneybut, I will jump throught the hoops that are set before me to teach.  Finals are looming and I am so excited to compete the tasks at hand to move on with my life.  I have several books sitting at the end of my bed waiting to be read - and I plan on enjoying them!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-6851192427309822436?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6851192427309822436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=6851192427309822436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6851192427309822436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/6851192427309822436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-here-i-am-in-technology-class-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-761704573785329537</id><published>2008-12-09T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:16:47.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok...so here I am again avoiding homwork and playing with my new blog.  I will get better at posting.  Dinner theatre is always a fun experience.  P's play was fun and entertaining last night with a cast of several "women."  That boy is one lucky guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-761704573785329537?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/761704573785329537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=761704573785329537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/761704573785329537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/761704573785329537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654692000295124739.post-4132694059480360021</id><published>2008-12-04T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:59:16.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class time fun</title><content type='html'>I am now so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;technologically&lt;/span&gt; advanced I have now learned to create a blog - check that out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2654692000295124739-4132694059480360021?l=funindixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4132694059480360021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2654692000295124739&amp;postID=4132694059480360021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/4132694059480360021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2654692000295124739/posts/default/4132694059480360021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindixie.blogspot.com/2008/12/class-time-fun.html' title='Class time fun'/><author><name>Fun times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984910018282273164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umBMyH6hvr0/S1Inv9a-IrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZ6zoR4gENk/S220/Imported+Photos+01392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
