<?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-9137507336156350252</id><updated>2012-01-25T18:20:09.632-06:00</updated><category term='Birthday Weekend'/><category term='favorite shows'/><category term='Cancer'/><category term='Not Me Monday'/><category term='Old School'/><category term='Ugh'/><category term='Rob Pattinson'/><category term='treats'/><category term='Signature Scent'/><category term='Manners'/><category term='Pudding'/><category term='Olahoma'/><category term='pop corn balls'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Field Trip'/><category term='OU Texas'/><category term='hot pickles'/><category term='Swap'/><category term='snack'/><category term='Tom Cruise'/><category term='Obsession'/><category term='job'/><category term='90210'/><category term='Louis Vuitton'/><category term='Talking to God. 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Its Becky!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-1002968867498470155</id><published>2010-01-18T13:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:06:38.269-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy Love'/><title type='text'>Today I am at work...</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in my office here at school. I think we might be the only school in the area that is at work today.. It does not bother me to be at work though. If I were at home, more than likely I would be just laying around not getting much done. That is what I tend to do on days off. Sure I have big plans to clean out the back closet, organize the kitchen cabinets, or to clean out my car..but that never happens.. I usually finish or start a book, clear off the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;, or read blogs and before I know it the work day would have already been over..then I find myself thinking, where did the day go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My students are napping. I can hear the faint hum of lullabies, I can hear my aid turning the pages of her book as she watches over them, and I can hear my other aid loading the backpacks for the day.  It is peaceful in my building from 1:30 - 2:30. All 24 of my students are nappers. It is so cute to see them cuddled up on their mats. Laid out on the floor racing to see who will fall asleep the fastest. The lights are dimmed and the music is turned on, barely audible above the breathing of all 24 kiddos. It is not long before each one of them slip off into dream land..the sweet innocent students whom I wish I could keep innocent forever. I often think, what will these children be when they grow up, what things will they have to endure? What will they know that I didn't? What will they face? Will they be loved and return love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think? Did I do enough? Hug them enough? Tell them how special they are enough? Will they remember me? How much impact does a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K teacher have on ones life... I am not sure how much I will affect their future, but I know I can affect their present! I didn't go into teaching for someone to pat me on the back. I did it because I wanted to make the difference in the lives of children..I want children leaving my room, smiling, laughing, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believing&lt;/span&gt; they can achieve anything. I want children to leave my room, knowing their manners, loving their friends, their families, America. I want my students to leave my room &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eager&lt;/span&gt; to learn more. I want them to be explorers, ask questions to be leaders, to be fearless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peaceful quite time in my room is about to end. It is almost time, to turn up the lights and wake them from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; afternoon naps. Some will already be awake, some will have to ease into it. Some cry, because they need just a little more time..and others are up and raring to go. Ready for snack. Ready to play! The quiet time is gone and now the room is full of life.  Full of questions, singing, dancing, laughter. And it's exactly where I want to be.. right in the midst of it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really have a plan for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; blog.. but as I mentioned earlier- I am at work. And all day long today I have heard- (from staff, teachers, and older students) WHY ARE WE HERE? I CAN'T BELIEVE WE HAVE TO WORK! OTHER SCHOOLS ARE OUT... and it made me sad. Because, well I want to be here! I want to be with my students. I want to take advantage of every oppertunity to make a difference in the life of each of my students!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-1002968867498470155?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/1002968867498470155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=1002968867498470155' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/1002968867498470155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/1002968867498470155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-i-am-at-work.html' title='Today I am at work...'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-6498116606248229310</id><published>2010-01-14T23:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:12:38.417-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Dane'/><title type='text'>Why don't you reconnect with...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Facebook! I probably visit that site, online and on my phone more times then I would like to admit-but the other day something caught my eye. As I was looking @ the status updates-a picture on the right side of my screen popped up and the words read..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why don't you reconnect with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why it bothered me, but it really did. You see the person it said that I should reconnect with died this past November. She was a lady that I had known the majority of my life. Hmm, how should I explain her. I think everyone has this type of person in their life.. but I don't want my description of her to come across as rude or ill mannered.. but she was..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matter of Fact, Bossy, Take Charge, Said what was on her mind, Not tactful, Always right, Take Notes, make list, joiner of everything.. but she was also the one people called on when they needed something. She was the one who would show up when no one else would. So while, she could quickly get on your nerves you loved her because you knew she meant well...because on top of being all those other things she was kind to those who needed it, she reached out to those no one else would, and she was a figther. She fought for what she believed in and fought for her life.. while in the end she lost the battle here on earth.. I know she won the ultimate battle, an eternity in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I bet some of you are wondering. Did I click on the link to reconnect with her? I did- and you wouldn't believe what I found there... It was comment after comment of how much people missed her, and how much she meant in their lives.. the comments went on and on.. and as I read everyone of them- I thought, Did these people tell her these things while she was alive here on this earth? Because, while the comments are beautiful and kind.. and even heartwarming she never got to hear them. I have always heard people say- let people know how much you love them because you never know..when your time may come..but having facebook write it out for me-just made it all seem more real- and reading all of those comments just validated the fact that yes, I do need to reconnect with a lot of people and I need to let these people know how much they have impacted my life. I need to love a little harder, a little longer, and a little louder each and everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow- My last few post have been kinda DEEP and well.. most the time.. I am so not even like that : ) so just to lighten the mood before you click on over to another page... Did any of you happen to see my husband (on Grey's Anatomy) last night ? Hubba Hubba : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S1ACZ6zQmxI/AAAAAAAAAw4/GdxooKyBsEw/s320/eric-dane-beard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-6498116606248229310?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/6498116606248229310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=6498116606248229310' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/6498116606248229310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/6498116606248229310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-dont-you-reconnect-with.html' title='Why don&apos;t you reconnect with...'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S1ACZ6zQmxI/AAAAAAAAAw4/GdxooKyBsEw/s72-c/eric-dane-beard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-1814147452785066754</id><published>2010-01-12T00:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:35:12.796-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Over heard conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Love'/><title type='text'>Heartbroken @ Pizza Hut</title><content type='html'>On Sunday evening after church my mother and I went to pizza hut for a late supper. We were 2 of the four customers in the dining area.  The waitress, a 20 something cute girl-was carrying on a conversation with someone across the restaurant. The lady was paying out.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went a little something like this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress- Are you still with that one guy?&lt;br /&gt;Paying Out-Oh, yeah-Mike? We got back together- UHHgain.&lt;br /&gt;Waitress- Good, is that his baby you are carrying?&lt;br /&gt;Paying out- Oh- I am not sure.. But it is either his or Jakes, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Waitress-Well good. I am glad things are working out for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Paying out- Yes, things are  okay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and I just looked at each other.  For one, they didn’t care who heard the conversation and for two, it seemed like they were perfectly fine not knowing who the baby daddy was.. The longer I sat there.. the more saddened I became…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I didn’t have the right to be sad, maybe I was being judgmental, I don’t know.. but all I know was it made me sad. It made me want to fix all that was wrong in the world. It made me want to reach out and talk to young ladies about self-worth and the importance of not sleeping with whomever you’re with at the time.. It made me wonder was she ever taught these things in the first place.. or did bad choices lead her down a road far from what she knew was right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what broke my heart the most.. was it appeared to be no big deal to either girl. No big deal that a baby was about to be brought into this world..not knowing who the Dad was.. a sweet innocent baby- I am sure it will bring joy-but at the same time heartache. Someone will have to hear.. I am sorry you are not the daddy.. or the girl may have to hear.. I don’t care if I am the dad or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had to make myself stop thinking about it.. because, in truth- I will never know and honestly it is probably not for me to know.. but I do know.. that I prayed for that girl. I prayed that she would find the love that she was searching for.. and I prayed for that baby.. that he/she would be surrounded with love.. and I prayed for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please give me a heart for people. Give me wisdom to know who and how to reach out to them. Help me not to pour out judgment on others.. but to pour out your Love..You constant Unfailing- LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-1814147452785066754?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/1814147452785066754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=1814147452785066754' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/1814147452785066754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/1814147452785066754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2010/01/heartbroken-pizza-hut.html' title='Heartbroken @ Pizza Hut'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-5529097620809946236</id><published>2010-01-11T11:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:10:35.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did not spend all of Saturday in my PJ's, get up shower, go to a movie, and then come back home and put my pj's back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not call my friends over to play The New Super Mario Bro's Wii into wee hours of the night... and we certainly are not in our 30's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not stuck on level 6! I am not thinking about calling some kids over to play with us.. just to get past that stinking level...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday afternoon I did not try to clear off the DVR before American Idol, Greys, and Private Practice start back.. One episode did not turn me into an emotional mess. The thought of that episode did not just bring tears to my eyes as I am writing this... (Private Practice-The House Blew Up, Someone Died, All is Sad-Yeah that one.. : ( )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not addicted to Words With Friends on my itouch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not wait until this morning to get my lesson plans together. I am always totally prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart did not melt when one of my students told me two days was to long not to see me. Okay- so that was totally me! How sweet is that? I just love my class this yearl. They are so sweet and so eagar to learn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-5529097620809946236?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/5529097620809946236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=5529097620809946236' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/5529097620809946236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/5529097620809946236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-me-monday_11.html' title='Not Me Monday!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-625340816507506463</id><published>2010-01-09T14:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T14:44:20.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.showmyface.com/search/label/6WS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp35/showmyface/guts/6wsButton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WINTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-625340816507506463?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/625340816507506463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=625340816507506463' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/625340816507506463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/625340816507506463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-i-am-so-over-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp35/showmyface/guts/th_6wsButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-4386973120366863138</id><published>2010-01-07T08:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T08:34:21.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; On this cold cold day....I am challenging myself to...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424004006149611394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S0Xu5-7X34I/AAAAAAAAAwY/PguB-fQgDQc/s320/boy-breath-cold_article.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To WARM the hearts of those around me....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424005060033200738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S0Xv3U8zQmI/AAAAAAAAAwg/bVFash1-5w4/s320/coldhands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With kind words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424003983395388754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S0Xu4qKV_VI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xDowC6EIbWo/s320/kind-words1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;                                                                                       and genuine Smiles!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424003991586580514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S0Xu5IrRqCI/AAAAAAAAAwI/wV9ArWlo5Ck/s320/image003.jpg" /&gt;Feel free to join me in this challenge!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stay WARM bloggy friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-4386973120366863138?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/4386973120366863138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=4386973120366863138' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4386973120366863138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4386973120366863138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2010/01/self-challenge.html' title='Self-Challenge'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S0Xu5-7X34I/AAAAAAAAAwY/PguB-fQgDQc/s72-c/boy-breath-cold_article.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-8084759964353936802</id><published>2010-01-06T00:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:44:11.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordful Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was perusing blog land the other day.. just going from link to link not really paying attention to where I was... I was just looking at pictures and for things that caught my eye... and I ran across a lady who was challenging everyone to spend 15 minutes a day organizing one small space... at the time I didn't give it much thought until this morning when I opened my bathroom cabinet and thought-When did it get like this? So now that I was interested in taking part of this challenge.. I can't find her...but instead of that being the reason for not doing it...I just did it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The before.... (Don't judge..I couldn't believe it either ugh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S0QqQT-_YsI/AAAAAAAAAvA/GXmuKai_Q-Y/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ... I found that I have entirely to much perfume.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the empty bottles found their way to the trash can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S0QqRv_yt9I/AAAAAAAAAvg/FIZGKsDYc_E/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and the duplicate bottles found a place in the give away pile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or in my nieces backpack..(with permission of course..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S0QqQ3KnUiI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/rapX3vabbcM/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no clue.. why I was keeping these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S0Qq6Q0J6vI/AAAAAAAAAvw/GlqsMXBB-48/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S0QqQt2OiBI/AAAAAAAAAvI/D6-TXy_PJDE/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ewww, seriously-When did I ever wear these colors?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glow in the dark! Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S0Qq6BMig5I/AAAAAAAAAvo/weHhTBqyA8Q/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While, I did throw away a whole lot.. I just couldn't put these things in the trash. I always give them to my Mom and she takes them to her church and lets the little old ladies dig through them.. she says they often ask if I have cleaned out anything lately..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S0Qq66RcpFI/AAAAAAAAAv4/47R7bmHZd5U/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the end result.. Sure it still needs some work.. but it is much better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S0Qq6Q0J6vI/AAAAAAAAAvw/GlqsMXBB-48/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S0Qq6Q0J6vI/AAAAAAAAAvw/GlqsMXBB-48/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423507031695420146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for coming along as I organize my house &lt;s&gt;again&lt;/s&gt;...15 minutes @ a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um, next I am thinking.. the cabinet under the bathroom sink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="”http://www.sevenclowncircus.com/”" target="”_blank”"&gt; &lt;img src="http://sevenclowncircus.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sevenclownbutton.jpg" border="”0&amp;#8243;" width="”125″" height="”125″" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Click The Link above for more wordful Wednesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S0QqRUpFNNI/AAAAAAAAAvY/bOIKuP6SPfE/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-8084759964353936802?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/8084759964353936802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=8084759964353936802' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8084759964353936802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8084759964353936802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2010/01/wordful-wednesday.html' title='Wordful Wednesday!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/S0QqQT-_YsI/AAAAAAAAAvA/GXmuKai_Q-Y/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-8368929763470360716</id><published>2010-01-04T00:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:24:57.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; I most certainly did not abandon my blog for over a year…just to return one day because I missed it so. I did not let my blog fall to the wayside because if I didn’t post I would stress about it…because how dumb would that be??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not dreading going back to work tomorrow,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would never be so selfish to complain about going to work after I have been off for two weeks straight-what kind of person would that make me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not secretly happy that the temps will be below 40 degrees tomorrow morning-because if that were true &lt;s&gt;and it is &lt;/s&gt;, the darling little students at my school would have to stay in for morning recess- and me, the teacher who is scheduled for morning duty the next two weeks would be off the hook.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the other hand…I am also not secretly sad that the temps will not be above 40 in the afternoon, meaning my little darlings will have indoor recess in my room. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I did not stop in one of the makeup isles at wal-mart and have a little talk with Jesus.. concerning the little girl screaming and crying in the next isle over.. My prayer did not go something like this.. Dear God, Please help my students not act like that little girl tomorrow- I know they will be tired and out of routine-but please help things run smoothly-Help me not to be the one throwing&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the fits &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Amen…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My 30 something best friend and I did not go see The Princess and The Frog today without any children, um for the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; time…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I certainly haven’t taken the time to sit down and think of some resolutions for the New Year.. I am definitely not going to pull out the ones from last year and just change the date… I mean how lazy would that be.. and technically that would kind of be breaking one of the resolutions anyway..right? The one that will not be on my list.. Be More Prepared! Be More Organized… Silly things like that would never make it to my list…&lt;s&gt;my um, list that is usually lost or forgotten by Februay&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-8368929763470360716?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/8368929763470360716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=8368929763470360716' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8368929763470360716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8368929763470360716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-7654444476208150228</id><published>2010-01-02T03:47:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T04:47:32.025-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/Sz8avkuzxhI/AAAAAAAAAuA/7nWXZhkH8O0/s320/ramona-quimby-age-8.jpg'/><title type='text'>Saturday 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://samanthasaturday9.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Saturday 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;1. What celebrity would you just want to shake some sense into?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/Sz8Ys_vIhHI/AAAAAAAAAtw/2JpCe8j-moI/s320/eric_mcsteamy_dane_0_0_0x0_447x560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I would like to knock some sense into Eric Dane! How long is it going to take that boy to realize that he can't live without me? I mean, he doesn't actually know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; I exist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; me.... but still, a girl can dream right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(99, 32, 53); font-family:Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;2. What do you think comes after death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Eternal Life, either in Heaven of Hell. I believe that both places are very real. I also believe that where we go is up to us. We are given a free will to decide to live our life according to GOD's word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;3. What is the first book that you can remember reading by yourself as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The very first book I read was Hop on Pop. The first chapter book I read was Ramona Quimby,  Age 8....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/Sz8avXOccPI/AAAAAAAAAt4/RWViBgPUG7E/s320/hop-on-pop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/Sz8avkuzxhI/AAAAAAAAAuA/7nWXZhkH8O0/s320/ramona-quimby-age-8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;4. What was the first rock concert that you attended?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/Sz8cGh6EdtI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Ed9EzY4d9JY/s320/heartbandphoto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;HEART- an 80's Band.. I cried the entire time. It was to loud and scary for me. I was 10 years old and my brother was 15. My brother was not allowed to go unless he took me. My parents knew I would tell everything... My parents actually drove us to the concert and dropped us off, could you imagine  parents doing that now days?? I remember people smoking stuff, screaming the lyrics, and making out all over the place.. I hated it and so did my brother he had to drag me, the ball bag around all night... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;5. If you were to suddenly become famous, would you choose a stage name? If yes, what would it be? No, I wouldn't choose a stage name... If I were to become famous, everything would change- so I would like to keep my name for comfort and familiarity... to myself and the ones in my life whom it would effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;6. What is the one thing that you wish the media would stop talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The media OVER-TALKS everything.. except the things we really need to know about!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Right now it is Tiger is in the spotlight...and he is  probably on his knees praying that another celebrity messes up soon so that he can get a break from the media...um, not that he really deserves one.. come on??? What makes you think you wouldn't get caught!! Seriously?!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;7. If you could be part of any band, which one would it be and who would you be and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Sugarland- Because I think Jennifer Nettles has amazing vocals- Kristian Bush- is a fantastic musician and I think they would just be so fun to hang out with... I would be a back up bee booper! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/Sz8eyCLyGLI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/WkweTE39qmE/s320/sugarland11.jpg" /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;8. Do you live close to your immediate family members? If not, how far away are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Yes, I live very close to the majority of my family.. My parents live less than a mile from me... I have lived away from my family before and I didn't really like it...I come from a very close knit family and I enjoying spending a lot of time with them. My Mom is one of my best friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;9. Last seasonal question (promise): What did you do on New Year's Eve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I rang in the New Year with a huge group of family. We ate, played wii, Wa Hoo, and Cranium. Then @ 5 til Midnight.. we turned on the television to watch the ball drop... sad th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ing is none of us even saw the ball drop..we were to busy trying to figure out what Jennifer Lopez was wearing... Yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/Sz8gWz7lWBI/AAAAAAAAAuY/CVtb4VFrYss/s320/alg_new-years_jennifer-lopez.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-7654444476208150228?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/7654444476208150228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=7654444476208150228' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/7654444476208150228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/7654444476208150228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-9.html' title='Saturday 9'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/Sz8Ys_vIhHI/AAAAAAAAAtw/2JpCe8j-moI/s72-c/eric_mcsteamy_dane_0_0_0x0_447x560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-339871004138570467</id><published>2010-01-01T03:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T03:13:06.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/Sz270Kq3ycI/AAAAAAAAAto/rS_xoLl043U/s1600-h/Happy_New_Year+400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/Sz270Kq3ycI/AAAAAAAAAto/rS_xoLl043U/s320/Happy_New_Year+400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421696031315708354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;12 months of HAPPINESS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;52 weeks of FUN, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;365 days LAUGHTER, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;8760 hrs of BEST WISHES, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;525600 minutes of JOY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;31536000 seconds of SUCCESS; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;what I hope for you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-339871004138570467?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/339871004138570467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=339871004138570467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/339871004138570467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/339871004138570467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/Sz270Kq3ycI/AAAAAAAAAto/rS_xoLl043U/s72-c/Happy_New_Year+400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-4432941261852767635</id><published>2009-12-30T00:56:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:54:55.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, Santa You Forgot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzsG3kXCXrI/AAAAAAAAAtg/b_s1jQIFZ-Q/s1600-h/ButtonWishfulWednesdayFINAL.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzsG3kXCXrI/AAAAAAAAAtg/b_s1jQIFZ-Q/s320/ButtonWishfulWednesdayFINAL.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420934128193396402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;'I wish' .... Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; would have remembered _____ was on my li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;st!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 73, 96); line-height: 26px; font-family:Times, serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/Szr_4tVQp0I/AAAAAAAAAtA/EM1AHs_fSz8/s320/lens8162961_1258661368santa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Oh, Santa- You forgot a few things... Things that have been on my list for a few years now.... Um, I am hop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ing you don't put me o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;n the naughty list for posting your forgetfulness for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;all the world to see..but come on!!! How many times does a girl have to ask?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I have been working on it on my own.. bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;t I am not having much luck-please Santa, Grant me the ability t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;o hide my facial expressio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ns!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzsAVPMBy5I/AAAAAAAAAtI/pmQdShVlvdg/s320/14262_204_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It is such a horrible problem.. One a girl like me should never have... It kills me to hurt peoples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; feelings...but sometimes my face gives me away... for instance in the grocery store last week... I didn't mean for my jaw t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;o drop when I nearly ran into a makeup-less co-worker of mine, I didn't mean to indent my eyebrows when trying to figure out a gift from a friend. I didn't mean to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;smile really big when a certain someone text messaged me (causing everyone around to ask me who it was..).. Why o'why does my face betray me daily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzsB5KxHARI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/MBnE2L6VVDM/s320/emoticon_sad_tshirt-p235316863914275032u7by_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;If I am happy, sad, disgusted, scar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;, or angry everyone knows it before I even say a word. The people around me are well aware of this..they often take advantage of my l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ittle problem.. when someone wants to know if they are wearing the right outfit, got a cute haircut...they always come to me...because they know my thoughts without even asking.. It is a problem and Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.. and I think its time you did something about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Oh yeah, and why your at it.. help me say NO to  CARBS, Fried Foods,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;d just one more bite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzsDTuGaReI/AAAAAAAAAtY/xQqIXfJ1tsU/s320/funny-pictures-squirrel-big-nuts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I know it's after Christmas and all..but it is kind of your fault for forgetting right??? Um, don't be offended when I leave a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ginkgo galoba pill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;(it should help with your memory) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;and a glass of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;water instead of your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;regular cookies and milk... You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: normal; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;might wanna lay off the carbs to... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: normal; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Um, just sayin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-4432941261852767635?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/4432941261852767635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=4432941261852767635' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4432941261852767635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4432941261852767635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-santa-you-forgot.html' title='Um, Santa You Forgot...'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzsG3kXCXrI/AAAAAAAAAtg/b_s1jQIFZ-Q/s72-c/ButtonWishfulWednesdayFINAL.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-1807291577130604376</id><published>2009-12-28T22:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:40:18.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas 2009 has already come and gone! I just can't get over how swiftly the holidays passed this year. As always I had a wonderful Christmas... it was just different this year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzmPiqUh_mI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UAQnVQRUOAs/s320/912194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For one thing was the weather was nuts!!! On December 23rd It was 56 degrees outside.. it was lovely and everyone was enjoying the weather. Families were outside, birds were singing, the sun was shining..Ok Ok, you get it. It was nice out : ) But once the sun went down.. so did the temps and something ugly blew in..rain and wind! The rain and wind turned into sleet and snow...and before I knew it... we were all trapped inside our homes! In just of a matter of hours. It was nuts. I didn't want to be trapped in my own home so I drove over to my parents with an over night bag. Since my parents and I live in the same town, I never spend the night...EVER.. so my Mom and I were excited about this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Mom was in the kitchen putting the last minute things in the oven and mixing up different dips and appetizers. I was in the living room with my Dad watching the weather channel. We had family that was supposed to join us for Christmas Eve dinner.. they called and said, they were coming earlier to beat the bad weather! So I started helping my Mom and we were trying to hurry things along..when we got another phone call..they couldn't make it. The roads were to bad! When we got the call we were all standing in the kitchen, we looked at each other and died laughing.. Sure we were sad that weren't going to make it but we were cracked up about our dinner! Only 3 people were going to be there..and enough was prepared for 15- but that is not even the funny part!! We cooked all the side dishes and the other part of our family was bringing the Turkey and Dressing and the HAM! So we sat down to a meatless meal, it was one we will never forget!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After our enormous meatless meal- we all sat down and watched the Christmas Story. It is hilarious to watch with my Dad! Everything cracks him up and he has the best belly laugh ever... it makes me laugh just to see and hear him laugh... My dad hits the hay early so my Mom and I stayed up most of the night talking.. it was really nice. I really enjoyed being snowed in with her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I slept in my old room. It was weird how everything was different... I laid there and was flooded with tons of good memories. I was feeling very nostalgic, trips down memory lane are good for the soul. I let myself get lost in the memories and fell asleep to the faint familiar hum of snores from down the hall. The next morning when I woke up my mother said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom: How did you sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: Wonderful, I don't remember having such fabulous sheets growing up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom: Um, I don't think they sold New Kids on The Block Sheets in 1000 Thread Count, Becky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha Ha Quick Mom, real quick...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzmPus5DCRI/AAAAAAAAAsg/bzKSTzebc7g/s320/913293.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Mom decorated one of her bathrooms really cute this year... It is a super inexpensive way to decorate for Christmas... I am hoping I remember to do this next year... : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the rush of trying to get my things packed before the storm hit.. I forgot my camera so I didn't take any pictures of my family this year... that is really weird for me.. I am going to be a tagging fool when the facebook pictures start popping up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzmTEeq42YI/AAAAAAAAAso/kjaUXDizHDg/s320/101800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did get a picture of my boy Lou with his Christmas tie on... He loves it! Can't you tell.. Oh, and he is laying on one of my favorite presents...an OU quilt! Hand stitched and made with love.. my favorite kind : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family eventually all got together and we exchanged gifts and laughs. We loved on one another and talked about the days gone by... we talked about the upcoming year... and just had a wonderful time... So yeah, Christmas 2009 was different..but it was still wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am blessed beyond measure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzmUcDEgwMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/8mDSyyMxaag/s320/437752.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While cruising action alley @ Wal-Mart this caught my eye and cracked me up! I thought I would share... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-1807291577130604376?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/1807291577130604376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=1807291577130604376' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/1807291577130604376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/1807291577130604376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzmPiqUh_mI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UAQnVQRUOAs/s72-c/912194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-4835102777691371188</id><published>2009-12-23T23:43:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T02:03:59.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Crack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I have never been much in the kitchen and I have never claimed to be.. to be honest- I am just lazy! The cooking is fun but the cleaning up STINKS. So unless I get a whim I spend very limited amounts of time in the kitchen. There has been days upon end that I never even enter the kitchen. *Gasp* I know, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;But I stumbled upon a recipe the other day...that caught my eye and I immediately had to make it. I called up some friends and I told them I was going to make something..and they all began to worry about me.. I quickly calmed their fears.. after I told them how easy it was to make..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So even though several other bloggers have made this and passed it along.. I thought that I would too... I hope you try it. It is so very yummy and delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;CHRISTMAS CRACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;1 sleeve saltine crackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;1 cup brown sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;1 cup real butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;2 cups chocolate chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;¾ cup chopped pecans (op&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;tional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzMAaMXT-RI/AAAAAAAAAsA/U-S2LdgIAqE/s320/Crack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Preheat the oven to 400 degrees, and line a 10" x 15" with foil (the kind of sheet that has raised edges!). Spray with Pam, or grease VERY lightly with butter. Cover the cookie sheet with a single layer of saltines. Bring butter and brown sugar to a boil. Boil for 3 minutes, stirring with a whisk. Pour over the saltines, and try to spread it as evenly as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Place in the oven and bake for 5 minutes. When you remove it, the caramel mixture will be molten and boiling; allow to cool about 3 min, or until you can see the crackers distinctly, which will have shifted while baking. Push them back into order with a fork or knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzMAjWb5ZcI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Z72fakFxkK0/s1600-h/Crack+Finished.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzMALOf_rEI/AAAAAAAAAr4/ujFZFERqjOo/s320/Crack+Middle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzMAjWb5ZcI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Z72fakFxkK0/s1600-h/Crack+Finished.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Sprinkle the chocol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ate chips over the toffee and let sit for about 5 minutes to melt. Once melted spread chocolate evenly. If desired, sprinkle on pecans and press lightly into the chocolate. Let cool a bit and then transfer to fridge to harden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzMAjWb5ZcI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Z72fakFxkK0/s1600-h/Crack+Finished.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzMAjWb5ZcI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Z72fakFxkK0/s320/Crack+Finished.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418675383974847938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Once hard, break the candy into small pieces and place in an air tight container.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And share it.. because if you don't....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzMbReaZXrI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/szjmV-dGQeE/s320/Fat+butt+on+chair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-4835102777691371188?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/4835102777691371188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=4835102777691371188' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4835102777691371188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4835102777691371188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-crack.html' title='Christmas Crack'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzMAaMXT-RI/AAAAAAAAAsA/U-S2LdgIAqE/s72-c/Crack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-7963517002552168080</id><published>2009-03-31T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:52:05.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Itouch Apps?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't been feeling well the last two days. In fact on Monday I left work early and I didn't even go today.. It feels odd being home because I never call in. Ihave had some weird stomach stuff going on. Just extreme nausea. Horrible. Ugh. While I am feeling better.. I am not 100% but I so have to go to work tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I wasn't trying to lay very very still. I was on my itouch perusing my favorite apps. I was catching up on all the twitter updates when I came across this on.. Twitpic. It cracked me up. He swears he didn't know what shirt he was putting on.. because it was 4 in the morning.. I was wondering.. if its a concern, why do you have the shirt in the first place.. Silly Boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SdLjqkLULPI/AAAAAAAAArI/oLAhveLj204/s1600-h/1454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319564430283123954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SdLjqkLULPI/AAAAAAAAArI/oLAhveLj204/s320/1454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speaking of Itouch/Iphone Apps. Which are your favorite Apps and Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-7963517002552168080?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/7963517002552168080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=7963517002552168080' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/7963517002552168080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/7963517002552168080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2009/03/itouch-apps.html' title='Itouch Apps?'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SdLjqkLULPI/AAAAAAAAArI/oLAhveLj204/s72-c/1454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-5162073153314432915</id><published>2009-03-29T20:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:26:50.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Difference a Day Makes.</title><content type='html'>I woke up Saturday morning to a cold dreary day. The weather forecast had been made but I had to see it for myself to believe it. It was the end of March and it was snowing. Just the day before, I had taken my class out on the playground. I had worn capris. Then Saturday I stood on my porch freezing, as I watched the wet white snow fall to the ground.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SdAf4IrKyxI/AAAAAAAAAqw/VDPNcxnGNsM/s320/Snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning I woke up to the sun peeking into my window. I walked outside to see the only trace of the snow was melted and running down the sides of the streets.. A passerby would assume that a spring shower had brought on the wet ground. On the way home from church, I noticed the budding trees and the brown grass turning to green. I thought to myself, Wow! What a difference a day makes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SdBJPJpurOI/AAAAAAAAArA/8ECBkjlLvbk/s320/Tree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spiritually speaking isn't this how it is in our own lives? How many of us have woken up to a bad day, bad news, temptations, or trials? I know I often find myself thinking- Oh, No! I must get used to this. This is what I have to live with. This is my lot in life. (I know dramatic huh? - but Oh, so true.) We often get stuck in grey dreary days because we accept it instead of relying on God to bring on a new day. A day where the clouds are gone. A day where the old is made new. A day where the remnants of the past are being washed away.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just seeing that tree today after the snow yesterday made me think about that.. and how I often allow myself to stay stuck in situations..but today I am making a vow to myself,  to always hang on.. For tomorrow is a new day. One full of the blessings of GOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-5162073153314432915?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/5162073153314432915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=5162073153314432915' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/5162073153314432915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/5162073153314432915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-difference-day-makes.html' title='What a Difference a Day Makes.'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SdAf4IrKyxI/AAAAAAAAAqw/VDPNcxnGNsM/s72-c/Snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-4302974679036389677</id><published>2009-03-27T01:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:27:36.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun</title><content type='html'>Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search (&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" href="http://www.flickr.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/&lt;/a&gt;). b. Using only the first page, pick an image.&lt;br /&gt;c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s Mosaic Maker (&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php)." target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. Save the image and blog it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your first name? Becky&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food? Chips and Salsa&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite color? Navy Blue&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite drink? Pink Lemonade&lt;br /&gt;5. Dream vacation? Bora Bora&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite Hobby? Scrapbooking&lt;br /&gt;7. What you want to be when you grow up? Having no regrets&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you love most in life? Togetherness&lt;br /&gt;9. One word to describe you? Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26660372@N05/3389472750/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 369px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 319px" height="226" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3429/3389472750_d2992de49d_m.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-4302974679036389677?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/4302974679036389677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=4302974679036389677' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4302974679036389677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4302974679036389677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-creation.html' title='Friday Fun'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3429/3389472750_d2992de49d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-6272336509263704094</id><published>2009-03-27T00:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:26:22.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I am still alive!</title><content type='html'>Hmm, What does one say after a 3 month unannounced hiatus? Yeah, I've got nothing. I have missed blogging and visiting your blogs so much-but I don't really have an excuse other than I got really busy and at the end of the day...blogging my thoughts and daily adventures were not a priority. Now things have calmed down a little and I have really been wanting an outlet.. I have made a promise to myself though! Yeah- Um, I do that. I promise not to let myself stress if I don't have anything witty to say. I promise to not beat myself up if I miss a day or two.. And my promise to you all is that I will be a more faithful blogging buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to be back! I hope some of you still remember who I am.. and I hope this out of no where post doesn't knock the breath out of some of you from the shock of it...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday Friends-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-6272336509263704094?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/6272336509263704094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=6272336509263704094' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/6272336509263704094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/6272336509263704094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-i-am-still-alive.html' title='Yeah, I am still alive!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-2835906646732443985</id><published>2008-12-08T12:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:26:43.208-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Ugh!</title><content type='html'>Teacher did you know I have itchy bugs in my hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Sometimes I hate Mondays..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-2835906646732443985?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/2835906646732443985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=2835906646732443985' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2835906646732443985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2835906646732443985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/12/ugh.html' title='Ugh!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-9112996375215197904</id><published>2008-12-05T12:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:21:32.796-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>The Paperbag Christmas- Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/STl1UDuJr9I/AAAAAAAAAp0/Y5LeeqfvXFs/s1600-h/9999nebook_paperbag2dps_w300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276377425897959378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/STl1UDuJr9I/AAAAAAAAAp0/Y5LeeqfvXFs/s400/9999nebook_paperbag2dps_w300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few weeks ago someone.. (I am sorry I can't remember who) was hosting a give away for The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paper bag&lt;/span&gt; Christmas by Kevin Alan Milne on their blog. I entered the giveaway because I love to read and there is usually nothing better than a great holiday story.. Well, I didn't win the give away : ( A few weeks later I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; an email asking if I would be interested in reading the book.. They would send the book to me and all I would have to do is a review on my blog. First of all, I had a couple read it. I had never had anything like this happen to me.. I wanted to make sure it was legit. I am a dork, I know.. Well I decided to respond and in just a few days I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the book on my door step..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly opened it up and finished the book in one sitting. I absolutely loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milne’s touching novel reminds readers of caring, friendship and sacrifice. How often do we get carried away by the gifts and hustle of Christmas activities and forget what Christmas is really all about? Read Paper Bag Christmas and rediscover one of the true meanings of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally recommend this book to everyone who loves to read a good book that will make them laugh and cry. A book that makes you think.. and put your priorities straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can purchase the book here:&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1599950731/ref=s9sdps_c1_14_img1-rfc_p-frt_g1-3237_p_si1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0ZHXTQ5R836DWBTA7WGA&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=463383351&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Paper bag&lt;/span&gt; Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-9112996375215197904?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/9112996375215197904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=9112996375215197904' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/9112996375215197904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/9112996375215197904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/12/paperbag-christmas-review.html' title='The Paperbag Christmas- Review'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/STl1UDuJr9I/AAAAAAAAAp0/Y5LeeqfvXFs/s72-c/9999nebook_paperbag2dps_w300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-4432860052517295410</id><published>2008-12-03T00:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:31:22.675-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob Pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy Busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Slow down already..</title><content type='html'>Wow, these past weeks have been a whirlwind for me. It seems like there is something going on everyday..and evening. Sure, I love being surrounded by friends and family.. and I love to be right in the middle of things but sometimes.. Don't you just want to sit back and relax? That is where I am at right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275451693021501730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/STYrXUBHmSI/AAAAAAAAApk/tqfX7sDZBPE/s320/img-thing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most have you have asked, Have I seen Twilight? Um, yeah. I am almost embarrassed to admit how many times I have seen it. I have went with everyone who has asked me. I will just leave it at that! I loved it and I was not disappointed at all. I think Rob Pattinson is just about the yummiest thing ever! I really can't wait until New Moon comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the break I also saw BOLT 3D, Four Christmas's, and Australia. I loved Bolt. It is way cute. Four Christmas's eh, not so much. It was vulgar and Dwight Yokam freaked me out a bit. I loved Australia. Bring your tissues. I think I cried 9 times during the movie. I think it is one of the best movies that I have seen all year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I got up at 2:45 early Friday Morning and braved the sales. I bought myself a new computer. A cheapie. But I love it! I was also able to get a lot of my Christmas shopping done.. I was excited about that..After shopping a group of us went to McDonald's for some Egg McMuffins and then I headed home for a nap! I shopped til I dropped, ate breakfast, showered, and was back in bed before 8 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A New Find&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275455186445501362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/STYuiqCTg7I/AAAAAAAAAps/gOosDOm1y-M/s320/425_harajuku_lovers_dolls_040408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the new fragrances by Gwen Steffani. Her Harajuku Lovers line. The cute little bottles are what drew me to them but the smell is what makes me want them.. Lil' Angel and Music are my favorite. I don't like the Baby one. Have any of you guys smelled them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dermatology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little spot that came up on my nose a few weeks ago.. Today I went to the dermatologist to get it checked out. I got two shots in my nose. Yes, that is as painful as it sounds.. Then they sliced off the spot with a razor and burned it. Let me tell you, the smell of your own flesh burning is NASTY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have only been to the dermatologist one time. I think I was 17. I had 4 zits and I made my mom take me because I didn't want to have a crater face. Yeah, I was a bit of a drama queen. Um, I left his office with a bottle of sea breeze. No, joke. He said, People would kill for skin like yours.. it is funny now.. I was devastated in high school. Why in the world did I have 4 zits at one time and why oh why, was my Dr. laughing at me. Ugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well today when I walked into the dermatologist office I was the only one in there not over 70. The place was packed out. I was seriously looking for a Bingo caller... I was enjoying the conversations of the cute older people! It was actually nice to sit back and listen to them describe their daily activities.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I said, all of that to say.. wear sun screen everyday my friends. Everyone of these sweet elderly people were getting skin cancers removed from their faces.. I know at least 5 ladies told me to apply sunscreen daily. One even took out a tube and offered to put it on me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Match maker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been playing match maker this week! It is so fun! It is fun to watch new relationships unfold. I am keeping my fingers crossed that it works out for the both of them..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCALES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um, I went off my diet for 3 days. When I weighed in on Monday, I thought I actually heard the scales begging me to get off..lol No, really. It was fun to splurge for a few days but I am back on track! But I did give the scales a swift kick when I stepped off of them.. it made me feel better..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugar Free Vanilla Iced Coffee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have confessed my love for SF Vanilla Iced Coffee from McDonald's before.. I have also confessed how many I have consumed in one week before.. for any of you who share my obsession... I seriously wouldn't recommending looking up the nutrition information. You honestly don't want to know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other coffee drinks from McDonald's are NASTY! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joey and Rory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Country Music. I love all styles of it. Bluegrass. Traditional. Contemporary. The newest duo I love are Joey and Rory! I love love love the song to say goodbye. Her voice is beautiful but the words of this song really haunt me. It is oh, so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;He said I’ll call you Hon when I get there,Ten minutes later he was in the air,She dropped the kids at school and headed home,Walked in and turned the front room TV on She could tell that there was something wrong,Every channel had the same thing on,Now seven years have come and gone away,But she’s still hurting like its yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz she wants to put her arms around his neck,and look in his eyes so blue,and say Honey I don’t regret,A single day I spent with you,She wants to tell him that she loves him so,and will until the day she dies,It ain’t that she can’t let him go,She just wants to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits beside her in the nursing home,Through her silver hair he runs a comb,He hangs their wedding picture on the wall,She don’t remember who he is at all,He tells her stories about the life they’ve lived,From their first kiss to their last grand kids,For seven months now she just sits and stares,But if she wakes up he’s gonna be right there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz he wants to put his arms around her neck,and look in her eyes so blue,and say Honey I won’t forget,a single day I spent with you,He wants to tell her that he loves her so,and will until the day he dies,it ain’t that he can’t let her go,He just wants to say goodbye no it ain’t that we can’t let them go,We just want to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(um, I copied and pasted these.. and I am not taking the time to go back and edit. I love you friends but I am playing the lazy card...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their myspace.. maybe you can hear it there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow,  I have rambled on way to long.. I have some awards to write about, tags to respond to, and a book review! But I just can't do it tonight.. but I will .. I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday Dear friends..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-4432860052517295410?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/4432860052517295410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=4432860052517295410' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4432860052517295410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4432860052517295410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/12/slow-down-already.html' title='Slow down already..'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/STYrXUBHmSI/AAAAAAAAApk/tqfX7sDZBPE/s72-c/img-thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-82974893709917897</id><published>2008-12-01T23:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:20:13.636-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alive'/><title type='text'>I am alive.</title><content type='html'>Wow, It has been six days since I have posted and this is just a fake post.. to let you know that I am alive and well. I missed all of you over the Holiday! Things are crazy here in my little part of the world.. I should have a decent post tomorrow! Take care until then lovies..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-82974893709917897?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/82974893709917897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=82974893709917897' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/82974893709917897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/82974893709917897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-alive.html' title='I am alive.'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-2628453882759594198</id><published>2008-11-25T02:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T03:10:26.063-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafty Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafty Ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Christmas Tree'/><title type='text'>Themed Christmas Tree!</title><content type='html'>I have always loved Themed Christmas trees. There is something about the blank canvas of a Christmas Tree. In the past we have done several themed trees. We have done: Disney, OU, Gingerbread Men, The Polar Express, Patriotic, Fairytale Princess, The Grinch, and John Deere. This year, as I was thinking on what to do.. I was inspired by my latest obsession!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSu4zyc0_LI/AAAAAAAAAo0/aMuGmnu-Ba4/s1600-h/AllFourBooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSu4zyc0_LI/AAAAAAAAAo0/aMuGmnu-Ba4/s320/AllFourBooks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272510988622822578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSu4zyc0_LI/AAAAAAAAAo0/aMuGmnu-Ba4/s1600-h/AllFourBooks.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;I was sitting in my home with my cousin Josh when it hit me. I looked over at him and said, You wanna go to wal-mart? Then I explained to him what I was envisioning...lol. I have recently got him hooked on all things Twilight as well. He was game for a trip to Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought all kinds of fun stuff. A chess game. Ribbons. Forks. Feathers. Flowers. Apple Ornaments. Red Glitter. Dazzling Silver Sticks. Yard and half black material. Small Round Mini Mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making our purchases we came home got out the glue sticks, tacky glue, and started creating the ornaments that would soon adorn my tree. Then my friend Lisa returned home... She quickly joined the excitement. She started gluing the dazzling mirrors to the black tree skirt. After burning my finger and completing the ornaments. Lisa and Josh decorated the tree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Twilight Inspired Christmas Tree:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSu64VB5MKI/AAAAAAAAAo8/WhMtgbepZyk/s1600-h/twilight+tree+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSu64VB5MKI/AAAAAAAAAo8/WhMtgbepZyk/s320/twilight+tree+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272513265647825058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The plastic forks were a must. To fancy them up a bit my Mom and my niece tied red or black and white checked ribbons on them. This was to represent Forks, Wa. The setting for the book.&lt;br /&gt;We added the apple ornaments all over the tree to represent the first cover of the Twilight Series. Which is a symbol for Bella, the forbidden fruit. The crushed flower is for the cover of New Moon. The flower represents a delicate Bella and how she feels in Edwards absence.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSu64yjjB2I/AAAAAAAAApE/vfvdDFo-SAk/s1600-h/twilight+tree+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSu64yjjB2I/AAAAAAAAApE/vfvdDFo-SAk/s320/twilight+tree+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272513273573607266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The red ribbons are from the cover of Eclipse. The ribbon symbolizes how Bella feels, torn between life and death. Vampires and Werewolves.  The Chessboard represents the forth and final book, Breaking Dawn. The red pawn represents weak human Bella and the White Queen symbolizes the stronger Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSu65MVfn_I/AAAAAAAAApM/aV6Y3W6TmFA/s1600-h/twilight+tree+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSu65MVfn_I/AAAAAAAAApM/aV6Y3W6TmFA/s320/twilight+tree+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272513280493985778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There a glitter silver sticks that jaunt out from the tree. They are to represent Edward dazzling in the sunlight. You can't see them in the picture but they are there and they add so much character to the tree. The tree skirt is also adorned with mirrors that dazzle a reflection of white twinkling lights. There are also feathers stuck within the branches of the tree. At first I bought feathers because I thought that was what was on the New Moon Cover but I was wrong.. I think the feathers are a cute added touch.. and well feathers are a part of the series.. We won't discuss that here...(um, book four-torn pillows)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSu65XodRpI/AAAAAAAAApU/qTrdRe9o9f0/s1600-h/twilight+tree+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSu65XodRpI/AAAAAAAAApU/qTrdRe9o9f0/s320/twilight+tree+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272513283526313618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just have a point and shoot camera so it does not do the tree justice but we are all quite pleased with our Twilight Christmas tree. I purposely did not show the top of the tree because I don't have a clue what to top it with. I am thinking a stuffed lion and lamb. The Cullen Crest. Or something like that.. any ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys do themed trees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know it seems a bit obsessive but it was so much fun. Please don't stop following me..lol. I will snap out of it soon...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By the way, I did lose a follower today : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-2628453882759594198?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/2628453882759594198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=2628453882759594198' title='69 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2628453882759594198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2628453882759594198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/11/themed-christmas-tree.html' title='Themed Christmas Tree!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSu4zyc0_LI/AAAAAAAAAo0/aMuGmnu-Ba4/s72-c/AllFourBooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>69</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-4089093183510298389</id><published>2008-11-24T00:43:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:57:14.727-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake Shelton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob Pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Me Monday'/><title type='text'>Not Me! Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSpU1ji_fYI/AAAAAAAAAos/KHli1WbJA98/s1600-h/NotMeMonday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272119592842395010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSpU1ji_fYI/AAAAAAAAAos/KHli1WbJA98/s200/NotMeMonday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did not spend all week teaching my children about the First Thanksgiving, about Pilgrims and Indians. I was not impressed when they could tell me everything about the event including the ships, the date, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Plymouth&lt;/span&gt; rock etc (remember they are 4 &amp;amp; 5) I did not totally crack up when I was showing them off to our principal.. and they called the pilgrims-penguins by mistake. I hid my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt; very well when my very excited students yelled, Look teacher, Mexicans - when Native Americans came to our school in full dress for a pow wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; schedule &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Camo&lt;/span&gt; Day on the last day before a break. Why would I get my kids even more excited. I would never do that to myself...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272113392623976962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSpPMp7uggI/AAAAAAAAAoU/voT-jN3Qs0s/s320/thanksgivingcamoturkeys+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In order to get my kids to walk &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quietly&lt;/span&gt; down the hall I did not say their is a hunter looking for turkeys. We must be very very quite (we did have turkey hats on) My kids were so very quite. I was very impressed. We tip toed across the street. This hunter stuff is really working out well. I did not really get into it, jumping back saying I just seen him. At one point, I did not turn around to see my kids laying on the sidewalk in order for the hunter not to see them.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272114597154590530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSpQSxKND0I/AAAAAAAAAoc/O2MM4to4DR8/s320/thanksgivingcamoturkeys+058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even though, my little kids are way to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' cute. I was not so very happy to hug them and send them on their way on Friday. I did not fall back into my chair thanking God for a much needed Thanksgiving Break!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have not seen Twilight 3 times this weekend. I did not buy the book so that I could read it again, now that I have visuals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am not totally crushing on Rob &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272117649096236882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSpTEahy31I/AAAAAAAAAok/n2sCptoqEmY/s320/RobertPattinson9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I did not have to return yet another phone to US Cellular this week. I am not crossing my fingers hoping 3x is the charm. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Acck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;atm&lt;/span&gt; machine did not keep my Debit Card because I put in the wrong pin 3x. I am not freaking out because I have no clue where my card is. I do not have to wake up early on my vacation to call the bank first thing in the morning. I am not a little bit embarrassed. Things like this never ever happen to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My boyfriend : ) Blake Shelton did not make it into the 100 Sexiest People Magazine.. (He really did make it even though, the picture is barely bigger than a postage stamp. He is so in there...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-4089093183510298389?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/4089093183510298389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=4089093183510298389' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4089093183510298389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4089093183510298389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-me-monday_24.html' title='Not Me! Monday!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSpU1ji_fYI/AAAAAAAAAos/KHli1WbJA98/s72-c/NotMeMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-2098284139231453590</id><published>2008-11-19T08:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:27:28.531-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordful Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling Leaves'/><title type='text'>Care free Autumn Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSQfwPBCMSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/kFo3XN9aHlA/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270372377455374626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSQfwPBCMSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/kFo3XN9aHlA/s400/DSC01008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child.There are seven million. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Streightiff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSQfmRksMSI/AAAAAAAAAn8/UoOaoX7B1GM/s1600-h/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270372206343106850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSQfmRksMSI/AAAAAAAAAn8/UoOaoX7B1GM/s400/DSC01000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thomas Hood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270374294891680562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSQhf2BeUzI/AAAAAAAAAoM/i5J1FlKxBuI/s200/button30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To participate in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wordful&lt;/span&gt; Wednesday! Visit &lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;7 Clown Circus&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-2098284139231453590?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/2098284139231453590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=2098284139231453590' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2098284139231453590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2098284139231453590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/11/care-free-autumn-days.html' title='Care free Autumn Days'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSQfwPBCMSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/kFo3XN9aHlA/s72-c/DSC01008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-6294998935481798474</id><published>2008-11-18T00:13:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:53:49.928-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Tree Hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marley and Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Blake Shelton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overheard in my class'/><title type='text'>All over the map Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Okay, friends forgive me but this post is going to be all over the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First off: Did you guys watch One Tree Hill tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSJeQT-Kx8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/kJMCZON8_sw/s1600-h/005312807d5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSJeQT-Kx8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/kJMCZON8_sw/s320/005312807d5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269878148308846530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SERIOUSLY? What was up with the 1920's stuff. I wasn't really into it..&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I was crunching on some ice from my sugar free vanilla iced coffee when I bit the inside of my mouth on the left side and since then I have bit the same exact spot 12 times.  Let me tell you it is tender.. but why does this always happen? Why do you continually bite the same spot over and over...ugh. It never fails. Does this happen to you guys too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little boy fill his boots, pants, and pockets full of stuff from my desk at school today. I don't know how he thought he was going to get out of my room with all that stuff. He looked more like Santa than a preschooler. A bulging belly from all the stuff he was trying to hide away..&lt;br /&gt;At first, I really wanted to laugh because of the way he had his whole waist band perfectly lined with stuff.... but then I got aggravated. What in the world am I going to do? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard in my classroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy in my class was running toward a little girl and his  hands were covered in dirt.&lt;br /&gt;She was wagging one finger in the air at him and pointing at herself with the other when she said, "Don't You Dare, This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gymboree&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;- It was way to funny. My aid and I totally cracked up. 4 years old and the girl new her labels.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week a lot of stuff is coming out that I am looking forward too..&lt;br /&gt;Of course Twilight The Movie : ) comes out of Friday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the release of Blake Shelton's newest album!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to get it. I am seriously debating on going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart right now..&lt;br /&gt;It is 12:35 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSJhMuyn_-I/AAAAAAAAAnc/1id5F-843LI/s1600-h/096b_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSJhMuyn_-I/AAAAAAAAAnc/1id5F-843LI/s320/096b_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269881385323593698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart the other day and I picked up this book. I have only read the first few pages but I have a feeling... I better get my Kleenexes ready. I mostly wanted to read it because I want to see the movie.. and I usually always try to read the books before I see the movie.. If they are being released to the big screen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSJipXCz1QI/AAAAAAAAAnk/oGMXMDjHeLE/s1600-h/Marley_and_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSJipXCz1QI/AAAAAAAAAnk/oGMXMDjHeLE/s320/Marley_and_Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269882976676861186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the movie looks super cute. I love Jennifer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;, Owen Wilson, and Eric Dane. Oh yeah, and super cute golden retrievers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Eric Dane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSJktYmvA3I/AAAAAAAAAns/H_pflTYLOzw/s1600-h/eric-dane-6th-annual-gm-ten-red-carpet-iklWxA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSJktYmvA3I/AAAAAAAAAns/H_pflTYLOzw/s320/eric-dane-6th-annual-gm-ten-red-carpet-iklWxA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269885244838708082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSJk7SqAHrI/AAAAAAAAAn0/fNTCUbcK2R4/s1600-h/bshelton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSJk7SqAHrI/AAAAAAAAAn0/fNTCUbcK2R4/s320/bshelton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269885483759967922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't he resemble my boyfriend, (you know Blake Shelton) a little bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not have picked the best pictures but once I seen this picture of Blake in a cowboy hat I couldn't keep looking..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you think they have some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;similarities&lt;/span&gt;? Or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you this post was all over the place..&lt;br /&gt;So you can't say you were not warned..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday Folks : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-6294998935481798474?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/6294998935481798474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=6294998935481798474' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/6294998935481798474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/6294998935481798474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-over-map-tuesday.html' title='All over the map Tuesday!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSJeQT-Kx8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/kJMCZON8_sw/s72-c/005312807d5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-2204390943913996575</id><published>2008-11-17T00:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:04:14.085-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy Cell Phones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Me Monday'/><title type='text'>Not Me Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSEPn5Aj37I/AAAAAAAAAnE/HjrkMn1pH5U/s1600-h/NotMeMonday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSEPn5Aj37I/AAAAAAAAAnE/HjrkMn1pH5U/s320/NotMeMonday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269510216992677810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's that time again! To read more about what others are not doing.. click on over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McMama's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to join in the Not Me Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not wake up Saturday Morning to find that the screen on my new phone was completely black. I could not read my text messages or see to call out. I did not get up and get dressed immediately and head on over to US Cellular to take the phone back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk at the store did not say, "I am sorry but your 30 day warranty will not be honored due to physical damage to the phone." I did not start bawling right in the middle of the store. People were not turning to look at me. They did not finally give in and give me a new phone.  ( Do not buy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Samsung&lt;/span&gt; Delve, It is completely touch screen. I loved it but I didn't do anything to it at all and I was accused of damaging it. That is why I cried, because I tend to cry when I get mad ugh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sucking down my 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; iced coffee of the week while posting this blog entry at 12:45 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not just purchase 8 Twilight Tickets for the Midnight showing : ) I am not going to a high school ballgame that evening, then leaving straight from the ballgame to the movies, which is an hour away in Muskogee, and I most certainly do not have to get up the next morning at 6:30 to go to work. I am a mature adult who makes wise decisions. I would never go to a midnight movie an hour away from my home. I am also not counting down the days until the said movie is going to be released..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not totally sleep in this morning and skip church. I do not feel totally guilty about  it now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not devastated when I heard that Steve Nash was suspended for fighting. I did not call a friend and ask him to check and see how long he would be suspended and I did not pray that he would be playing when I see the Suns play Oklahoma Thunder.. That would be such a silly prayer.. (He was suspended for only one game : ) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go shopping this weekend only planning to use a gift card and a coupon but ended up using both plus 26 extra dollars on one item. Ugh. Oh, and It was most certainly not for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not dreading this week in the classroom. A school week, right before a holiday is a piece of cake. There is no excitement in the air and all the children act like perfect little angels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has not been crazy busy, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; is not 87% full. I did not have an extra curricular activity 4 nights this week. This weekend did not fly by and I am not so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' tired..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-2204390943913996575?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/2204390943913996575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=2204390943913996575' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2204390943913996575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2204390943913996575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-me-monday_17.html' title='Not Me Monday!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SSEPn5Aj37I/AAAAAAAAAnE/HjrkMn1pH5U/s72-c/NotMeMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-5649801809123146737</id><published>2008-11-13T22:54:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:31:15.978-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Story Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkeys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disquise'/><title type='text'>Incognito!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. Turkey Mr. Turkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Run Away Run Away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are not careful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will be a mouthful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Thanksgiving Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Thanksgiving Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Tune of Frere Jacques)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every November I send home family homework. It is a time for my pre-k kids to engage in a project with their families. In doing the project the family gets to spend quality time together and we get a cute display for our room. It's a win win situation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I send home a blank turkey pattern and a note explaining to the parents that they need to disquise the turkey's so that they will not get eaten for Thanksgiving dinner. It is such a fun project. The kids and the parents really get into it...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0GkafcetI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kqwsFESA3Io/s1600-h/icognitopumpkins+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268374361749617362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0GkafcetI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kqwsFESA3Io/s320/icognitopumpkins+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0GlDZH7BI/AAAAAAAAAls/UN4YcawI3z0/s1600-h/icognitopumpkins+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268374372728957970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0GlDZH7BI/AAAAAAAAAls/UN4YcawI3z0/s320/icognitopumpkins+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0Ju9G3XVI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Bqe5QtlUMgI/s1600-h/icognitopumpkins+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268377841375337810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0Ju9G3XVI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Bqe5QtlUMgI/s320/icognitopumpkins+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0JvotSnsI/AAAAAAAAAms/hGzgyJRw6v8/s1600-h/icognitopumpkins+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268377853079232194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0JvotSnsI/AAAAAAAAAms/hGzgyJRw6v8/s320/icognitopumpkins+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0JvzTlX6I/AAAAAAAAAm0/4v_6Oa794M0/s1600-h/icognitopumpkins+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268377855924199330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0JvzTlX6I/AAAAAAAAAm0/4v_6Oa794M0/s320/icognitopumpkins+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0Gk_2SpeI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Ns5vb_DFy68/s1600-h/icognitopumpkins+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268374371777553890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0Gk_2SpeI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Ns5vb_DFy68/s320/icognitopumpkins+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0JwLY1JEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/VgZWfqtyoVA/s1600-h/icognitopumpkins+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268377862388655170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0JwLY1JEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/VgZWfqtyoVA/s320/icognitopumpkins+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0JvXtetxI/AAAAAAAAAmk/4-PB_-LEg88/s1600-h/icognitopumpkins+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268377848516622098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0JvXtetxI/AAAAAAAAAmk/4-PB_-LEg88/s320/icognitopumpkins+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0H_AeZkwI/AAAAAAAAAmM/16OMSmHP_rg/s1600-h/icognitopumpkins+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268375918134006530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0H_AeZkwI/AAAAAAAAAmM/16OMSmHP_rg/s320/icognitopumpkins+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0H_W7dRhI/AAAAAAAAAmU/aei37N6eQ8c/s1600-h/icognitopumpkins+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268375924161463826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0H_W7dRhI/AAAAAAAAAmU/aei37N6eQ8c/s320/icognitopumpkins+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0H-W-ICqI/AAAAAAAAAl0/3FuoEOIAwak/s1600-h/icognitopumpkins+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268375906992786082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0H-W-ICqI/AAAAAAAAAl0/3FuoEOIAwak/s320/icognitopumpkins+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0H-hpmDHI/AAAAAAAAAl8/uc0nbF_KrcI/s1600-h/icognitopumpkins+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268375909859462258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0H-hpmDHI/AAAAAAAAAl8/uc0nbF_KrcI/s320/icognitopumpkins+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0GkyxJRnI/AAAAAAAAAlk/KMDSGaWqh6Q/s1600-h/icognitopumpkins+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268374368266307186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0GkyxJRnI/AAAAAAAAAlk/KMDSGaWqh6Q/s320/icognitopumpkins+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0GkqifLsI/AAAAAAAAAlU/mRFflVZMsyQ/s1600-h/icognitopumpkins+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268374366057344706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0GkqifLsI/AAAAAAAAAlU/mRFflVZMsyQ/s320/icognitopumpkins+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0H-qFCHpI/AAAAAAAAAmE/aYaQ7-atkF0/s1600-h/icognitopumpkins+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268375912122031762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0H-qFCHpI/AAAAAAAAAmE/aYaQ7-atkF0/s320/icognitopumpkins+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aren't these so stinkin' cute. I love how creative some of my parents are... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://whatworksforus.blogspot.com/2007/06/iphone.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="PhotoStory Friday" src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc50/whatworksforus/pfw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://mychaosmybliss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cecily&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://whatworksforus.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MamaGeek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-5649801809123146737?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/5649801809123146737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=5649801809123146737' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/5649801809123146737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/5649801809123146737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/11/incognito.html' title='Incognito!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SR0GkafcetI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kqwsFESA3Io/s72-c/icognitopumpkins+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-5627384816817997272</id><published>2008-11-13T00:02:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:44:22.788-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1950'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing Assingment'/><title type='text'>The Fabulous 50's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvEr7Y_78I/AAAAAAAAAjs/RTLHaBxJUig/s1600-h/mamakat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 160px; display: block; height: 128px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268020448095891394" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvEr7Y_78I/AAAAAAAAAjs/RTLHaBxJUig/s200/mamakat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The writing assignment I chose this week is: If I could live in any era of history, what would it be -- list 10 reasons why! To read more writing assignment post.. &lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click on over here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I love the day and age I live in now.. I think that I would love to live in the 1950's! I think it would be fun to go back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;simpler&lt;/span&gt; times.. Some of the reasons I think I would love the 50's are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The Dancing&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvIqWC29MI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Y7RJhap7rIQ/s1600-h/u1324152ainp5yj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvIqWC29MI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Y7RJhap7rIQ/s320/u1324152ainp5yj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268024818937558210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Simple, yet sophisticated fashio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvKAlzDsiI/AAAAAAAAAkE/6nfjgOwCoCw/s1600-h/50711291audrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvKAlzDsiI/AAAAAAAAAkE/6nfjgOwCoCw/s320/50711291audrey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268026300635001378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt; only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.” -Hepburn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The Mickey Mouse Club.                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvPookL_LI/AAAAAAAAAkM/nWb65JG-110/s1600-h/PICANNETTEMOUSKETEERFORBLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvPookL_LI/AAAAAAAAAkM/nWb65JG-110/s320/PICANNETTEMOUSKETEERFORBLOG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268032486130842802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, How I would have loved to be a member of the original Mickey Mouse Club. Even as an adult, I love all things Mickey. M-I-C-K-E-Y MOUSE! Sing it with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Drive In movies...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvQ8BmRV3I/AAAAAAAAAkc/gtFqaEXPPaM/s1600-h/drivein2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvQ8BmRV3I/AAAAAAAAAkc/gtFqaEXPPaM/s320/drivein2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268033918779610994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a drive in movie in our town for the longest time. I used to love to go to them.. I love the whole atmosphere.. But I love older movies that depict them. Even though it was fun in the 90's I think it would have been way more fun in the 50's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvRqWWkmjI/AAAAAAAAAkk/tD5a0y5X_X8/s1600-h/watching_tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvRqWWkmjI/AAAAAAAAAkk/tD5a0y5X_X8/s320/watching_tv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268034714624891442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Television shows..                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love Lucy&lt;br /&gt;Leave It To Beaver&lt;br /&gt;The Adventures of Ozzy and Harriet&lt;br /&gt;Father Knows Best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of these fabulous television shows. I could watch them over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvTCPyQKuI/AAAAAAAAAks/McaBh1rdhG8/s1600-h/diner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvTCPyQKuI/AAAAAAAAAks/McaBh1rdhG8/s320/diner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268036224690432738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Diners                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everything about Diners. I love the menu. Who don't love Burgers and Shakes. I love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Juke&lt;/span&gt; Boxes. The checkered floors.  I love it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Stay At Home Housewife's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvTw4j1lBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Px_-pdF4qsY/s1600-h/2750791401_3d92e0c7ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvTw4j1lBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Px_-pdF4qsY/s320/2750791401_3d92e0c7ba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268037025909806098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay- Please do not judge. I am all for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; rights. I just love how the 50's housewife's were portrayed. I love how they tended to their little families and got all pretty before their men got home. I really think a good dose of this would actually do some good... but in order for me to be a proper stay at home housewife... I am going to have to get married first..and then probably get over my fear of the kitchen..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvVLoYYnxI/AAAAAAAAAk8/NDazqqHojNc/s1600-h/1950s_Wurlitzer_juke_box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvVLoYYnxI/AAAAAAAAAk8/NDazqqHojNc/s320/1950s_Wurlitzer_juke_box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268038584934899474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the music of the 1950's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat King Cole- Unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;Dean Martin - That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patti Page - The Doggy In The Window&lt;br /&gt;Frank Sinatra - I've Got The World On A String&lt;br /&gt;Bill Haley and The Comments - Shake Rattle and Roll&lt;br /&gt;The Crew Cuts- Sh Boom&lt;br /&gt;Elvis Presley - Love Me Tender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Everly&lt;/span&gt; Brothers - All I have to do is dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Simpler Times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bg8-lYK3l98&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bg8-lYK3l98&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Elvis&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvYmkbUWOI/AAAAAAAAAlE/WbBSEvl6Ot8/s1600-h/Elvis%2520Presley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvYmkbUWOI/AAAAAAAAAlE/WbBSEvl6Ot8/s320/Elvis%2520Presley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268042346264811746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love me some Elvis. I think I would have been one of those screaming crying girls that crack me up every time I see movies about his life.  As a kid I loved Elvis movies. I thought he was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a fun era to be from.. These 10 things are just the beginning. I didn't even mention the baby boom, life in suburbia, white picket fences, the cool toys, safe neighborhoods, new inventions, and the pursuit of the American Dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-5627384816817997272?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/5627384816817997272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=5627384816817997272' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/5627384816817997272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/5627384816817997272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/11/fabulous-50s.html' title='The Fabulous 50&apos;s'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRvEr7Y_78I/AAAAAAAAAjs/RTLHaBxJUig/s72-c/mamakat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-810755644426928777</id><published>2008-11-11T23:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:21:17.719-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to God. The Crabb Family. He Makes The Sun Rise. Awe.'/><title type='text'>He made the Son rise for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRptHRDnrWI/AAAAAAAAAjk/dTnOPt5AMwk/s1600-h/firedepartmentpics+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRptHRDnrWI/AAAAAAAAAjk/dTnOPt5AMwk/s400/firedepartmentpics+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267642685768314210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I work at a school that is 15 miles from my home. The school in which I teach is right on Eufaula lake.  On most mornings I am speeding down the highway talking to GOD. I am sure that I am a funny sight to people passing by.. just talking away! But I don't care, the morning is my time to just really get lost in prayer. One particular morning I was totally having a pity party. Why me God? Why am I having to wait? What can I do different? God, why does it feel like you are so far away from my situation? Yeah, see. I told you. PITY. PARTY. No one was invited but myself. That was the horrible part. I was basically saying, GOD where are you?  Then I glanced to the right of the highway and I saw the beautiful sun rising up above the lake. I saw the rays skipping across the lake as if they were reaching out to me.. the beauty of it brought tears to my eyes. It was as if GOD was saying to me. I am here. Look at this beautiful morning I have made for you. I am in control. Your needs will be met. It quickly brought a song to memory. It was a song by The Crabb Family. He Makes The Sun Rise - I have looked everywhere for the lyrics but I can't  find them.  But the song was basically a play on words.. God makes the Sun rise for us every morning.. but he also made The SON rise for us. I am totally not doing the song justice. I will keep looking.. I so want to share them with you... But now every morning I make sure that I look out over the lake.. and every morning as I see the sun light dancing on the water.. I smile because I know GOD is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;a border="0" href=" http://angiescircus.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc291/eoberrys/button30.jpg " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-810755644426928777?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/810755644426928777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=810755644426928777' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/810755644426928777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/810755644426928777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-made-son-rise-for-me.html' title='He made the Son rise for me!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRptHRDnrWI/AAAAAAAAAjk/dTnOPt5AMwk/s72-c/firedepartmentpics+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-2166200124070270139</id><published>2008-11-10T23:32:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:04:46.678-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake Shelton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicholas Sparks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lucky One'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veterans Day'/><title type='text'>Thank You/ What Cha' Reading?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRkqeacYOsI/AAAAAAAAAjc/gmMMkqUJY-I/s1600-h/veteransday06-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRkqeacYOsI/AAAAAAAAAjc/gmMMkqUJY-I/s400/veteransday06-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267287941169298114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you to all the men and women who have served and to all of those serving now.. I am forever grateful. You service to our Country is an amazing sacrifice that does not go unnoticed by me. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be warned! Like me, this post is all over the place..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the summer of 1996 someone bought me, The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks. I remember being so into the book. I remember laughing, crying, and hurting with the characters. After this book I was hooked. Soon after I purchased Message In A Bottle (so much better than the movie) and I think I fell in love with his writing style even more.. Since then I have read everyone of his books. I even stalk his website to read about his up and coming books..needless to say, I was super excited when his newest book The Lucky One came out.. &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267271937788797266" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRkb65NI4VI/AAAAAAAAAjM/A7LMDJ2FB-A/s200/207945230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One of my buddies actually bought it for my birthday! Thank You Emily.. Anyway I couldn't jump right into because I was spending my nights with Edward and Bella..but I started reading this book right after finishing The Twilight Series and just let me tell you... I was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;! I can honestly say, I just didn't like it. I kept waiting for it to get better but it never did! Have you ever read a book hoping it would get better? If so, which one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in case your wondering.. My all time favorite Nicholas Sparks book is A Bend In The Road with A Walk To Remember closely following.. I remember being in my dorm room bawling my eyes out during the last 5 chapters of A Walk To Remember. I was miserable..but I loved it! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I love a good book that invokes emotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I am trying to read The Host by Stephanie Myers. I know I know.. It's about Aliens (or something of that nature) and I don't like Aliens (well I love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alf&lt;/span&gt; and ET but, who don't). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eww&lt;/span&gt;, aliens was my first thought.. but I thought I would give it a try &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;, Vampires is what I thought about Twilight and well you all know how obsessed I became with those books.. I will let you know how it turns out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you guys have any book recommendations for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overheard in my classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Child: Teacher, remember my cat?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, I remember you telling me about it.&lt;br /&gt;Child: Well it used to be a girl, but it grew into a boy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh really?&lt;br /&gt;Child: Yeah, you wanna see her? I mean him.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Maybe you can bring a picture for us all to see.&lt;br /&gt;Child: We don't need a picture she's in my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (to myself) Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe some of you don't know who Blake Shelton is..&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 134px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267275329053036018" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRkfASpijfI/AAAAAAAAAjU/lfZKrZ65B-8/s200/Blake%2520Shelton%2520photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nuQPp_g4klA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nuQPp_g4klA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-2166200124070270139?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/2166200124070270139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=2166200124070270139' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2166200124070270139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2166200124070270139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-cha-reading.html' title='Thank You/ What Cha&apos; Reading?'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRkqeacYOsI/AAAAAAAAAjc/gmMMkqUJY-I/s72-c/veteransday06-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-6052410078999546256</id><published>2008-11-10T00:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:54:30.987-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake Shelton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CMT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Me Monday'/><title type='text'>Not Me Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRfPJVYJ5RI/AAAAAAAAAig/hyVOJGHF7eo/s1600-h/NotMeMonday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRfPJVYJ5RI/AAAAAAAAAig/hyVOJGHF7eo/s200/NotMeMonday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266906048497313042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did not have a Extra Large Sugar Free Vanilla Iced Coffee from McDonalds everyday this week. Surely, I did not! I would not totally recommend this drink to everyone I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not refer to Blake Shelton as my boyfriend. I would never do that to my true boyfriend, Rob Lowe. How inconsiderate would that be of me? And not to mention entirely immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so excited about his (you know my boyfriend, Blake) new album. Starting Fires. Due in stores November 18th. And I am not bothered that he pretends to love Miranda Lambert and I am so not excited about their upcoming tour this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldn't watch CMT when filling out My Not Me Monday Post because for some reason, I have a sudden urge to talk about my other boyfriend, Josh Turner..but I will save that for another post..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not so very excited that basketball season started this week! I am not totally nervous about the upcoming game this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have to be so very strict on my diet until Thanksgiving. I cannot even look at a carb. Much less lick any...and I am not even sad about it..ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not totally have a bad blogging week. I did not get totally behind reading all my favorite blogs.. this week and I am not totally sad about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRfPJYNRyTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/uuaZtzgrKKQ/s1600-h/i%27m_loving_your_blog_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRfPJYNRyTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/uuaZtzgrKKQ/s200/i%27m_loving_your_blog_award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266906049256999218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Award Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name 5 things that you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pass along the award to the blogs you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Please link back to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family.&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;I love my church.&lt;br /&gt;I love to laugh. (I could go on and on..but because I love all of you..lol I won't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am passing this award onto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollie @&lt;a href="http://allthingsinmoddy.blogspot.com/2008/11/help-save-our-saturday-nights.html"&gt; All Things In Moddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keli @ &lt;a href="http://dreamimaginelive.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dream Imagine Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacey @ &lt;a href="http://laceyinlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/like-letters.html"&gt;Lacey In Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer @ &lt;a href="http://mylifewithfourkids.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Life With Four Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly @ &lt;a href="http://simplistictreasures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Simplistic Treasures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great big Thank you to Jaime at&lt;a href="http://baldwinhouse.blogspot.com"&gt; Baldwin Bungalow&lt;/a&gt; for giving me this fun award. I am sorry I am just now getting to post about it.. I love it! I love your blog too. I am exciting about reading your blog all through your pregnancy! Thanks again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreamimaginelive.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-6052410078999546256?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/6052410078999546256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=6052410078999546256' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/6052410078999546256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/6052410078999546256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-me-monday_10.html' title='Not Me Monday!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRfPJVYJ5RI/AAAAAAAAAig/hyVOJGHF7eo/s72-c/NotMeMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-7585604579900171188</id><published>2008-11-05T00:19:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:12:06.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Voted</title><content type='html'>This week in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-K we have read the following books. We have talked about the voting process  (as much as you can on  a four year old level). It is funny to hear how the little ones interpret things. Today when I was handing out a project for them to do, one of my little guys said, "Teacher can we vote on this"? I thought it was so funny, but I was also proud because voting made sense to them. They got it! I love all of these books but next time you are in the bookstore read through My Teacher For President by Kay Winters. It is so cute. You will love it. The illustrations are awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRE83P0V7XI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-_0RCICu9q0/s1600-h/39859197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRE83P0V7XI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-_0RCICu9q0/s200/39859197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265056359209364850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRE82ksEa1I/AAAAAAAAAhg/2tYNS14Z_u0/s1600-h/206852056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRE82ksEa1I/AAAAAAAAAhg/2tYNS14Z_u0/s200/206852056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265056347631938386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRE82xAXfjI/AAAAAAAAAho/kXhAuqA-7Mw/s1600-h/206196381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRE82xAXfjI/AAAAAAAAAho/kXhAuqA-7Mw/s200/206196381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265056350938299954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today when the students entered the classroom they were all made to stand in a line and enter the voting booths that we made for them. They looked so cute stepping into the little cardboard boxes. Each was given a ballot and a black crayon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRE_OMvSobI/AAAAAAAAAh4/xa29z91SAQI/s1600-h/votepumpkin+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRE_OMvSobI/AAAAAAAAAh4/xa29z91SAQI/s200/votepumpkin+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265058952543117746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once they made their decision we gave them an I VOTED sticker.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRFAiCkIo7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/zRTjpSOTLAI/s1600-h/votepumpkin+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRFAiCkIo7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/zRTjpSOTLAI/s320/votepumpkin+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265060392920982450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla was the victor it scored 15 points while chocolate scored 11. We will celebrate victory on Friday with a vanilla &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; party! With Sprinkles of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRFCAcJ85RI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mWdf5HXpAyU/s1600-h/button30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 105px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRFCAcJ85RI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mWdf5HXpAyU/s200/button30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265062014698186002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For More &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wordful&lt;/span&gt; Wednesday post &lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thanks to April @ &lt;a href="http://thelifeofmeplusthree.blogspot.com/"&gt;The life of me plus three &lt;/a&gt;and Elaine @ &lt;a href="http://elainecarter24.blogspot.com/"&gt;Matters of The Heart&lt;/a&gt;  for honoring me with this super cute award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRFDDQOFJKI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/r8-nWmlwax4/s1600-h/superior_scribbler_award-216x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRFDDQOFJKI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/r8-nWmlwax4/s200/superior_scribbler_award-216x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265063162545513634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love it. I think it is way super cute. I also think both of the ladies who presented me with this award have great blogs. You guys should head on over and check out what they have to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Post The Award on Your Blog&lt;br /&gt;2. Link to the one(s) who gave it to you. See names above...&lt;br /&gt;3. Link The Original Post Here (Since I have 2, I am skipping this rule, sorry)&lt;br /&gt;4. Pass This Award On To 5 Deserving Friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Post These Rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to present the award to the following ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lionstigersandboysohmy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lions, Tigers, and Boys Oh My&lt;/a&gt; : I just love her. You will too. Click on over and see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wanderingdc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wandering DC&lt;/a&gt;: Super fun blog with entertaining post and sweet comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shellinyourpocket.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shell In Your Pocket&lt;/a&gt;: A blogger who shares some of the exact opinions as me. : ) What a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smarty&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelifeoflindseyd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sweet Simplicity&lt;/a&gt;: A fun filled blog that entertains and takes you along on business trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fromthedeskofmrss.blogspot.com/"&gt;From The Desk of Mrs. S&lt;/a&gt;: A fun blog, with good advice. Girl, I hear ya on the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a horrible blogging buddy for the last week or so. I have been so super busy! I am sorry that I haven't been commenting to all of your blogs in the last few days! Things will calm down within in the week I think.. I hope. I pray. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I have lost another follower. Ugh.  For some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' reason that drives me nuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-7585604579900171188?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/7585604579900171188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=7585604579900171188' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/7585604579900171188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/7585604579900171188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-voted.html' title='We Voted'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRE83P0V7XI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-_0RCICu9q0/s72-c/39859197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-1634855776223751808</id><published>2008-11-04T07:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:13:42.330-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election Day'/><title type='text'>Don't Forget!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRBJBIz-hBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/-ahrVdVIE-Y/s1600-h/ccVote083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264788248290296850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRBJBIz-hBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/-ahrVdVIE-Y/s400/ccVote083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Lord, You value so deeply the qualities of good judgment and discernment, but it is easy for us to lose sight of them. Guide all those who will vote in this year's elections a sense of discernment and sound judgment, and let that discernment in turn bring discerning leaders into office. --Proverbs 3:21 (My son, preserve sound judgment and discernment, do not let them out of your sight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father, You promise to bless us with rejoicing when righteous leaders are in charge. So we ask You for godly, good leaders who will bring joy to those they lead. Do not allow any wicked persons to gain public office in this fall's elections, but only those who will honor You. --Proverbs 29:2 (When the righteous thrive, the people rejoice; when the wicked rule, the people groan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord God, during election time it is easy to get wrapped up in the negative, in fault-finding, criticism and contentiousness. Cause our hearts to be sweet and pure, obediently acting as You want Your children to act, so no one can find fault. In this way, we can shine for you in our darkened world. --Philippians 2:14-15 (Do everything without complaining or arguing, 15so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe 16as you hold out[c] the word of life—in order that I may boast on the day of Christ that I did not run or labor for nothing. 17But even if I am being poured out like a drink offering on the sacrifice and service coming from your faith, I am glad and rejoice with all of you. 18So you too should be glad and rejoice with me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-1634855776223751808?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/1634855776223751808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=1634855776223751808' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/1634855776223751808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/1634855776223751808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-forget.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget!!!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SRBJBIz-hBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/-ahrVdVIE-Y/s72-c/ccVote083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-8445046475713573366</id><published>2008-11-02T23:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:09:26.053-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Me Monday'/><title type='text'>Not Me Monday!</title><content type='html'>Well blogging buddies. I do believe it is that time again! Click on &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;over her&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt; to see what all the fuss is about..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQ6Rr4-2q2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9g1pCh2sT7c/s1600-h/NotMeMonday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQ6Rr4-2q2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9g1pCh2sT7c/s200/NotMeMonday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264305197659106146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been completely neglectful to my blogging friends the last few days. This week was not super crazy..and it did not require my every waking breath for me to get things done. I am way to laid back to ever get worked up over long hours and extensive meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not have to send a student home on the day of our Halloween party due to ugly behavior the day of our class party. I did not cry about it on the way home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Aunt did not show up to help me with my class Halloween Party. They also did not take down all of my Halloween Decorations. My classroom was not immaculate when I left on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not receive my birth certificate in the mail on Friday, get so excited and head straight to the tag office to get my license renewed.  Upon arriving I did not realize that my social security card was not in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wristlet&lt;/span&gt;. I did not have to go back home and dig through several purses. I did not go back to the tag office. Stand in line for thirty minutes only to be told that they do except debit cards but not when renewing your license. I did not call my Mom and asked her to come write a check for me! (there was no way, I was getting out of that line..) After waiting over and hour, I did not get my picture made.. and I did not actually like the way it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Samsung&lt;/span&gt; Delve cellphone this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not purchasing tickets to see the new Oklahoma Thunder NBA team on a night that my beloved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; Suns are playing on purpose. Of course I will be totally rooting for Thunder and not the Suns.  I am not totally excited about this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not almost fall asleep reading my very own set of BORING Not Me Monday Post..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-8445046475713573366?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/8445046475713573366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=8445046475713573366' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8445046475713573366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8445046475713573366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQ6Rr4-2q2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9g1pCh2sT7c/s72-c/NotMeMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-204028395461784930</id><published>2008-10-31T00:05:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:12:44.995-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Story Friday'/><title type='text'>Photo Story Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQqTKnoFpvI/AAAAAAAAAgI/cqvmpB5X2z0/s1600-h/firedepartmentpics+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQqTKnoFpvI/AAAAAAAAAgI/cqvmpB5X2z0/s320/firedepartmentpics+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263180925180946162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wrap up our unit of fire safety, my class and I walked down to the volunteer fire department. It was a really nice day for a walk. The fire department is only 5 blocks from the school.  When arriving at the fire department, we took some class pictures. Don't we all look so cute in our new class shirts? (Okay, I know you guys are sick of hearing about them..) Oh, and if you are wondering..every child got a shirt..Some just didn't wear theirs for some reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firefighter, talked about fire safety. Talked about the truck and the clothes they wear when fighting fires. Then they took every student for a ride around the town. They got to honk the horn and turn on the sirens. The kids were so very impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQqUVh-uvgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/YhHMRco-I2I/s1600-h/firedepartmentpics+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQqUVh-uvgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/YhHMRco-I2I/s320/firedepartmentpics+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263182212155489794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After riding around the town, we came back to the school to grab some lunch and some much needed playing time.. Then the fire truck came back to our school and parked in front of our building so that I could take some more pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQqXvb-7vnI/AAAAAAAAAgY/2DJLgv5Wf2A/s1600-h/firedepartmentpics+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQqXvb-7vnI/AAAAAAAAAgY/2DJLgv5Wf2A/s320/firedepartmentpics+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263185955757211250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kiddos just thought they were so cool. Some of them were really posing. I got some great pictures that I know the parents are going to love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQqYj-mvo9I/AAAAAAAAAgg/kjuF-RNLjQ8/s1600-h/firedepartmentpics+035.jpg99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQqYj-mvo9I/AAAAAAAAAgg/kjuF-RNLjQ8/s320/firedepartmentpics+035.jpg99.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263186858404193234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what caught my eye.. I am thinking this was a major expensive fire truck.. Who knew they had Benz- firetrucks. My kiddos were riding in style..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQqZZQZWNhI/AAAAAAAAAgo/WdEMACpeNEs/s1600-h/firedepartmentpics+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQqZZQZWNhI/AAAAAAAAAgo/WdEMACpeNEs/s320/firedepartmentpics+113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263187773712905746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some reason every child left my classroom wanting to be a firefighter! I wonder why.. These pictures were so funny to take.. The hat and jacket were so heavy.. The kids were having a hard time holding their necks up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQqZ4y_7OQI/AAAAAAAAAgw/hmfYXfT84VI/s1600-h/firedepartmentpics+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQqZ4y_7OQI/AAAAAAAAAgw/hmfYXfT84VI/s320/firedepartmentpics+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263188315577465090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think my kids have a pretty good grasp on fire safety. They learned to get out and stay out. When there is smoke, get low and go. Stop, Drop, and Roll. Firefighters are our friends. Even though they have a mask on they are there to help us. Call 911. They all know the number but the majority of them haven't mastered knowing the number 9. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;, this might be a problem..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQqbWXSRzWI/AAAAAAAAAg4/5d_6pfN2hNU/s1600-h/variouspics+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQqbWXSRzWI/AAAAAAAAAg4/5d_6pfN2hNU/s320/variouspics+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263189923045952866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me today. It is the big Halloween Party and my aid took off. Ugh, Our first party of the year and I am flying solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making a DVD right now to showcase the Fire Department Field Trip. The parents that come to the party will love seeing all the honorary firefighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatworksforus.blogspot.com/2007/06/iphone.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc50/whatworksforus/pfw.jpg" alt="PhotoStory Friday" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by &lt;a href="http://mychaosmybliss.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Cecily&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://whatworksforus.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MamaGeek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQr19fRmwDI/AAAAAAAAAhI/GNhuNKpxYPU/s1600-h/Cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQr19fRmwDI/AAAAAAAAAhI/GNhuNKpxYPU/s320/Cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263289551252013106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! May your candy bags be full and the calories not count. I hope you all are surrounded by those you love on this fun and zany holiday..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-204028395461784930?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/204028395461784930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=204028395461784930' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/204028395461784930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/204028395461784930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-story-friday.html' title='Photo Story Friday'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQqTKnoFpvI/AAAAAAAAAgI/cqvmpB5X2z0/s72-c/firedepartmentpics+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-2130046642533817275</id><published>2008-10-29T22:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:17:12.515-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eyecandy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing Assingment'/><title type='text'>Top 10-Writing Assignment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQk0juzjsKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/tae_yWOfe6E/s1600-h/mamakat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262795428023480482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQk0juzjsKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/tae_yWOfe6E/s200/mamakat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow, the writing assignments this week were tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click on over &lt;/a&gt;to read more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Top Ten Television Shows and Why I love them..&lt;br /&gt;1. Friday Night Ligthts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262791885077957618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQkxVgThS_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/4ch-uswf8uo/s200/0000043639_20071004105203.jpg" /&gt; 2. Desperate Housewives&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262791889080324466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQkxVvNwkXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/WEoLZ91gmSI/s200/2698_1211167556461_300_400.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Lipstick Jungle&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262790941112163378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQkwejwiXDI/AAAAAAAAAeo/QfmT10LBko0/s200/RobertBuckleySunglasses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Grey's Anatomy&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262790942981891074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQkwequUJAI/AAAAAAAAAew/uZHjqJZHa6o/s200/patrick_dempsey09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Grey's Anatomy&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262791881403452610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQkxVSnczMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/8wrBfbpzrm4/s200/1547873406_863a10d7c5_o1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. One Tree Hill&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262791884161559570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQkxVc5CLBI/AAAAAAAAAfY/CesDA66NCHE/s200/0000045317_20080104122420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Gossip Girl&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262791873392727794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQkxU0xi1vI/AAAAAAAAAfI/tcyCXx3_Ma4/s200/chacecrawford300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Ugly Betty&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262790947622044658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQkwe8AnQ_I/AAAAAAAAAfA/U9yTvJIKp8o/s200/eric.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.Brothers and Sisters&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262790944398403234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQkwewACZqI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Sb3ezzwySuY/s200/lowe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. American Idol &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262790936747300530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQkweTf31rI/AAAAAAAAAeg/SWnYO1GAKag/s200/ryanSeacrest_pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my little spin on the "Top 10 List" It was supossed to be witty - but I hope you guys can opt for pretty...(okay, okay good looking) My creative juices just weren't flowing.. I have been trying to come up with some funny top 10 list.. since the assignment was given.. but I couldn't ever get past one..lol. For example:&lt;/div&gt;Top 10 Reasons Not To Take Life Seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. No one gets out alive.&lt;br /&gt;Um, see. That's not funny. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-2130046642533817275?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/2130046642533817275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=2130046642533817275' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2130046642533817275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2130046642533817275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-10-writing-assignment.html' title='Top 10-Writing Assignment!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQk0juzjsKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/tae_yWOfe6E/s72-c/mamakat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-3019114315244167645</id><published>2008-10-29T00:23:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:00:07.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Finished Product</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In yesterdays post, I showed our class shirt design to see it up close.. Scroll down. Well today, was the big print day. My kids were so excited! How cool is it to make your very own shirt? In a four year old's eyes - It is a big deal! I was so ready to document our exciting project and after just a few pictures.. My camera battery died. Ugh. How sad is that? Oh, well I did manage to get a couple of pictures to share with you all. I think they turned out really well. I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQf2r8GeFOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/p8zo6MVrWcE/s1600-h/variouspics+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQf2r8GeFOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/p8zo6MVrWcE/s320/variouspics+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262445924333786338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The printing process was really neat. Each kid got to print their own shirt. This little one was having a hard time reaching! But she managed. She is so cute. Her sweet smile is almost as big as she is..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQf3w65Ho4I/AAAAAAAAAeI/eE7SDUX4C-w/s1600-h/variouspics+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQf3w65Ho4I/AAAAAAAAAeI/eE7SDUX4C-w/s320/variouspics+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262447109420327810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See what I mean? She is such sweet and sassy little one. She is always saying something to crack us up.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQf4yNXfqoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-00Y-gtWSvY/s1600-h/variouspics+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQf4yNXfqoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-00Y-gtWSvY/s320/variouspics+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262448231071066754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the best picture I got of the finished product. As soon as I clicked the picture my battery died. I love the red on the gray. I am very pleased with it! The kids are too. I posted the first print on the wall. They stood around it all throughout the day looking for themselves and their friends. One said, Teacher-This is way easier then Where's Waldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;-Overheard in my classroom-&lt;br /&gt;Boy Child- Teacher, I just went to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Me- Good, did you wash your hands?&lt;br /&gt;Another Child- Did you go #1 or #2&lt;br /&gt;Boy Child- #4 I think. It was a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Me- Trying to not to laugh (failing miserably).&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQf6sFF75MI/AAAAAAAAAeY/_IUT4WtsmtI/s1600-h/button30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 105px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQf6sFF75MI/AAAAAAAAAeY/_IUT4WtsmtI/s200/button30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262450324793976002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For more Wordful Wednesday Post.&lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/"&gt; Click here&lt;/a&gt; to read more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-3019114315244167645?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/3019114315244167645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=3019114315244167645' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/3019114315244167645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/3019114315244167645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/finished-product.html' title='The Finished Product'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQf2r8GeFOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/p8zo6MVrWcE/s72-c/variouspics+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-5395749183622629500</id><published>2008-10-28T00:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:44:37.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class tee hsirt'/><title type='text'>T-Shirt Tuesday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQagme3-03I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/tWXzWQ_Ehlw/s1600-h/teeshirt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQagme3-03I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/tWXzWQ_Ehlw/s400/teeshirt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262069797612344178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the design for our class t-shirt. Just how cute can a t-shirt get? Each student was asked to draw themselves - Don't you just love their drawings? I chose the flag background since it is an election year. The colors of the shirt will be grey with red ink. We are printing them today @ 9:45. I will take some pictures so you guys can see this cool process. Each kid gets to print their very own shirt!They are very excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ordered out basketball shirts today. I am excited to see how they turn out. I love the saying on the back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna play with us...&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be tough!&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna keep up with us....&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be fast!&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna beat us....&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How fun is that? That only thing I am sad about is they are going to be printed on white shirts.. Ugh. Our school colors are Red &amp;amp; White. We usually do red one year, grey the next, then white.. and repeat again and again.. I don't like to look up in the crowd and see all white shirts.. I say we go red every year.. ugh.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQajEcDPTeI/AAAAAAAAAdY/cr_Z2rkfo14/s1600-h/42-17663694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQajEcDPTeI/AAAAAAAAAdY/cr_Z2rkfo14/s320/42-17663694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262072511273586146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I have stated before, Our school mascot is a Demon. Lovely, I know.. but I am used to it and I actually like it.. It fits...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, so I have about 34 of these Devil Rubber Duckies and I need help coming up with an idea... Basketball season is about to start and I want to give each player a little rubber ducky&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQakEG2K6qI/AAAAAAAAAdg/HHGyXS5Ql3U/s1600-h/ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQakEG2K6qI/AAAAAAAAAdg/HHGyXS5Ql3U/s200/ghost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262073605093255842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. Help me come up with some fun wording..pertaining to winning and or basketball..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is making these sucker ghost to present to the ball team on Fri&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQalninoUhI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UNLLrGFCPVU/s1600-h/GhostPopsTemplate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQalninoUhI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UNLLrGFCPVU/s200/GhostPopsTemplate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262075313355510290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;day. This cute little card that I found online will be attached&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to it. I personalized the cards with our school name! My kiddo's love giving the basketball teams treats.. They think it is so cool that the big kids talk to them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned lately how crazy I get about BASKETBALL SEASON? Just 7 more days until our first game! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-5395749183622629500?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/5395749183622629500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=5395749183622629500' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/5395749183622629500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/5395749183622629500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/t-shirt-tuesday.html' title='T-Shirt Tuesday..'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQagme3-03I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/tWXzWQ_Ehlw/s72-c/teeshirt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-3282094231629682513</id><published>2008-10-26T20:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:15:01.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQUWNWX5TRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/frH2oHHULms/s1600-h/NotMeMonday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQUWNWX5TRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/frH2oHHULms/s200/NotMeMonday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261636158252207378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoo Hoo! It's that time again. To join in the fun or to read more.. Click on over to&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; McMama's&lt;/a&gt; blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not take one of my students on the field trip who didn't have a signed permission slip. I did not realize it halfway to our destination and almost hyperventilate the rest of the way there. I did tell on myself immediately upon returning to the school. I did not breathe a sigh of relief when nothing ever came of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not notice that my favorite pair of black pants had a hole in the bottom. I did not put on black panties and wear them anyway. I also did not make a mental note to always wear black panties when wearing these pants instead of throwing them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not just second guess myself by thinking, "should I really write about the color of my panties in my blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not laugh loudly at "Beer for My Horses". I would never go to a movie that required no thinking at all. I did not actually enjoy this simple movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not finish Breaking Dawn. I am not so very sad that it is over. I did not honestly think the other day, "I wonder what Edward and Bella are doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not make my BFF a scrabble tile necklace that says, Hello My Name is Edward Cullen's Girlfriend. (Hello, we are in our 30's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not upset at my aid for taking off this coming Friday. The day of my Halloween party at school. 28 kids. Candy Galore. Sugary Snacks. No nap. Why would I be upset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not just make myself stop doing not Me's.... because my blogging friends - I could go on and on..forever. Believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERHEARD IN MY CLASSROOM&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Child- (Raising her dress above her head). Look Teacher! Shorts under my dress.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That is good but you still need to leave your dress down.&lt;br /&gt;Another Child: My Mom says little girls should always wear shorts under our dresses so boys won't see our panties.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, I think wearing shorts under your dress is a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;Child with shorts on under her dress: I have on shorts, but NO panties!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why? (I don't know why I asked this)&lt;br /&gt;Child with shorts: My moms lazy.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Public service announcement of the day-&lt;br /&gt;Parents of young children. Beware. Your child's teacher knows everything that happens at home. Consider yourself warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-3282094231629682513?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/3282094231629682513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=3282094231629682513' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/3282094231629682513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/3282094231629682513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-me-monday_26.html' title='Not Me Monday!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQUWNWX5TRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/frH2oHHULms/s72-c/NotMeMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-9113635191384509597</id><published>2008-10-25T20:16:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:38:38.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag! I am it! &amp; Thanks So Much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://honestandlasting.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katy Lin &lt;/a&gt;tagged me to play the 5 things game! So here goes nothing....10 Years ago.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261269111224871170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQPIYZpLKQI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jDqtovyfr7o/s200/50337989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;1. I was 22 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was changing my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was nursing a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I was attending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SEOSU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I starting working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fair view&lt;/span&gt; Baptist Daycare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261268512549228770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQPH1jZx0OI/AAAAAAAAAcI/___OdZIIpS8/s200/hand.bmp" border="0" /&gt;5 Things on today's to do list.....&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep In.&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish Breaking Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;3. Make A Scrabble Tile Necklace.&lt;br /&gt;4. Be Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(For the first time in weeks, I have absolutely nothing to do and I am so taking advantage of it. A totally lazy day spent at home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261271578790545154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQPKoCCrRwI/AAAAAAAAAcY/tsYQbQxJy00/s200/5040615-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 5 Snacks I enjoy.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Chips, Salsa, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Guacamole&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Cracked Pepper Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;3. Cheese Sticks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Candy Corn and Peanuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Ding Dongs (I want one so bad, I haven't had one in so very long).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261272764170970882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQPLtB7ZJwI/AAAAAAAAAcg/vGf_CGhcDjw/s200/5-dollars.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;5 Things I would do if I were a millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. Pay of my debt. (student loans and car)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. Pay off Parents and Brothers debt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. A brand new, fully stocked home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. I would give to charity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. Invest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261274862130315474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQPNnJb4QNI/AAAAAAAAAco/i-f49BSjz2k/s200/800px-Map_of_USA_with_state_names_svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5 Places I have lived.....&lt;br /&gt;1. Memphis, TN (well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Millington&lt;/span&gt;, I was born at The Naval Hospital)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hattiesburg&lt;/span&gt;, MS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. Moore, Oklahoma (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hillsdale&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FWB&lt;/span&gt; College)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. Conway, AR (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UCA&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. Small Town, Oklahoma (Home, about 20,000 people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261276253403444194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQPO4IVPc-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Vl4iE7K7IGU/s200/misc-028-small2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;5 Jobs that I have had/ or currently have.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart (just out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Fair view&lt;/span&gt; Baptist Daycare (3 year old class)&lt;br /&gt;3. Receptionist (for my Dad)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. Teachers aide (2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K Teacher (a small rural school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k-12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261277263760722482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQPPy8NMCjI/AAAAAAAAAc4/RPCF9Jouk1o/s200/munsters.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;5 People I am tagging.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://pleasant-drive.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pleasant Drive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://shellinyourpocket.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sandy Toes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.zachandjules.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Life With Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://rebubba12.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Cup Overflows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://akincarroll.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blue-Eyed Bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261280057478483730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQPSVjnaDxI/AAAAAAAAAdA/7dF7KYCRcwI/s200/redpuffyht%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shellinyourpocket.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sandy Toes&lt;/a&gt; gave the I big red puffy heart your blog award to me. Thank You so very much. I big red puffy heart your blog too. 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I am it! &amp; Thanks So Much!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQPIYZpLKQI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jDqtovyfr7o/s72-c/50337989.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-8189764754699691391</id><published>2008-10-23T23:35:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:22:31.936-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Story Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gas Prices'/><title type='text'>GASp Prices...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQFTat8wdRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/XyCnv79VDeM/s1600-h/10-06-08_1605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQFTat8wdRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/XyCnv79VDeM/s320/10-06-08_1605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260577558221583634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ugh! I hate when I look down and I see the GAS light blinking at me. I used to never let it get to this point. I know I know, I have heard it all before.. Letting your gas get this low is bad for your fuel pump.  To be honest with you I just hate that it has been costing me nearly $50 bucks to fill up my Element. I also know that many of you wish that it only cost you $50 bucks to fill up... My job is 15 minutes down the highway. I have to fill up once a week. With the gas prices here lately my gas budget has went from $120 a month to $200 plus.  Folks, that is $80 more dollars then I want to spend..That is $80 dollars that could be put in a purse fund, a perfume fund, a something sparkly for me fund. But No!! Now it is all burnt up driving down the highway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait! What is this? What is happening. Are my eyes playing tricks on me? Is this a cruel joke? When I last went to the gas station.. I couldn't believe my eyes. Gas had went down tremendously. It was like I had ran on to a big sale. I was actually excited to pump gas to see how much I would save... I know, I am a nerd. But I think like this. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQFTOBc9y8I/AAAAAAAAAbw/5noQbsmeO3Q/s1600-h/10-22-08_1753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQFTOBc9y8I/AAAAAAAAAbw/5noQbsmeO3Q/s320/10-22-08_1753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260577340118649794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gas was only $2.34 a gallon. I was crazy excited! Yeah, so not much has happened this week. Squeal in delight with me.  I took out my cell phone, not heeding the warnings of talking on the cell when pumping gas. Which, if it is so important not to do that then why is the warning written in such tiny print? Anyway, back to my previous story...I took these pictures with my phone. That explains the poor quality.. I took them and actually sent them to people. Apparently, it is not this cheap everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQFUgGQprQI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7_eHBYk3XFg/s1600-h/10-22-08_1754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQFUgGQprQI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7_eHBYk3XFg/s320/10-22-08_1754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260578750158449922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After standing there at the pump. Taking pictures and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;. The pump clicked and I looked up to see that I filled my tank up and it was under $30 bucks. It stopped before this but I pumped it even more. I tried to stop at $28.50 but it went to .52 so I had to pump it up to the next increment of 25..okay, so I am a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; but that is also an entirely different post. Now that I am saving money at the gas pump. I can blow it somewhere else! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatworksforus.blogspot.com/2007/06/iphone.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc50/whatworksforus/pfw.jpg" alt="PhotoStory Friday" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by &lt;a href="http://mychaosmybliss.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Cecily&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://whatworksforus.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MamaGeek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-8189764754699691391?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/8189764754699691391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=8189764754699691391' title='83 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8189764754699691391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8189764754699691391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/gasp-prices.html' title='GASp Prices...'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SQFTat8wdRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/XyCnv79VDeM/s72-c/10-06-08_1605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>83</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-5580437625684101847</id><published>2008-10-21T23:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:55:15.757-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordful Wednesday.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Dawn'/><title type='text'>Fanpire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't get around to all of my commenting today. I was a bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; buddy and to top that off I am really not putting a lot of effort into this post. Why? Might you ask...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SP6ujvDx6HI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lfxLC46uXmE/s1600-h/breaking+dawn+029%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SP6ujvDx6HI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lfxLC46uXmE/s320/breaking+dawn+029%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259833343766292594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breaking Dawn! That is the reason.. Every spare minute I got I found myself trying to read a page or two.. but honestly.. I really have mixed emotions about this.. I wanna read it because I wanna know how she wraps it all up... but then I don't want it to be over either. How strange am I? Pretty darn strange, In my title I called myself a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fanpire&lt;/span&gt;. What is up with that? Well folks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all you get from me today.. I am off to read my book.. I know, Horrible. Right?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SP6vR4IEv2I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/68VPLT8p3aY/s1600-h/Breaking-Dawn-twilight-series-1900462-300-300%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SP6vR4IEv2I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/68VPLT8p3aY/s320/Breaking-Dawn-twilight-series-1900462-300-300%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259834136474206050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeah, say a little pray for me. Today is field trip day. Ugh. Me, my aid, and 28 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k kiddo's leaving the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt; of our school...Pray Hard...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SP6xZw3aRUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KKkRUIRRBow/s1600-h/button30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SP6xZw3aRUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KKkRUIRRBow/s320/button30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259836470987474242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wordful&lt;/span&gt; Wednesday post.. &lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/2008/10/wordful-wednesday_21.html"&gt;Click HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-5580437625684101847?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/5580437625684101847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=5580437625684101847' title='83 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/5580437625684101847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/5580437625684101847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/fanpire.html' title='Fanpire.'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SP6ujvDx6HI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lfxLC46uXmE/s72-c/breaking+dawn+029%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>83</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-2055922953640805744</id><published>2008-10-20T23:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:11:17.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Kids &amp; Bloggy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can you not love your job when you get to listen to things like this all day long. Does he not have the cutest voice ever? We learn a nursery rhyme every month. This month we learned Peter Peter. This little guy loves it so much. He is constantly repeating it... I recorded it and burned it to a DVD so that his family could always remember how cute he was in Pre-K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="292" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-98becf738725ee0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D098becf738725ee0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329914676%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76A0BA3AF4791D5899476D1AEDDDBD755A4779E2.164F1A1EACB9C892C6A85D84997F6051AC243924%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D98becf738725ee0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djt1lUy3SxM3t7yK7o_RK1rBlFzQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="292" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D098becf738725ee0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329914676%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76A0BA3AF4791D5899476D1AEDDDBD755A4779E2.164F1A1EACB9C892C6A85D84997F6051AC243924%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D98becf738725ee0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djt1lUy3SxM3t7yK7o_RK1rBlFzQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also sing silly songs all the time. When we were learning about the letter T our silly song was Tiny Tim. I taught it the traditional way. This little guy said, Teacher? Can we rock it out? I said go for it.. and this is what we got.  This is a much calmer version of what we got the first time he sang it rocker style. He kind of got tired of doing it after I had him do it for everyone we passed in the hall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a08e6fe849be5127" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da08e6fe849be5127%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329914676%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD29D60BD602E984E2BD27BDAFB3B706054472A3.10C2BB060A85BC42C6EBFEBB0075B429378FA9F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da08e6fe849be5127%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D75TJStxcy5bLq8JQw65RpRJ3Gzs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da08e6fe849be5127%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329914676%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD29D60BD602E984E2BD27BDAFB3B706054472A3.10C2BB060A85BC42C6EBFEBB0075B429378FA9F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da08e6fe849be5127%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D75TJStxcy5bLq8JQw65RpRJ3Gzs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bissell-kids.blogspot.com/2008/10/award-award-award.html"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt; left me this fun award. I was so excited to receive it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You so very much for passing it on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SP1eQHRnJeI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VFVAKZnVPiA/s1600-h/blogger_award.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SP1eQHRnJeI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VFVAKZnVPiA/s200/blogger_award.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259463570762442210" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;The rules say for me to post this on my blog. Thank the person who sent it to me. Nominate 7 blogs. I love all of the blogs that I follow this is a hard award to bestow...&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03612389037838617767"&gt;Sweet Simplicity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://lifewithinfertility-lisa.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Journey Through Infertility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://kpolk2420.blogspot.com/"&gt;This Crazy Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://grandpooba.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Grand Pooba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://grandpooba.blogspot.com/"&gt;Our Piece of Quite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://lifewith3boysalittlelady.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life With 3 Boys and A Little Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://allthingsinmoddy.blogspot.com/"&gt;All Things In Moddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SP1eQT9SthI/AAAAAAAAAaA/13hGiaJ-YIk/s1600-h/redpuffyht%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SP1eQT9SthI/AAAAAAAAAaA/13hGiaJ-YIk/s200/redpuffyht%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259463574166877714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This cute little award was presented to me by &lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/"&gt;Mamarazzi&lt;/a&gt;. What a sweet heart she is.. I am so excited about all my new bloggy friends and I am loving all this bloggy love..&lt;br /&gt;I am passing this award on to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://mylifewithfourkids.blogspot.com/"&gt; My life with four Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://lionstigersandboysohmy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ruby Red Slippers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://pleasant-drive.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pleasant Drive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://naturallycaffeinatedfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Naturally Caffeinated Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://lanesmiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather Bug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank all of you for faithfully visiting my blog and leaving me great comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-2055922953640805744?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=98becf738725ee0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a08e6fe849be5127&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/2055922953640805744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=2055922953640805744' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2055922953640805744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2055922953640805744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/cute-kids-bloggy-love.html' title='Cute Kids &amp; Bloggy Love'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SP1eQHRnJeI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VFVAKZnVPiA/s72-c/blogger_award.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-1383273722758758189</id><published>2008-10-20T00:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:16:28.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Me Monday'/><title type='text'>Not Me Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPwgOQopl6I/AAAAAAAAAZg/ywkJKKhsDZc/s1600-h/NotMeMonday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPwgOQopl6I/AAAAAAAAAZg/ywkJKKhsDZc/s200/NotMeMonday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259113894217619362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not that time again. Don't &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to check out more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to a family party I did not tell my Mother all about the Twilight Series. I did not go on and on about the love story between these two fictional characters. She did not say explain it to me in detail because I wanna know about it but I don't want to take the time to read it.  I did not die of embarrassment when my Mom did not announce that her daughter was in love with a fictional vampire. Good thing that did not happen to me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my parents were on vacation this past week. I did not call them daily and start the conversation with, "So what have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; bought me?" Instead of asking them how they were.. Of course I am way more considerate then that.. and I am 33 by the way, to old for souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at our local movie theater I did not blurt out, "That Blows" really loud and then turn around to one of the high school students standing there waving. "Hi, Ms. Teacher"! Ugh. Good thing that wasn't me huh? I am always a shining example. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not spit out my drink all over a 4 year old when she told me not to worry. She did not say, "Teacher, don't worry, He didn't kiss me on the lips, He kissed my boobies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the above incident didn't take place, I did not call my class into a group huddle to have a talk about personal boundaries for the 3rd time this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, our town does not have a Hobby Lobby. So my friends and I did not drive all the way to Muskogee (the closest town with one) to look for a certain craft supply that I needed. After not finding them, I did not carry them all over the store. Stop to look at something sparkly. Lay them down. Check out and forget them at the store. No way. Something like that would never happen to me. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not catch a lady in Joann's Fabric rolling her eyes at me because I couldn't remember what I was looking for was called. I did not have to leave the store to keep from saying something. I was not tempted to go back in take care of the rudeness and then pray about it later.  Nope something like this would never ever cross my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not eat four popcorn balls (homemade, not store bought), a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt;, and two hot dogs over this weekend. I am on a major diet and all that above mentioned things would totally be off limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally not dreading weigh in this evening. Nope, because I followed my diet to a T. Um, speaking of T. I did not have two glasses of Sweet Tea today. Nope never. Only water for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not talk to a guy at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart Sunday afternoon for nearly 5 minutes and walk away wondering who He was and how he knew me. I am still not wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not cry when I seen a dead opossum laying on the side of the road this week with it's live baby trying to snuggle with it. It did not totally break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not distracted this morning during Worship because a lady had a COACH purse that was to die for. I did not want to take a picture of it so I could remember exactly what it looked like. I was not disappointed that my camera phone does not have a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not waste my entire fall break doing absolutely nothing and I did not enjoy every single minute of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. And since we are being so totally honest. I am so prepared for my class tomorrow. I have my lesson plans down to a tee.. My arts and craft project is already laid out. My papers are ran off...&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;My fabulous blogging buddy - &lt;a href="http://glamlifehousewife.blogspot.com/2008/10/yummy-giveaway_20.html"&gt;Whitney&lt;/a&gt; is hosting another fab giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;After leaving me a comment : ) Click on over and enter for a chance to win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-1383273722758758189?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/1383273722758758189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=1383273722758758189' title='73 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/1383273722758758189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/1383273722758758189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-me-monday_20.html' title='Not Me Monday!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPwgOQopl6I/AAAAAAAAAZg/ywkJKKhsDZc/s72-c/NotMeMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>73</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-7520336326408015847</id><published>2008-10-18T01:30:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T13:20:45.430-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odds and Ends Tags Awards Give Away Winner'/><title type='text'>Odds and Ends. Tags. Awards. Give Away Winner!</title><content type='html'>First and Foremost.. This is a long post.. Please check it out though.. You just might have a shout out within.. I have so many blogs that I visit daily and that I love.. When I was going back through all the people I had picked, I found myself saying, Oh I wish I would have given it to this person or this person.. until I finally had to give up. It is really hard to pick among all you awesome ladies..and a couple of you guys too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://hihoohio.blogspot.com/"&gt;HiOhOhio&lt;/a&gt;  Here are the rules: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AYH9zTkgsYU/SPXodR3JGII/AAAAAAAAAkA/zDcAsCFGNA0/s1600-h/Pictures+from+Tim+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Go to your Sixth Picture Folder then pick the Sixth Picture.  Pray that you remember the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258927317664296754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPt2iEz6bzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/pSU0ENbJlMg/s320/427367-R1-04-5A_005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture was taken last year. It was when our girls basketball team won the AREA championship. This was a picture of the crowd gathering aound to give high fives and pats on the back. You can see the Coach on the left hand side. He and the team were getting their pictures taken for the newspaper. I am so very excited that Basketball season has rolled around again. It is my favorite.. You all will be seeing many more pictures...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tag: &lt;a href="http://twobsandme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alicia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://wanderingdc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lifewith3boysalittlelady.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ourpieceofquiet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://sassafrasanne.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms. Anne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://learningtobeawife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsey&lt;/a&gt; and I am so excited to play this game so thanks for the tag!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Top Wishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wish I didn't have any bills. (don't we all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish I was at my goal weight, and I wish that I could stay there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish I had a Masters In Education. (I want to go back to school, seriously! I am a nerd.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I wish I owned my own home. I don't like wasting money by being a renter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I Want to Travel to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. France - I love the sights and sounds of Paris portrayed in movies. I wanna kiss someone in a gondola and near the Eiffel tower.. I want to&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; dine at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-FAMILY: courier new; FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Le Auberge Quincy&lt;/strong&gt; off the beaten path near Bastille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chicago - I want to go to Chicago. It is silly I know.. I have never been. I want to go to Tony and Tina's Wedding. I have always thought that it would be fun. I want to go to the top of the Sears tower and see all of the tourist attractions.. I do not wish to see Oprah though... I am no longer a fan..Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Israel - I would love to go to The Holy Land and walk were Jesus walked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fiji Islands - I want to lay around the beautiful beaches all day long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I guess this is where I should say, I am deathly afraid of air travel so I will probably never go to any of these places.. except Chicago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Careers I Want to be Involved in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay at home mom - If I ever get married and have children.. I would like to be a stay at home mom, well at least until my children become school age.. Then I would love to return to the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Student Counselor - I want to work with troubled kids in the school system. I want everyone to have someone rooting for them.. Someone on their side. I wanna be a safe haven for kids who are facing storms in their lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Photographer - I love taking pictures and I love photo editing.. (I am not good at it.. but I still love it...lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Event Planner - I love a good party.. How fun to plan them all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Things I Would Like God to Say to me at the Gates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. "Well done good and faithful servant"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. "I love you"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. "Go ahead and ask me all those questions you have"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. "I have some people I'd like you to meet"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lindsey- I am sorry. I didn't change one.. I would like to hear all the exact same things.. I hope that you don't think I am to much of a copy cat...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four People I Tag:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://shellystories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Smiling Shelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://helpihaveateenager.blogspot.com/"&gt;Insane Mama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://dreamimaginelive.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dream. Imagine. Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://juliesjunction.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julie's Junction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPmORUOLLOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/9HXZncrgt1s/s1600-h/kreativ_blogger_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258390468068846818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPmORUOLLOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/9HXZncrgt1s/s200/kreativ_blogger_award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Someone presented me with this award about a week or so ago. I so meant to give you a shout out on your blog.. and now I can't find the post where I was told that this award had been presented to me. I know that sounds awful and I am truly sorry. I love love love this award. Please let me know so that I can thank you properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;I tag: &lt;a href="http://windlebug.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wendy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://myhome-mylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Home - My life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/"&gt;Solei, All My Kids, &amp;amp; Sandy Toes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPmO95GY5vI/AAAAAAAAAZA/HJAl14I5XEM/s1600-h/i-love-you-this-much-award4%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258391233882547954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPmO95GY5vI/AAAAAAAAAZA/HJAl14I5XEM/s200/i-love-you-this-much-award4%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naturallycaffeinatedfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Naturally Caffeinated Family&lt;/a&gt; gave me this award about a week ago. Someone had presented it to me previously as well.. But I love this award. I think it is so very cute.. Thank You So Much for loving my blog. I love yours too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;I tag: &lt;a href="http://amahoney-amy.blogspot.com/"&gt;In My Life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sondre Lyn&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/"&gt; Livin &amp;amp; Lovin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rebecca-belle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rebecca Jo&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://sassafrasanne.blogspot.com/"&gt;Indefinately definitely&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPmQLCcNE_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/DtMETdyZ3zo/s1600-h/Old-Books-I-Print-C10303396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258392559239894002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPmQLCcNE_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/DtMETdyZ3zo/s200/Old-Books-I-Print-C10303396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lionstigersandboysohmy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ruby Red Slippers&lt;/a&gt; gave me this award and I love it so much. It is so pretty. Thank you so very much for this tag. I too am a reader.. there is nothing like getting lost in a good book.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Pass it on to five other bloggers, and tell them to do the following: Open the &lt;strong&gt;nearest &lt;/strong&gt;book to page 56. Write out the fifth sentence on that page, and also the next two to five sentences...The&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;CLOSEST BOOK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, NOT YOUR FAVORITE, OR MOST INTELLECTUAL!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounded like surrender, like giving up. But who was Caleb fooling? Marriage wasn't a game, some contest in which all the spoils went to the victor. This was supposed to be a joint venture, right? A partnership. And his partner wanted nothing to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireproof, written by Eric Wilson. My friend bought this book for me during my birthday week. The following day we went to the movies to see it. I loved it. I am just now reading the book, I am sure it is spectacular as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://momsinthefishbowl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom In A Fish Bowl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makemineamojito.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Make Mine a Mojito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://learningtobeawife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Learning To Be A Wife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elainecarter24.blogspot.com/"&gt;Matters of The Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hart5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Straight To Your Hart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPmWD5IjWMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2xf5ckhy74Q/s1600-h/Friendship+Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258399033552230594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPmWD5IjWMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2xf5ckhy74Q/s200/Friendship+Award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Elaine @ &lt;a href="http://elainecarter24.blogspot.com/"&gt;Matters of the Heart&lt;/a&gt; presented me with this award and I love it. Thank you so so so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have the same friends since childhood? Yes! I have known the majority of my closest friends since I was in 4th grade. I make new friends where ever I go but my core group of friends I have know forever and I find comfort in that. They are so near and dear to my heart. My family that I have chosen for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. What do you value most about your friends. I value their opinions even if they are different from mine. I value their faith in God. I value their families as if they were my own. I value the trust that we have with each other and I value their loyalty to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;3. Are your friends sounding boards. Yes. When I have something going on.. I may ponder on it for a day or two but when I decide to let it all out, my girls are their waiting and willing to me hash it out. To laugh with me, cry with me or pray with me. God has truly blessed me with a great group of friends. Thank you GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. What is your favorite activity to share with friends. Road Trips for sure. My friends and I go on vacation together. Road trips. Shopping Trips. Church Trips. There is nothing better than the open road, the windows rolled down ( I hate the windows rolled down, it just looked good lol), and a good friend beside you (getting you lost).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://naturallycaffeinatedfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Naturally Caffeinated Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://rebubba12.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rebecca Taylor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://frenchypeedee.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Life, My Hope, My Future&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://yoderlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Our Lives-In a nutshell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pleasant-drive.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pleasant Drive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grandpooba.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pooba&lt;/a&gt; Congratulations. You won the Pay It Forward Prize. Please email your mailing information and I will get the prize to you asap. Don't forget to pay it forward! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Random Number Generator&lt;/h3&gt;This page simply picks a random number, within a range you specify.&lt;br /&gt;For example, to pick a number between 1 and 100, set the &lt;i&gt;Lowest Number&lt;/i&gt; to be 1, and the &lt;i&gt;Highest Number&lt;/i&gt; to be 100.&lt;br /&gt;Then click on &lt;i&gt;Pick a Number&lt;/i&gt; to pick the number. That's it. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you found this useful, consider visiting the main &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Violet Cottage&lt;/a&gt; website. Thanks for visiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The randomly picked number is: &lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="/random/"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lowest Number&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;input value="1" size="5" name="start"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Highest Number&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;input value="42" size="5" name="end"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;input value="Pick a Number" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-7520336326408015847?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/7520336326408015847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=7520336326408015847' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/7520336326408015847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/7520336326408015847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/odds-and-ends-tags-awards-give-away.html' title='Odds and Ends. Tags. Awards. Give Away Winner!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPt2iEz6bzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/pSU0ENbJlMg/s72-c/427367-R1-04-5A_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-6961769004284566953</id><published>2008-10-17T00:01:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:25:42.710-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop corn balls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot pickles'/><title type='text'>Popcorn Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPgrmavbsmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Lo3CQnKDZH4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPgrmavbsmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Lo3CQnKDZH4/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258000503968346722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A parent sent popcorn balls to school for her child's snack day. I was so very excited because Popcorn Balls brought back great memories to me.. My aunt made the best popcorn balls ever. I was hoping that the kids enjoyed them as much as I did when I was there age... But there was a huge problem. These things were as hard as a rock and tasted nothing like I remembered. I reluctantly passed them out and began to take pictures of all the hilarious faces they were making as they tried to eat these rocks.. their teacher gave them.. One of the said, "Silly Teacher, this isn't funny, I am hungry."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPgtWIJiN8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/gCdSodKY0Ts/s1600-h/DSC01733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPgtWIJiN8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/gCdSodKY0Ts/s320/DSC01733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258002423122900930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPgtVsW-PKI/AAAAAAAAAYU/fh8b8f9etIQ/s1600-h/DSC01730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPgtVsW-PKI/AAAAAAAAAYU/fh8b8f9etIQ/s320/DSC01730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258002415663070370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so far so good. Not to many problems going on right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPgr1wPNnXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/SVAT2uvdU_U/s1600-h/DSC01731.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPgtV5XT78I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Q9klD7cpfIk/s1600-h/DSC01734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPgtV5XT78I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Q9klD7cpfIk/s320/DSC01734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258002419154153410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Then it started to get a little harder. Look at their scrunched up noses and squinty eyes. They were seriously trying to get a good bite... It just wasn't happening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPgtWQu6a_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/bP2aM3jxjBY/s1600-h/DSC01740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPgtWQu6a_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/bP2aM3jxjBY/s320/DSC01740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258002425427160050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I haven't laughed so hard in such a long time.. I loved how hard they were trying to eat these things I really talked up.. I told them how much I loved them when I was a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up throwing the popcorn balls over the fence.. I am sure the squirrels were happy.. If they didn't break their teeth.. I pulled out the ever faithful graham crackers and all was right with the world again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first snack catastrophe that I have had in my classroom.. One month not everyone sent snack so I went to the store to refill the snack cabinet.. I picked up a jar of pickles. I thought that would be fun.. You know that big ones you get at the movies.. Well one week when we were studying the letter "P" I pulled out the pickles and my aid began wrapping them in napkins and passing them out.. One kid yelled, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Yowee&lt;/span&gt; Teacher, these are hot! I thought he was just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; we weren't eating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;oreos&lt;/span&gt;.. I said, "No they are not, sit down and eat your snack." Then all the kids starting saying teacher these are so hot. I looked at one little guy and his eyes were watering. I picked up the jar and lo &amp;amp; behold, in the smallest print I had ever seen the words &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;very hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; were written above Dill Pickles.. I felt so horrible.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatworksforus.blogspot.com/2007/06/iphone.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 202px; height: 130px;" src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc50/whatworksforus/pfw.jpg" alt="PhotoStory Friday" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by &lt;a href="http://mychaosmybliss.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Cecily&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://whatworksforus.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;MamaGeek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day to enter my Pay It Forward Giveaway.. &lt;a href="http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/pay-it-forward-with-random-acts-of.html"&gt;To enter click HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPgiuECQY2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/eFCLCJYUn1M/s1600-h/DSC01730.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-6961769004284566953?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/6961769004284566953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=6961769004284566953' title='89 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/6961769004284566953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/6961769004284566953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/popcorn-balls.html' title='Popcorn Balls'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPgrmavbsmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Lo3CQnKDZH4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>89</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-7431188032052962108</id><published>2008-10-15T23:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T01:04:40.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cabin 7 girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute Preachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing Assingment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pranks'/><title type='text'>Attention Please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPbJ79ZPwoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/CPWwUDI6paM/s1600-h/mamakat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257611646931550850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPbJ79ZPwoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/CPWwUDI6paM/s200/mamakat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love Thursdays Blog Post. It is fun to be given a topic to write about. If you are interested you can check it out at: &lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mama's Losin It&lt;/a&gt;!! 4 prompts were given and I chose to write about the follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall a time when you did something to get noticed. Write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I were always doing something to get noticed. We were a loud and crazy bunch of girls. We were always up to something and the more attention we got the better.. Our favorite time of year was when church camp rolled around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every June, we would pack up way to much stuff and head to Kamp Kiamiciah. On the way to camp we would all pray for a cute evangelist (we were super spiritual). One particular summer our prayers were answered. The young preacher was so good looking and he brought a friend. They had barely rolled into camp and all of us cabin 7 girls were in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As, I mentioned before, we were a loud and crazy bunch of girls. While we were loved, we were closely supervised because everyone knew we were always up to something. In attempt to get the cute preachers to notice us, we decided to revert back to our elementary days.. We decided picking on them would be the best way to get noticed. We declared a prank war! What a way to get their attention huh? I am sure they were not thinking good things about us as they sank into their water filled beds, or when Easter egg dye was put into their shower nozzles, or coolers of red kool-aid were being thrown on them. The pranks that we pulled on them were all out in the open. Everyone clearly knew who were behind them all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't stop there.. We decided if we could pull off the best pranks, that the cabin 7 girls would go down in camp history and our names would be forever etched in the cute preachers minds. We were so dramatic. We schemed and planned every free minute we got. We were armed with all the prank essentials, toothpaste, honey, saran wrap, ketchup packets, toilet paper, eggs. We had declared war against the entire camp. Looking back, I will admit we took it a bit far, but how was I supposed to know that pouring a whole bottle of baby powder into a window fan would send a visiting missionary from Africa to the emergency room? I chalked it up as a learning experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no. A camp meeting was called. Everyone to the tabernacle immediately. The cabin 7 girls all grabbed hands and skipped to the meeting. We had a feeling that we knew what it was about.. but we decided to play dumb. We were right - THESE PRANKS HAVE GOT TO STOP...that is pretty much all I heard.. after that it started sounding like blah blah blah blah to me. After the meeting we headed back to our cabin to devise yet another plan. Operation, prove our innocence. We decided to toilet paper our own cabin. Genius right? If a prank like this was pulled on us, surely we weren't the ones doing all the pranks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that night as if it were yesterday.. It was so very dark and all the cabin 7 girls could barely contain our excitement. It was hard to work at hushed tones. When we were finished we quickly got back into our bunks and laughed ourselves to sleep. The next morning, we were outraged? Who would do this to us? We were totally shocked (wink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to cool it for a few days, with the pranks. We just started following the preachers around. Laughing at all their jokes, acting interested in what they were into. You know all that pathetic stuff.. you do when you are young and totally immature..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night @ camp was is talent night. All the cabins sign up to perform certain songs, skits, etc. The last skit of the night were the two preachers. They said, they needed some volunteers. Several people raised their hands but no one from cabin 7. But somehow, we were the ones who ended up on the stage.. They told us that we had to stand perfectly still and they were going to wrap us in toilet paper. They were talking the whole time they were wrapping us. When we were completely wrapped from head to toe. They said, since we had already toilet papered our own cabin, they would just toilet paper us. Ugh. How did they know? We thought we were so sly. Then it got extremely quite. I knew something was up so I tried to make a get away but before I knew it, they were throwing water on us. Ugh. Wet toilet paper. We ran screaming after them. They were laughing saying they got the last laugh. The horn was blown. That was the call to return to your cabins. We entered our cabin and it was completely destroyed. But were we mad? Nope, we thought it was cool that the cute preachers had touched our stuff. We were pathetic I tell you.. pathetic. Oh, yeah. We still don't know what they thought when they entered their room but I bet it was something like this, Ugh!!! We just thought we got the last laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We most certainly got their attention that summer. I bet they can't look back on that summer camp without us cabin 7 girls entering their minds... but I am sure it is not thoughts of love, or admiration. More like thorns in their sides, BRATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. That summer we were 17. The next year we were all going to be 18 and camp counselors. It just so happened that year they changed the camp counselor age to 21. Do you wonder why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-7431188032052962108?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/7431188032052962108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=7431188032052962108' title='65 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/7431188032052962108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/7431188032052962108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/attention-please.html' title='Attention Please...'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPbJ79ZPwoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/CPWwUDI6paM/s72-c/mamakat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>65</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-9165098142251481145</id><published>2008-10-14T23:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:13:04.962-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordful Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all just let me say, I have no business being in an early childhood classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask? I have the weakest stomach ever. Boogers, Snot, Accidents, and Sick Kids make my tummy all kinds of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;queasy&lt;/span&gt;. You would think that after five years I would totally get used to it. Nope, not me. While, I love Fall.. I do not love the beginning of sick season. I just get worked up thinking a kid could be sick. I would be mortified to get sick at school due to my weak stomach. Since my kids rarely make it to the trash can....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257237051800422514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPV1PpyWCHI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QzSpsTwXQxc/s320/trash%2520can.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPV1PpyWCHI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QzSpsTwXQxc/s1600-h/trash%2520can.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or to the bathroom...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257237178511922082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPV1XB0uE6I/AAAAAAAAAV8/LzPBfjDoILE/s320/2AM+030.jpg" /&gt;This my friend, is a teachers best friend. When one of my little dears loses their lunch.. I grab the quick absorb. Squeeze my eyes shut and start shaking the container in the general vicinity. All the while, my stomach is turning flip flops and I am bargaining with GOD. Please, let this pass please let this pass... Some how this stuff hides the smell and quickly absorbs it. Then the janitorial staff will come and take care of it.. then I spray the lysol and Fabreeze like a crazy woman...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPVwtQJNL2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/HjaesuDTgS0/s1600-h/2942952765_b464fe3cf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257232062754926434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPVwtQJNL2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/HjaesuDTgS0/s320/2942952765_b464fe3cf4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See, my friends, that is exactly why I have no business being in an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;early childhood&lt;/span&gt; classroom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Things, I thought I would never hear myself say:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ME: Please, get your meat off your head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ME: Don't scratch your friends rear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ME: Please tell me you didn't get that gum from under the bleachers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reasons, I belong in an early childhood classroom:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love that they love me. I love them too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love the excitement they have for everything..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;introducing&lt;/span&gt; them to new things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love getting messy with paints.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love singing silly goofy songs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love dancing and laughing with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love their innocence and I try to protect it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love that they go home at 3 and their parents have to deal with them after a day full of activities and a sugary afternoon snack..( you love me for my honesty right)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More to come... I am sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257241708011200258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPV5erhgHwI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_dr8cR9sSnw/s320/button30.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more Wordful Wednesday Post &lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/2008/10/wordful-wednesday.html"&gt;Click over here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget my&lt;a href="http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/pay-it-forward-with-random-acts-of.html"&gt; Pay It Forward &lt;/a&gt;giveaway! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-9165098142251481145?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/9165098142251481145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=9165098142251481145' title='73 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/9165098142251481145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/9165098142251481145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/wordful-wednesday_14.html' title='Wordful Wednesday'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPV1PpyWCHI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QzSpsTwXQxc/s72-c/trash%2520can.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>73</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-8783046887995393181</id><published>2008-10-13T22:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:46:10.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pay It Forward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Acts of Kindness'/><title type='text'>Pay It Forward, With Random Acts of Kindness, Give Away.</title><content type='html'>About a week ago, I won a Pay It Forward Gift from &lt;a href="http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Livin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lovin&lt;/span&gt;. I won the cutest little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wrist let&lt;/span&gt; ever. Upon winning the pay if forward giveaway you have to keep it going. I thought it was such a fun concept and it is totally something that I am in to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256862677358628514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPQgwMT4TqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/pkyCahfV2fQ/s320/giveaway.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love totes. It may be the teacher in me, but for some reason.. I just love them. Don't get me wrong. I love a good purse and I buy them often.. but I also buy totes all the time.. I fell in love with this cute whimsical design... I love it so much but I want to pass it along to one of you.. There will also be a small prize inside.. I love a good giveaway, but I love a surprise as well..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are the rules. This is a Pay it forward give away. So before you enter to win please know that you in turn need to do something similar on your blog! To enter just leave a comment telling me a random act of kindness you plan to do today or this week. For another entry post about this pay it forward giveaway on your blog (just let me know if you do).. and for another entry... tell of a random act of kindness that someone has shown you. I will put all entries into a drawing and I will pick the winner randomly (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; a drawing) on Friday evening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listed below are some random acts of kindness.. Just to give you some ideas... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good Luck! And spread a little love through Random Acts of kindness!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Write a note of appreciation to your mailman.&lt;br /&gt;Compliment a stranger sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;Write a thank you note to someone.&lt;br /&gt;Look for something around you that can be fixed up, picked up, or attended &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;, put shopping carts up, pick up some trash laying around, pick up something that has fallen over.&lt;br /&gt;Send handmade cards or a letter to someone you care for.&lt;br /&gt;Write a note to management or someone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;them self&lt;/span&gt; who has treated you nice while doing their job (waiter, clerk, sales person...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;When you go somewhere to get or do something, ask someone around you if you can pick up, drop off or do something for them while you do.&lt;br /&gt;Cut coupons out and leave them at the grocer register for others.&lt;br /&gt;Cut an article out of the newspaper that would interest a friend and mail it to them.&lt;br /&gt;Leave have a nice day stickers at a front desk.&lt;br /&gt;Put together a writing kit with stationery, envelopes and stamps, pen and give to hospital/nursing home.&lt;br /&gt;Put a comment on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;web page&lt;/span&gt; that you really like...... let them know you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;Send a card to someone in the military overseas.&lt;br /&gt;Start a conversation up with a co-worker that you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Leave something cheery or nice for all your co-workers (in spring bag of seeds, fun post its, fun office supplies).&lt;br /&gt;Put change in a row of vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;Visit a nursing home. Spend time visiting with someone who doesn't get visitors.&lt;br /&gt;Put something you no longer need on Craig's list free spot for your area.&lt;br /&gt;Leave a book you have already finished somewhere for someone else to read.&lt;br /&gt;Drop off a toy or game at a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Drop off a toy or game at a homeless shelter.&lt;br /&gt;At post office leave some extra stamps at the stamp machine.&lt;br /&gt;Send a picture you have taken which includes a friend and send it to them with a note remembering when it was taken.&lt;br /&gt;Buy a phone card and give to a homeless shelter for them to give to someone.&lt;br /&gt;Open the phone book, pick a name, and send them something (movie tickets, thank you card, you are appreciated card, book, etc.) anonymously.&lt;br /&gt;Take flowers to a hospital ward and give them to someone who hasn't had any visitors.&lt;br /&gt;Take some cake, chocolates, flowers etc. to the neighbors, or a senior citizen nearby&lt;br /&gt;Send someone a small gift anonymously.&lt;br /&gt;Make a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt; of your favorite songs and give to a friend&lt;br /&gt;Donate one hour of your time if you offer a service for a living, or one product, or one seminar, or one class, or just one of whatever it is that you do as a gift to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Invite someone who is alone over for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Share a comic strip or something funny with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Leave a chocolate for a co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;write a note, send a e-greeting "just to say hello" to someone who might need a pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;Visit hospitals with smiles, treats and friendly conversation for patients.&lt;br /&gt;Send a thank you to the employees at a hospital, or anywhere else that a cheerful thank might add a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Write a thank-you note to a person from your past who has made a difference in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Drop off a plant, flowers or apple pie at a public service &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;organization&lt;/span&gt; or your neighbors house.&lt;br /&gt;Send someone an animated greeting card on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Write a note to the boss of someone who has helped you, praising the employee.&lt;br /&gt;Drop off teddy bear to police department to give to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;traumatized&lt;/span&gt; children.&lt;br /&gt;Drop a few coins in an area where children play, where they can easily find them.&lt;br /&gt;Copy a favorite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt; and give it to someone.&lt;br /&gt;Buy a copy of your favorite book and donate it to your local library or hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Write letters of appreciation to groups who are helping the community, the environment, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Send a card to a friend or relative you haven't seen for some time. Include a photo of yourself and/or your family.&lt;br /&gt;Make a point of introducing yourself to someone you see all of the time but never say hello to.&lt;br /&gt;Send an anonymous scratch card, lottery or theatre ticket to someone you know - or a gift voucher, a funny card, a chocolate bar, or whatever you feel they would enjoy&lt;br /&gt;If you know someone who is having a hard time financially, pop a $5, $10 or $20 note in an envelope, disguise your writing or type the envelope, and post it to them.&lt;br /&gt;Offer to baby sit&lt;br /&gt;Donate clothes to goodwill&lt;br /&gt;Put change in a charity change bottle&lt;br /&gt;Bring cookies or some snack to work for office&lt;br /&gt;Drop off cookies at a random establishment&lt;br /&gt;Tape some change to a payphone with a card saying it is for whoever needs it&lt;br /&gt;Write anonymous, loving post-its for strangers to find.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-8783046887995393181?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/8783046887995393181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=8783046887995393181' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8783046887995393181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8783046887995393181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/pay-it-forward-with-random-acts-of.html' title='Pay It Forward, With Random Acts of Kindness, Give Away.'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPQgwMT4TqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/pkyCahfV2fQ/s72-c/giveaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-8605920214692076042</id><published>2008-10-13T00:06:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:03:41.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OU Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Me Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fireproof'/><title type='text'>Not Me! Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256500646002702370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPLXfMaaOCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/9MqYbae75uQ/s200/NotMeMonday.jpg" /&gt;Yeah, It is time for Not Me! Monday again. To join in the fun click on over &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/2008/10/not-me-monday.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see more.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not have the most fabulous Birthday Week ever. My family and friends did not totally bless me above and beyond what I deserved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not eat out twice this weekend and pray the calories would not effect weigh in Monday. I did not do this because everyone knows that calories still count even if it's your birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one of the places I did not go, I did not wish that I had only ordered lettuce wraps and nothing else. Because how silly is it to order just an appetiser?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256502801884008306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPLZcrskT3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/Lq-m_kIxScE/s320/bdayweekend+022.jpg" /&gt;One of the other places we did not eat at this weekend was Red Robin. While we were not there, we did not absolutely love the freckled lemonade. It was not super yummy. We also did not walk out of there with 4 of those fun glasses. We didn't ask the waitress if we could buy some.. and she did not say YES.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256504112924311106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPLao_s7vkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/MQJD9DFtg4o/s320/bdayweekend+025.jpg" /&gt;We also didn't have their Mile High Mudd Pie. Because that would be way to many calories. And if we did order it. We most definitely wouldn't be able to finish it. It would be totally wasted.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256505750294984498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPLcITYhdzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/TWkurNDvx0A/s320/bdayweekend+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256505754959155794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPLcIkwjElI/AAAAAAAAAVM/l-WFULKrNYg/s320/bdayweekend+028.jpg" /&gt; I did not make myself refrain from entering Saks Fifth Avenue and the Coach Store in while in Utica Square. When I am trying to stick to a budget, I do not have to refrain from places of this nature because I have impeccable self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256506561303821570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPLc3goGPQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hhdeSvu709g/s320/post-92-1157539051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not hug a sales lady not once, but twice, while I was shopping for a new pair of Jeans. She did not tell me that I was just to darn cute.. I would never hug a stranger just because she was kind and went out her way to be extremely helpful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not tell her that she could trust my BFF because after completing her 30 day program she was completely cured of her shop lifting tendencies.. because I would never joke around like this.. I would never make up crazy stuff about my friend and blurt it out for the whole store to hear while they were allowing her to use a staff only restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the hugging, and the talking I did not leave the store empty handed only to realize that I would have to order them online because they did not have petite in the color that I wanted. I did not grumble about my short legs. I did not wonder if the sales lady wished she could take her hugs that she initiated back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not hate that OU lost to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not let my licence expire because that would be a big stinkin' mess. I did not find this out while attempting to get a new cell phone. Did you know that if this would have happened they wouldn't even let me get a new phone with an expired license? Did you also know that in Oklahoma..if you let your licence expire you have to present your birth certificate and about 36 other documents to get a new one. Good thing I haven't lost my Birth Certificate : ( Good thing it doesn't cost 27 dollars to get a new one within a week. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-8605920214692076042?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/8605920214692076042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=8605920214692076042' title='73 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8605920214692076042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8605920214692076042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-me-monday_13.html' title='Not Me! Monday'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SPLXfMaaOCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/9MqYbae75uQ/s72-c/NotMeMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>73</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-5788738794599407718</id><published>2008-10-09T23:36:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:31:54.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Obsession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love children's literature. I am obsessed. I am addicted. And my dealer is cheap. So you see the problem will only get bigger.. I send home book orders every month. Yes, I will not apologize. I am one of those teachers... I get so excited when the book order arrives in our classroom. I hate getting them in the morning because I become so distracted. I have asked the office to please deliver boxes to my classroom after lunch..my class deserves a non distracted teacher... After lunch when my class is gone to PE.. I dive into the box of delightful children's literature..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255379959343725122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SO7cOpRjukI/AAAAAAAAATs/J4ueA7l7MCI/s320/2.jpg" /&gt; I love the smell of new books, the look, the feel. My senses explode as I touch every book. I flip casually through all the pages.. Sometimes, I break out in show tunes.. Oh, What a wonderful morning, Oh what a wonderful day, plenty of new books are headed my way... I kid, I kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255379957672320594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SO7cOjDEHlI/AAAAAAAAAT0/uCUHGUx7taA/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;Aren't they beautiful. Don't you want to touch them all? To read them.. This is actually a very small order for my class..We usually get 3 boxes. This time it all came to us in one box..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255379962377920450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SO7cO0k938I/AAAAAAAAAT8/NSqoAmN_wTA/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;See, I told you it was a small order. Their are 28 kids in my class and only this many people ordered.. See the big pile in the back? Um, the one that is not spread out but stacked up. 17 books. It's not the bad right? Who could pass up such cheap books. The majority of them are under 5 dollars. I went to B&amp;amp;N a few weekends ago and spent $27 dollars on two books..&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255379961826598530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SO7cOyhhXoI/AAAAAAAAAUE/whjdPkBQflY/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;Look at one of the treasures that was waiting for me, as I opened up the box. Oh, how I love David Catrows illustrations. They are so colorful and fun.. This is a book of poetry that teaches manners! Isn't the cover so stinkin' cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have several children's books that are my favorite. Some of them are Llama Llama Red Pajama. The Quilt makers Gift, Stand Tall Molly Lou Mellon, and The Wide Mouth Frog. I also love different versions of The Gingerbread Man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is your favorite children's books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255397179062877394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SO7r49uh_NI/AAAAAAAAAUk/07D6YBdX7j0/s400/pfw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To check out more photostory Friday post... &lt;a href="http://whatworksforus.blogspot.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Okay, All you creative ladies.. I need your help. Basketball season is upon us and I love to do things for our basketball team. This is my fifth year at this school so all the things that I have done.. Have been done before.. I need some ideas please.. Some things I have done in the past are... Our Team Is Red Hot- Red hots - Go Big Red - with a pack of big red. Blow Away The Competition - Blow Pops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You guys are all that and a bag of chips - Chips Play Smart - Smarties Mighty &amp;amp; Mean Demonettes Score Big - Score Bars Crunch The Competition - Crunch Bars Wipe Out The Competition - Toilet Paper etc. That is just a small sample but I need more Ideas.. please please share some with me... Oh, and if you can't think of any right now.. come back later.. the season last through March.. Oh, our school colors are red and white. Our mascot is a Demon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255388857052082466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SO7kUj0isSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/YtHnWq2fQ7A/s400/Kayaa.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I made this for our girls team last year and my kids handed them out as Valentines. The team loved it and so did my little guys. They thought it was so cool to be hanging out with the big kids.. _________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255394733023143218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SO7pqlhNpTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9d2lW7Xv3Ms/s400/2919627737_01b769d0c1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Look what I found.. I was digging through some pictures at my parents house the other day..and I came across this.. I have wanted to post it all week but I waited until today. And how fitting, since it is my 33rd Birthday. The little tag that was taped on the end of my hospital nursery crib... I thought it was a fun keepsake. It was turning a little yellow so I scanned it, so it would be forever preserved. My Mom's name is Lawanna. Not Lawanda. It is weird to see it written out.. even if were spelled correctly... It's not familiar.. for my Mom has never gone by that name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Friday, My dear bloggy friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-5788738794599407718?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/5788738794599407718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=5788738794599407718' title='90 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/5788738794599407718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/5788738794599407718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/obsession.html' title='Obsession.'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SO7cOpRjukI/AAAAAAAAATs/J4ueA7l7MCI/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>90</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-4210798624407419004</id><published>2008-10-09T00:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:06:17.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Gone By</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255021543838088018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SO2WQHd-e1I/AAAAAAAAATc/4GWWdaiWpHA/s200/mamakat.jpg" /&gt;It is Thursday and guess what that means? You giving up already? It is time to join in the fun at &lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mama's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Losin&lt;/span&gt;' It &lt;/a&gt;Blog. On Wednesday she post the writing prompts and we get to choose one or two.. Sounds fun huh? Click on over to join in the fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prompts:1.) my 10 biggest fears.2.) When I'm upset...3.) Weave a poem that contains all these lines (in no particular order): "I tie the ribbon in a foolish way", "the delicious fragility of this travesty", "where we still laugh and wish".4.) Write about a memory related to a holiday. I choose #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurriedly, I tie the ribbon in a foolish way.&lt;br /&gt;The demands of the day are calling.&lt;br /&gt;In passing, I glance into the mirror. I pause.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at me, I see a different version of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Wisp of hair falling from the ribbon, remind me of my youth.&lt;br /&gt;Days gone by, sweet memories flood my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adulthood, the dream of every child,&lt;br /&gt;comes way to fast. It's made to look sweet.&lt;br /&gt;A yummy treat. Yours to be had with age.&lt;br /&gt;But when did I start sinking into the delicious frailty of this travesty?&lt;br /&gt;When did adulthood over take my life?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the care free child of my youth?&lt;br /&gt;The girl with ribbons in her hair and a song in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;The adventurous one who didn't plan, or save, or worry?&lt;br /&gt;Where did she go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turn from the mirror - I wipe away the tears.&lt;br /&gt;Tears that fell while mourning for the days gone by.&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is still hopeful because deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;there is a place where we still laugh and wish.&lt;br /&gt;A place that keeps me young at heart when I take&lt;br /&gt;the time to heed to its call.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;This little girl is in my class. Isn't she adorable? Don't you just want to squeeze her? She is always smiling and is always cracking us up. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SO2bHDTQWsI/AAAAAAAAATk/mN9Q1NZy4YI/s1600-h/Prek2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255026885658696386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SO2bHDTQWsI/AAAAAAAAATk/mN9Q1NZy4YI/s320/Prek2008+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I missed you when you left early yesterday. I was gone to the office so I didn't get to give you a goodbye hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: I missed you too. I got a sucker and a sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did you go to the Doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What did the Doctor say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Um, No More Monkey's Jumping On The Bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is that? My aid and I cracked up. She is always saying something funny. The funny thing is she is totally serious. Just one of the many joys of my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-4210798624407419004?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/4210798624407419004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=4210798624407419004' title='55 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4210798624407419004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4210798624407419004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/days-gone-by.html' title='Days Gone By'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SO2WQHd-e1I/AAAAAAAAATc/4GWWdaiWpHA/s72-c/mamakat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>55</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-3880281331419921062</id><published>2008-10-08T17:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:40:56.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='followers'/><title type='text'>Hmmpff.</title><content type='html'>Last night I had 49 followers. Today I have 48. Just like that without warning - someone quit following my blog. I know it's really no big deal but I wish they had to state a reason why leaving. Okay, so my post today wasn't all that great.. It didn't merit any laughs.. but sheesh can't a girl have an off day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my faithful 48. Thanks for sticking around. I will try to be a better blogger tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-3880281331419921062?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/3880281331419921062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=3880281331419921062' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/3880281331419921062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/3880281331419921062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmmpff.html' title='Hmmpff.'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-8284235583395577323</id><published>2008-10-08T00:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:42:32.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordful Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugh'/><title type='text'>Wordful Wednesday - Kinda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOxHmSv13II/AAAAAAAAATU/12IUb2K5Dbk/s1600-h/button30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOxHmSv13II/AAAAAAAAATU/12IUb2K5Dbk/s320/button30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254653588427627650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/2008/10/wordful-wednesday-roof.html"&gt;Angie's&lt;/a&gt; Blog for more Wordful Wednesday Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always post my blog for the next day the night before because I don't have time in the mornings and I am at school all day until 3:30. While my students are at Gym and Nap. I get to visit other blogs and post comments.. This is how I have always done it and I have never had a problem up until now. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly how I feel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOxFksVLp1I/AAAAAAAAATM/KclnNoVQFts/s1600-h/ist2_1789987-child-screaming-and-throwing-a-fit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOxFksVLp1I/AAAAAAAAATM/KclnNoVQFts/s320/ist2_1789987-child-screaming-and-throwing-a-fit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254651361912137554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to upload my Wordful Wednesday Post 3 Times. It was full of pictures and a little confession but it would never post. I am so stinkin' aggrivated. I sat down to write this post @ 10:46 and now it is 12:33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my wordful wednesday post. I said, Kinda because I didn't take this picture myself. I am not sure if that is a rule or not. Has this ever happend to you guys? The pictues that I post will not show up when I am working on the post.. Only the HTML code is showing up and that makes it very hard to move the pictures around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end this gripey post on a happy note! Click on over to my Bloggy Friend &lt;a href="http://wanderingdc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan's place&lt;/a&gt;. She is hosting her first give away ever! It is a fun one..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-8284235583395577323?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/8284235583395577323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=8284235583395577323' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8284235583395577323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8284235583395577323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/wordful-wednesday-kinda.html' title='Wordful Wednesday - Kinda!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOxHmSv13II/AAAAAAAAATU/12IUb2K5Dbk/s72-c/button30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-7801416428934499472</id><published>2008-10-06T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:50:10.842-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Lane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hoff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Making Babies'/><title type='text'>Make Me Babies Dot Com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOrjCk8_-HI/AAAAAAAAARc/laFCcSdgf7w/s1600-h/hoff102433yv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254261548699875442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOrjCk8_-HI/AAAAAAAAARc/laFCcSdgf7w/s320/hoff102433yv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In a previous post, I had mentioned that I was going to try the makemebabies.com out on my parents to see what would happen.. And tonight.. I did just that! I will let you guys decide if the babies resemble me or not... But first I should let you know the quality of men that I chose to make babies with.. I nearly spit my drink out when I was reading my comments.. &lt;a href="http://mylifewithfourkids.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt; thought one of the men was the Hoff! Oh, heavens no. They were Tom Cruise (please don't judge) Kyle Chandler ( I love me some Friday Night Lights, the tv show) Rob Lowe &amp;amp; Blake Shelton. The Hoff my friends, did not make the list (shudder..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOrYkXwwf5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/1T51R25vfH4/s1600-h/2920472724_fa23199cba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254250034646515602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOrYkXwwf5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/1T51R25vfH4/s320/2920472724_fa23199cba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my dad. This is his senior picture. He was 17 in this picture just about to graduate from High School and leave to join the Navy. My Mom was a Freshman when she met my father. She was 14. My mom said, it wasn't really a big deal back then for a 17 year old to date a 14 year old. My Mom's dad was a preacher and my dad's father was a deacon in a local church. They were both raised in strict christian homes and no one frowned upon them dating. My mom said that all the guys in her class were ugly but my dad was so dreamy..lol. Okay Mom.. This is my Mom... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254251463619920082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOrZ3jGkQNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Nr_S3wbhVdE/s320/2919630693_a782ca95ff.jpg" /&gt;Aw, don't they just make the cutest couple? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOrao8B9hsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9BcaukE932s/s1600-h/2920471786_c2ef5a0f88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254252312125081282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOrao8B9hsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9BcaukE932s/s320/2920471786_c2ef5a0f88.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway fast forward a few years.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my brother Brett.. He was their first child. He was born January 30, 1971. I love this picture of my brother.. For one he is so stinkin' cute and then for another reason.. How cute is that lamb? Then October 10, 1975.. I came into the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOrdb2tHoMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/9594HdxZE5I/s1600-h/2919629171_3114bd48f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254255385892069570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOrdb2tHoMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/9594HdxZE5I/s320/2919629171_3114bd48f3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my brother and me together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOreQZNqn1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/80dpntqNTLc/s1600-h/2919627047_db0c5b130c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254256288508583762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOreQZNqn1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/80dpntqNTLc/s320/2919627047_db0c5b130c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aww. How sweet are we? Truth be known.. we were probably about to break out in a big fight. It is sad to say, that when we were younger my brother and I weren't all that close. Sure in my toddler years he was a good helper to my Mom but we were almost 5 years apart and I was just about more then he could handle. I talked non-stop and touched everything he owned. Whether he allowed it or not. I was a stinker. I can admit it. But now my brother and I are fairly close.. When he calls to talk he really unloads and I am glad that he trust my advice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Okay. I am getting to it. The whole reason for this post.. here are the results from when I uploaded my parents pictures into makemebabies.com&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOrg0TBoHQI/AAAAAAAAARE/n54-j0O3lOY/s1600-h/wb20081006100947cqgu9ei0qspuvkd0ipq213h5i7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254259104346021122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOrg0TBoHQI/AAAAAAAAARE/n54-j0O3lOY/s320/wb20081006100947cqgu9ei0qspuvkd0ipq213h5i7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOrgoe__RjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fcoaV62fB4g/s1600-h/wb20081006100545cqgu9ei0qspuvkd0ipq213h5i7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254258901401945650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOrgoe__RjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fcoaV62fB4g/s320/wb20081006100545cqgu9ei0qspuvkd0ipq213h5i7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOrgoe__RjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fcoaV62fB4g/s1600-h/wb20081006100545cqgu9ei0qspuvkd0ipq213h5i7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay folks, you be the judge! Do you think either of these little girls resemble me at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and for those of you wondering ... here are my parents today..&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254259909639500210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOrhjK-jcbI/AAAAAAAAARM/O7yjxrCYvH8/s320/2920824388_5ed99b6cbc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this picture this afternoon! I showed my parents the picture and my Dad looked at my Mom and said, "Oh, Honey when did all the gray show up in my beard?" Both my parents are young at heart and such a blessing to me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254260736112444642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOriTR1DxOI/AAAAAAAAARU/dLi0y4epLLg/s320/2920477430_3fa1f4169a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;THE END! I have rambled on far to much for just one post.. Thanks for taking a little trip down memory lane with me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-7801416428934499472?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/7801416428934499472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=7801416428934499472' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/7801416428934499472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/7801416428934499472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/make-me-babies-dot-com.html' title='Make Me Babies Dot Com'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOrjCk8_-HI/AAAAAAAAARc/laFCcSdgf7w/s72-c/hoff102433yv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-2188232492288964637</id><published>2008-10-06T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:26:18.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Making Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collin Raye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Me Monday'/><title type='text'>Not Me Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253904907998620706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOmerWzwbCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lt3pubizVS8/s320/NotMeMonday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For more "Not Me! Monday fun. Click on over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McMamma's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not cry like a 5 year old on Friday because things did not go my way. I did not get myself composed and makeup fixed only to cry again. Oh, no not me. And just for those of you who are wondering...this was not done tucked away in the safety of my little boxy Element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not wait in line 20 minutes @ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt; only to be asked for my license that were in my car. I did not have to get back in a long line after getting my license. I did not secretly want to tell the cashier off for barely even glancing at my license after making such a big deal out of me having them. Oh, not me. I am sure I smiled sweetly. So sweetly that the cashier imagined us hand in hand skipping through a field of sunflowers. Wishing her and I were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFF's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not nearly pass out when my Favorite Things Swap package cost almost as much to send as the contents inside. Since when does it cost over $25 dollars to send a package?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go to two movies this weekend and enjoy the one one with the talking dogs over the one with the all star celebrity cast. No, I did not. I am a grown woman. Talking dogs do not make me laugh. Nor do, talking rats and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;iguanas&lt;/span&gt;. Nope. Never. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOmrSmIx94I/AAAAAAAAAPI/MbsSIu-2Pow/s1600-h/women.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not spend half the evening making babies with 4 hot men. I did not laugh out loud when I saw some of our offspring. I am not planning on putting in my parents photos to see if the baby resembles me. Really? Who would put that much effort into a silly little web game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOmu9LikdwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/z-QWMxeLk8U/s1600-h/wb20081005020043870b9vdholr04vm28fmqqtglh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253922806397433602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOmu9LikdwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/z-QWMxeLk8U/s200/wb20081005020043870b9vdholr04vm28fmqqtglh2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOmu8zElrAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6gxD0QZqOr4/s1600-h/wb20081005015705870b9vdholr04vm28fmqqtglh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253922799829232642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOmu8zElrAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6gxD0QZqOr4/s200/wb20081005015705870b9vdholr04vm28fmqqtglh2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOmn2X4ocfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3triGnE9xMM/s1600-h/wb20081005015705870b9vdholr04vm28fmqqtglh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOmvPqmNBcI/AAAAAAAAAPw/XuNsw-M0bKY/s1600-h/wb20081005021037870b9vdholr04vm28fmqqtglh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253923123971818946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOmvPqmNBcI/AAAAAAAAAPw/XuNsw-M0bKY/s200/wb20081005021037870b9vdholr04vm28fmqqtglh2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOmvPoW56KI/AAAAAAAAAPo/L1N0kwG28ug/s1600-h/wb20081005020818870b9vdholr04vm28fmqqtglh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253923123370780834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOmvPoW56KI/AAAAAAAAAPo/L1N0kwG28ug/s200/wb20081005020818870b9vdholr04vm28fmqqtglh2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOmoyNqYYOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tviKis2KNIs/s1600-h/wb20081005021037870b9vdholr04vm28fmqqtglh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not hear an old school song on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CMT&lt;/span&gt; that made me think of him... and not thinking of him got me to thinking about what could have been..Nope, Not Me! That would be ridiculous to think about. That was to many years ago. To many tears ago. I haven't thought of him in ages. So, I would never do that ugh! That is just plain silly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not just take a fun, comical post and throw in something serious. Nope, Not me! And none of you can prove it.... It most certainly wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to be 33 on Friday. Nope, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not just shamelessly mention my upcoming birthday in yet another blog post. For crying out loud.. I would never do that. Not in a million years. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously did not just write this post out in a notebook while watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CMT&lt;/span&gt; because the computer was being used. I would not do that because there is way to many other things I could have been doing...things like putting fresh warm sheets straight from the dryer on my bed. Or pick out my clothes for tomorrow..or pack my lunch. You see, I am way to busy to write my blog out on paper before I actually type it.. No, not me. For you see, I always manage my time wisely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-2188232492288964637?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/2188232492288964637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=2188232492288964637' title='65 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2188232492288964637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2188232492288964637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOmerWzwbCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lt3pubizVS8/s72-c/NotMeMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>65</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-4025380355210887281</id><published>2008-10-05T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:24:37.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoutouts'/><title type='text'>Contest Shoutouts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://christahendriksen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrissie Poo&lt;/a&gt; is giving away a 25 dollar AmEx Giftcard. Head on over to her site for a chance to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allieparkersthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pink Potpourri&lt;/a&gt; is giving away some fabulous, fun, and stylish art. Click the link to take a peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-giveaway-photoshop-elements.html"&gt;The Secret is in The Sauce&lt;/a&gt; is giving away Photo Shop Elements 7. Go check out what all the fuss is about. It is super fun to be a saucy sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.handbagplanet.com/"&gt;Handbag Planet&lt;/a&gt; is almost here. To celebrate the October 15, 2008 launch, they are giving away a free handbag every hour for 24 hours on the day of the launch. Their high fashion, trendy handbags are inspired by popular designer brands and priced between $30 and $80.. Check it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly more to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-4025380355210887281?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/4025380355210887281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=4025380355210887281' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4025380355210887281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4025380355210887281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/contest-shoutouts.html' title='Contest Shoutouts!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-7734738059948024402</id><published>2008-10-04T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:49:55.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Header'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swap'/><title type='text'>Whoo Hoo!</title><content type='html'>I am beyond excited. I made my very own Header. Okay, so I am tooting my own horn.. but it was so simple. Anyone can do it.. I promise.. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://yoderlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsay&lt;/a&gt; for pointing me in the right direction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I could just figure out how to get 3 columns.. I would be set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a fabulous Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;I am off to the post office to mail my Favorite Things Swap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-7734738059948024402?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/7734738059948024402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=7734738059948024402' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/7734738059948024402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/7734738059948024402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/whoo-hoo.html' title='Whoo Hoo!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-4739041125948483841</id><published>2008-10-02T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T07:19:37.883-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Pre-K Playground Rules!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWlTsUw9GI/AAAAAAAAAMw/B_9qaWCzzHc/s1600-h/2908293491_29b5767eb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252786298131903586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWlTsUw9GI/AAAAAAAAAMw/B_9qaWCzzHc/s320/2908293491_29b5767eb4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWlTsmavDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/49VFp1NcMKg/s1600-h/2908297847_cfe26a9a50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252786298205944882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWlTsmavDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/49VFp1NcMKg/s320/2908297847_cfe26a9a50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWlTjy5uOI/AAAAAAAAANA/C19ZALHmvh8/s1600-h/2908323959_5693cf98ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252786295842388194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWlTjy5uOI/AAAAAAAAANA/C19ZALHmvh8/s320/2908323959_5693cf98ab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWlT51dhuI/AAAAAAAAANI/GeCk2A5kOuk/s1600-h/2909164818_f663ed4762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252786301758703330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWlT51dhuI/AAAAAAAAANI/GeCk2A5kOuk/s320/2909164818_f663ed4762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWkwS0OaxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/c43SpNpb_6k/s1600-h/2909191626_c1136dc1fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWkwjayLjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Jddpd-O6-yA/s1600-h/2909149232_075330b206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252785694445809202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWkwjayLjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Jddpd-O6-yA/s320/2909149232_075330b206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWkwj17V4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/jbkArCHWjBk/s1600-h/2908337559_eb93e7d5f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252785694559655810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWkwj17V4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/jbkArCHWjBk/s320/2908337559_eb93e7d5f7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWkwlfkmZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6QT_Dz2C_i8/s1600-h/2908332283_4ced0db80b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252785695002761618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWkwlfkmZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6QT_Dz2C_i8/s320/2908332283_4ced0db80b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was out on the playground with my camera walking around when I seen a little guy climbing the slide. He was breaking the rules but I took his picture. Then I seen two girls on one swing. They were breaking the rules but I took their picture. Another group of children were burying a little girl in the sand. They were breaking the rules but I took their picture. The bikes were popular on this particular day. It was way over crowded. They were breaking the rules but I took their picture. Some little guys were throwing rocks. They were breaking the rules but I took their picture. The standing on the bikes and the stick picture were totally staged, as if you can't tell.. but still they were breaking the rules but I took their picture. Why did I do this? Because I thought it would make a really fun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Foto&lt;/span&gt; Finish Friday Post! Why else? No, really - I made a class book. Teaching the words unacceptable/acceptable. We took pictures of them making the right choice and the wrong one. It has become quite a popular book in their little book corner. They love seeing themselves. They are also mastering the word quite well. Wednesday at lunch a little girl looked at me and said, "Teacher, this lunch is totally unacceptable. My stomach hates it". Way to funny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I just wanted to throw this picture in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it is so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' cute. On September 26&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, we celebrated Johnny Appleseed Day. We graphed apples. Tasted Apple Butter and Apple Muffins. We drank apple cider and then made apple prints with red, yellow, and green paint. We had a fun day... and I thought they looked adorable in their Johnny Appleseed Hats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252785691796650450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWkwZjLOdI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MtKeQ5wyY8c/s320/2909191626_c1136dc1fa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Foto&lt;/span&gt; Finish Friday Post. Hop on over to &lt;a href="http://www.carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/"&gt;Candid Carries&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252792006657444354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWqf-PUCgI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zxR6Bs94HkA/s320/ffffcopy.jpg" /&gt;  and for the first time every.. I am linking up to Photostory Friday.. Mostly so that I can keep checking back throughout the day and see all the entries.. I love photo stories...&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatworksforus.blogspot.com/2007/06/iphone.html" target="_blank" alt="Photostory Friday"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc50/whatworksforus/pfws.jpg" alt="PhotoStory Friday" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hosted by &lt;a href="http://mychaosmybliss.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Cecily&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://whatworksforus.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;MamaGeek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-4739041125948483841?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/4739041125948483841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=4739041125948483841' title='62 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4739041125948483841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4739041125948483841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/pre-k-playground-rules.html' title='Pre-K Playground Rules!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOWlTsUw9GI/AAAAAAAAAMw/B_9qaWCzzHc/s72-c/2908293491_29b5767eb4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>62</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-1349782760606811509</id><published>2008-10-02T08:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:10:28.929-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiding'/><title type='text'>The persistant door knockers &amp; a scared 7 year old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOTG7gSDwOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/q-yCi_IGT58/s1600-h/mamakat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252541791001100514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOTG7gSDwOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/q-yCi_IGT58/s320/mamakat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's that time again! To join in the fun please visit &lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt; The writing prompt I chose for today is: Write about a time you hid from someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hattiesburg&lt;/span&gt;, Ms. My father surveyed land for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Conoco&lt;/span&gt; Oil Company. My mother who had recently rejoined the work force, managed a local cleaners. My brother was in 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade and at the intermediate school. I was 7 years old and I went to Thames Elementary. I spent my days wishing I could be Mrs. Gill, my teacher. I loved her even though she said, ugly things about me. In her perfect penmanship she wrote, Becky is Bossy and talks non stop. Marring my straight S+ report card with all that RED ink. Oh, but that is a whole other story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets see, where was I? Oh, yeah- We lived in a nice middle class neighborhood. Newly built brick homes with neat manicured lawns. And a church on nearly every corner. It was a nice safe place to grow up. I rode the bus home from school and so did my brother but we each rode on a different bus. My bus dropped me off 5 minutes before my brothers bus dropped him off. 5 whole minutes of being home alone. I thought I was so big. Little did I know, the neighbor was purposefully checking her mail everyday when I got off the bus. Pretending to be reading through it as she made sure that I was safely inside my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved having 5 minutes to myself. I got the first snack and control of the television for 3 whole minutes, well until my brother arrived home @ 3:20 and my mother @ 3:30.One afternoon, I jumped off the bus, waved to the neighbor and headed into my home through the back door. Once inside I twirled around basking in the freedom of being home alone. Then the doorbell rang. My heart instantly beat faster. I tiptoed to the front room and peeked out the curtain. To bearded strangers stood at my door. They were dressed in black slacks and white button up shirts. I wished for them to go away. I was not going to open the door to the strangers. I was terrified. In my little active imagination they were going to break into my house and kill me. I grabbed my dog, Governor. A beagle /&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Datsun&lt;/span&gt; mix. Okay, he was a mutt but he was loved. I wanted Governor to growl so that he could send the strangers away running. So I pinched him and pulled his hair. He let out a little yelp and ran to another room. So much for his guard dog skills. I was so disappointed. I was leaning up against the door listening to the persistent pounding when all of a sudden it stopped. I turned to face the door and I could see the door knob turning. I instantly began to cry and I ran into my parents room and crawled under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While under the bed I cried for my parents. For my brother. For Governor. Even for that mean ole' Mrs. Gill. I just knew I was a goner. My dog joined me under the bed. A little relief until he bit me and ran off. I guess it was my pay back for pinching him just minutes before. Then I heard my brother. "Becky, where are you?" I didn't want to give myself away if the killers had him so I waited until I seen his feet. I jumped out from underneath the bed and hugged him so tightly.. He pushed me off and said, "Jeez, what is wrong with you." I told him how two strangers came to our house to kill me. He rolled his eyes and walked off. I crawled back under the bed and waited for my mom to get home. It wasn't long before I was telling her my story about the awful killers at the door. My mom listened intently and then proceeded to tell me that the church from down the road was having a revival and they were wanting to invite everyone in the neighborhood. They sent teams of people out to knock on doors inviting them to their church. Needless to say after that day, I didn't just wave to my neighbor. I checked her mail as I got off the bus and I took it into her. Where I would sit with a cold glass of milk and some warm cookies until my Mom came and got me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please Check out the post below.. It was written late last night and many of you haven't had the chance to see it. I had both of these post all together but it was so long that I broke them into two blogs. I am silly .. I know.. but I didn't want to overwhelm anyone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-1349782760606811509?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/1349782760606811509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=1349782760606811509' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/1349782760606811509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/1349782760606811509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/persistant-door-knockers-scared-7-year.html' title='The persistant door knockers &amp; a scared 7 year old.'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOTG7gSDwOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/q-yCi_IGT58/s72-c/mamakat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-2879499817832542791</id><published>2008-10-01T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:08:22.635-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy Love'/><title type='text'>Blog Awards &amp; Bloggy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was awarded three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; awards today. I am so very excited. It is fun to know that people actually enjoy my mindless rambling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a blog for as long as I can remember. It started many years ago with an old school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;expage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;xanga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And now here I am... I really enjoy browsing through blogs and reading about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; daily lives. It is so funny how connected you feel to people who you don't even know.. I am at a weird point in my life. Not, that I feel weird about it's just..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 32, that will change October 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (shameless birthday plug &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). I am not married and I don't have children. It's not that I don't want all those things. It just hasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; for me yet and I am fine with that. I think I am bothered by it less than the people around me (my mom). I have 2 close friends that aren't married but other than that they are all married with kids. At my church, all the groups are split up in married with kids and singles. I go to the married with kids group because when my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I looked at the sign up sheet for the singles group we chickened out. 17 guys but no women were signed up. Although, I have never really had a problem with self confidence.. I just couldn't write my name down and join 17 men at a small group. Talk about uncomfortable.. I know I know.. The one could be in that group.. but I just couldn't do it..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, my. I have said all of that to just say this.. I feel so welcome here. I have only written 20 something post at blogger and I feel like I have already made tons of blogging buddies. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252309495359048914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOPzqHlJjNI/AAAAAAAAALY/701hGB3Sz-k/s320/AAAAArnPv1kAAAAAAHv5kg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;songy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* I think I am gonna like it here... here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;amongst&lt;/span&gt; the newlyweds, the mothers, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;crafters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the ladies who write for all the world to see. I think I fit in just perfect. I like that we all come from different walks of life but we find that we all have a common interest in writing about our daily lives.. either that or we are all just nosy skipping from one blog to another to see what is going on in the lives of strangers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, Okay. On to the awards. The One Sweet Blog was presented to me by: &lt;a href="http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Solei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is a real sweet heart. She just recently got a new blog makeover. She is also an outstanding citizen in her community. Take a look at what her and her girl scout troop did. It is impressive. Thank you so much for thinking of me when passing out this award. I really appreciate it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252311516455543218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOP1fwwGobI/AAAAAAAAALg/BZFxTpb1prU/s320/sweetblog-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I would like to present the award to the following ladies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Sondre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lyn&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Sondre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, whose name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pronounced&lt;/span&gt; SUN-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;druh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a faithful friend to my blog. She is very sweet and always has such sweet comments. She post frequently about her son who is away at college. She is very family oriented and it shows in her post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angie&lt;/a&gt; @ Seven Clown Circus: She has a fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Wordful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wednesday post that I like to take part in. She is also very sweet. I see her comments almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I post a comment on someones page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelifeoflindseyd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sweet Simplicity&lt;/a&gt;: She has a beautiful layout and a very welcoming blog. Her blog has a little bit of everything.. From laughing at her estimation skills to enjoying her fun recipes.. You will love this blog. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegreengrassgrowsallaround.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Imerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; @ The Green Grass Grows all around: She has recently (today) given me an award and I love that I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; her right back. Check out her blog and see her great love for her family. She to is a real sweet heart and really deserves this sweet award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Imerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; presented me with this award and I would like to present it to the following ladies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252319505247767586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOP8wxUmDCI/AAAAAAAAALo/KPfgSEcdXbE/s320/hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mabelshouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Mabels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; House: I just her blog. She has a great decorating sense and funny stories about her trusty sidekick Mabel. Check it out. You will love her blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://allmykids123.blogspot.com/"&gt;All My Kids 123&lt;/a&gt; A great commenter ; ) Fun frequent post. I actually just starting visiting this blog but I love it already and I know you will too.. Go on, see for yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://citygirlcountryboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Misspro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;312&lt;/a&gt; @ City Girl Country Boy has a really fun blog. You should check it out. I am giving her this award because she is fun and I like that I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; her with an award too.. and just maybe she will forgive me for having a little camera envy..she just recently got a new one that I have had my eye on...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;Last but not least, my final award was presented to me by &lt;a href="http://citygirlcountryboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Misspro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 312&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little guy came with rules and they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252390945162456674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOQ9vHvi7mI/AAAAAAAAALw/FjGP-Ukh6n4/s320/GOLD_CREDIT_CARD_AWARD.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 1. You may only choose five people/blogs to give the award to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Four have to be dedicated followers of your blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. One has to be a new follower of your blog or live in another part of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Livin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Lovin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Fun Girl. Fun Blog. Check it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://newlywedcentral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Newlywed Central&lt;/a&gt;: Post Blogs that make you think! Seriously, you should head straight over there..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://angiestorlie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angie&lt;/a&gt; @ We are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Storlies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Blogs about daily life with her family. A funny girl with good post.. You know you wanna check it out..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://rebecca-belle.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jo&lt;/a&gt; @ Knit By God's Hand: A good blog, with good reads. It's okay- You can leave here to go there..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://georgienba.blogspot.com/"&gt;Georgie&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Decisionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Challenged: She is the most recent follower to my blog. So I decided to pass the award on to her. She is a fellow Oklahoman and is in education like me. I am sure we have tons in common. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow! How fun was that? I am loving these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; awards. Thanks to everyone who thought to give me one. I truly appreciate them and your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;faithfulness&lt;/span&gt; to my blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-2879499817832542791?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/2879499817832542791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=2879499817832542791' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2879499817832542791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2879499817832542791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/bloggy-awards.html' title='Blog Awards &amp; Bloggy Love'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOPzqHlJjNI/AAAAAAAAALY/701hGB3Sz-k/s72-c/AAAAArnPv1kAAAAAAHv5kg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-1558661402330586750</id><published>2008-09-30T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:45:42.869-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yearbook Yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Faces'/><title type='text'>Wordful Wednesday -  Yesteryear &amp; Silly Faces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know several of you have done this already and I have to but I have never posted them.. Until now. Again, I was really excited about my Wordful Wednesday Post but I forgot my camera at school. This time I did actually grab my camera bag. It just didn't have my camera in it.. Great huh? Since I love to take part in these fun little linky things.. I searched and searched for a picture I wanted to use but couldn't find one that just jumped out at me . So I decided to yearbook myself. You guys should try it to. It is such fun and let me tell you .. a lot of laughing is involved. This would be me in 1960. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252036515899908882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOL7Yn2YIxI/AAAAAAAAALA/JcRCJ30DEvM/s320/myYearbookPhoto.jpg" /&gt;And this is what I would've looked like in 62. These pictures crack me up. I look like my dad in a wig. I have got to post a picture of him back in 62 so you guys can see what I am talking about.. Of course he was sportin' a flat top and not a mop of curly hair.. but still..I just need a 5 o'clock shadow and that would so be him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOL7N0mAL8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/B1tqkTyJlv8/s1600-h/62"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252036330342330306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOL7N0mAL8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/B1tqkTyJlv8/s320/62" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although, looking back on yesteryear was much fun. I think I will head back into the here and now. Where people and technology have come a long way.. and pictures show a truer since of who one really was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252039158701005938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOL9ydDQnHI/AAAAAAAAALI/rT8lQgxv04w/s320/l_d10e4a6ead5e64753d8a4bb86dd62651.jpg" /&gt;See what I mean..lol. One of my little guys took this of me at work last year. He said, "Teacher make a silly face", so I did. Afterwards when he looked at the picture he said, "I really wish you would've made a silly face, it would have been much funnier". I then asked him, "well what kind of face does this look like to you" he said, "Silly teacher, it looks like your face." Kids, you gotta love em!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252041515965129122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOL_7qi0oaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kky_QfPn64I/s320/button30.jpg" /&gt;To view more Wordful Wednesday Post - Visit  Angie @ &lt;a href="http://www.angiescircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Seven Clown Circus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-1558661402330586750?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/1558661402330586750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=1558661402330586750' title='63 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/1558661402330586750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/1558661402330586750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/09/wordful-wednesday-yesteryear-silly.html' title='Wordful Wednesday -  Yesteryear &amp; Silly Faces.'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOL7Yn2YIxI/AAAAAAAAALA/JcRCJ30DEvM/s72-c/myYearbookPhoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>63</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-4447483160998072837</id><published>2008-09-30T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:24:06.315-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bath and Body Works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students'/><title type='text'>It smells like my teacher</title><content type='html'>I just love it when my parents say, "Hey, do you have a minute, I want to tell you something". I will admit sometimes I think, Oh, NO! What have I done? What have I said.. but I always listen. I wanna know what my kids say about school at home. So anyway, the mother proceeded to tell me this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Mikey (name changed) and I were out shopping. He was begging me to go home so he could play with his new toy that he earned this week from keeping up with his chores and not fighting with his sister. I knew that he was tired but I just needed to go to one more store. I wanted to use my Bath and Body Works coupon that was just about to expire. After a few complaints from Mikey..we were hand in hand headed into the store. It was the first time that he had ever been with me @ bath and body works. I knew that it would be boring for him but I also knew that it wouldn't take me long. As we walked in, I headed straight toward the soaps but Mikey stopped dead in his tracks. I turned back to look at him and he had a big smile on his face.  I could see him taking everything in. I asked him, what are you thinking little man? He then said, I love this place. It smells just like my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved that she shared this story with me. It may not seem like a big deal to any of you guys but it warmed my heart. You see, I want everything about their first year of school to be a pleasant experience. I want them to experience everything using every sense. I want them to feel new things, see new things, hear new things, and smell new things. I want them to be so engaged that learning seems fun and exciting.  Although, I have no clue what the store smelled like or what triggered him to think that.. I love knowing that his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;association&lt;/span&gt; with me is a pleasant one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-4447483160998072837?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/4447483160998072837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=4447483160998072837' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4447483160998072837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4447483160998072837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-smells-like-my-teacher.html' title='It smells like my teacher'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-8130647719264052016</id><published>2008-09-28T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:58:31.566-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob Lowe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eclipse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Me Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boo Frame'/><title type='text'>Not Me Monday - Guess What I found?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had so much fun participating in Not Me! Monday last week I thought that I would join in the fun again.. You guys should really check out some of these post.. Head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McMamma's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see all of those who have posted Not Me! Monday entries..&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251303792863253602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOBg-h1GlGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eXj6l8te0NA/s320/NotMeMonday.jpg" /&gt;I did not skip ahead a day in my lesson plans at work because I forgot my camera at home. Following a plan is far more important then having pictures for my blog right? Yep, it totally is.. that is why I would never do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did not go and see Nights in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rodanthe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this weekend and bawl my eyes out. Of course I wouldn't do that because I read the book and already knew exactly what would happen. Who would put themselves through all that crying? Not me, that's for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get really excited when I found out that Washington Redskins beat the Cowboys. It is not true that my favorite team is whomever plays the Cowboys. that would just be silly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go to my school and work on my room for 3 three hours on Saturday. I have better things to do then work on the weekend. While I was not there, I most certainly did not cover every inch of all my rooms in Halloween decor. On the way home from not being there, I did not fret about the sensory overload my students will face when they see all the decorations that are not there..What teacher in her right mind would get her students all excited on a MONDAY. Ugh. Not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not borrow a bar of soap and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt; paper from my parents house because I didn't want to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Mart on a Sunday afternoon. After not borrowing from my folks, I did not end up at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Mart anyway for one must never borrow deodorant from anyone. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not think that Edie Britt's new husband on Desperate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Housewifes&lt;/span&gt; looked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;familar&lt;/span&gt;. And when I did not finally realize who I thought he looked like, I did not ask my friend - Hey does he look like Marlboro man Man to you? You know- &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;PW's&lt;/a&gt; husband. As if, they were a household name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did not secretly wish that Rob Lowe would show up at my door for no reason, while I was watching Brothers and Sisters. I mean come on.. Who visits after 10 on a Sunday night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251311431390154962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOBn7Jj1UNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Jh9GojIAnIU/s320/rob_lowe_on_thi242_large.jpg" /&gt;                                              (now your not wishing that either are you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I could go on and on. Seriously (can you tell Grey's is back on). But I will stop with the Not Me Post.. Until next week, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember this &lt;a href="http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/09/hodge-podge.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;? The one in which I was searching for the 3 opening frames? Well I found them.. Of course not in my town.. ugh. But nonetheless, I found them. I bought 5 of them. I loved the idea found at &lt;a href="http://joysofhome.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-trip-to-dollar-store.html"&gt;Joy's of Home &lt;/a&gt;so much that I wanted to try and make some for fun little gifts to give.. Here are the first two that I have made.. I plan on making a few more and I am hoping they get better each time.. They are super easy to make..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251309006292049634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOBlt_XY3uI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tYl_yd4YP9Y/s320/eekboojay1day+007.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251309823823411426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOBmdk6DeOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HHjEzAJ_KG8/s320/eekboojay1day+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay- So I added bows. To both of mine.. I likes bows. I think everything looks cuter with a bow. Aren't they so fun? On the next one I am going to make sure the letters aren't so big.. but trial and error works for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have been way more productive this weekend.. but um, I had a little bit of a distraction laying around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251310786494557682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOBnVnIvbfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/p1Vg89_1ZXg/s320/eekboojay1day+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head on over to &lt;a href="http://glamlifehousewife.blogspot.com/2008/09/glamorous-giveaway.html"&gt;Ms. Whitney's &lt;/a&gt;to enter for a chance to win all things pink in Honor of her friend Lindsey. Also take the time to read her moving email from this dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready or Not, Monday's here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-8130647719264052016?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/8130647719264052016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=8130647719264052016' title='80 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8130647719264052016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8130647719264052016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-me-monday-guess-what-i-found.html' title='Not Me Monday - Guess What I found?'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SOBg-h1GlGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eXj6l8te0NA/s72-c/NotMeMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>80</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-4081402449429021196</id><published>2008-09-25T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:58:44.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>I hope people see that in me...</title><content type='html'>Earlier today I sent an email to Candid Carrie letting her know that I was going to take part in the Photo Finish Friday. I have really been taking a lot of photos of my class this week and I already knew exactly what I was going to blog about.. It was planned out in my mind.. This afternoon as I started to think about my post.. I thought I should &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; upload my pictures... Ugh. This is when I found out that I had left my camera at school... I hate when I leave my camera at work. I hate when I leave my camera at home. I love it to be with me at all times.. I just don't feel right without it.. Okay, not really but it sounded good right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I searched through my pictures and I thought.. Which one do I want to use.. I kept coming back to this one.. and so folks : ) Here you go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Mother and I&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250182569806077010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNxlOwc9HFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/j_dGNMVmIzU/s320/karaokeanyone+075mom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took this picture of my mom and me the other day. We were just goofing around and being silly but I really love it. All my life I have been told that I look exactly like my dad.. but in this picture I see the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;similarities&lt;/span&gt; between my mom and I. The more I thought about it the more I realized. I do hope people think I look like my Mom. But really it's not the outside features that I am talking about.. For you see... My Mom has the sweetest spirit ever. I hope people see that in me. My Mom is scrappy. She fights for what she believes is right. I hope people see that in me. My Mom loves with her whole heart. She will do any and everything she can for those she loves and for even those she barely knows. I hope people see that in me. My Mom is crafty. My Mom has a good eye for decorating. I hope people see that in me. My Mom is tender hearted. My Mom aches for the hurting and prays for their needs. I hope people see that in me. My Mom makes mistakes but learns from them. She doesn't hide them away. I hope people see that in me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**********************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Someone sent this to me the other day in an email. It had a witty little saying that I will not repeat but I do think it's one of the cutest things I have ever seen. It is totally not my picture. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I don't&lt;/span&gt; know where it came from.. but I thought it was so cute. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; brought a smile to my face and I hope it makes you smile too. Don't you think it's just the cutest little donkey you have ever seen?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250188021497841138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNxqMFljxfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/U1z2LUcLoGI/s320/ass-young-cute-0611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250188624603096610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNxqvMVDpiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/CRBb391d6i8/s320/ffffcopy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;For more Friday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Foto&lt;/span&gt; Finish Fiesta Post... Check em' out at &lt;a href="http://www.carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/"&gt;Candid Carries&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-4081402449429021196?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/4081402449429021196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=4081402449429021196' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4081402449429021196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/4081402449429021196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-mom.html' title='I hope people see that in me...'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNxlOwc9HFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/j_dGNMVmIzU/s72-c/karaokeanyone+075mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-3740654176758374452</id><published>2008-09-24T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:17:22.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing Assingment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I believe'/><title type='text'>I Believe....</title><content type='html'>Let's see, My new writing assignment from &lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mama's Losing It..&lt;/a&gt; this week is 10 Things I believe in... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249839083486302834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNss1OMp0nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fi0xhj0BQW8/s320/mamakat.jpg" /&gt;1. I believe in Jesus. I believe he was born of a virgin, lived a godly life, died for my sins, and rose again. I also believe that just believing is not enough. I believe in actively pursuing a daily relationship with him. You see, He and I - We're pretty tight. Along with that, I believe in Faith, the power of prayer, healing, and gathering as a body of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. I believe in love. I believe love is a daily choice. I believe it doesn't always happen freely. I believe that people are confused when it comes to love. I believe the world has painted love as sex &amp;amp; getting your own way. My prayer is to love according to 1 Corinthians 13:4-13. I once had a professor in college that said, take out the word love and put your name in place of it. He had us memorize it this way. It really made an impact on me. Because really, in all honesty am I entirely this way? At all times? No. But I strive to be.. and when I fail miserably..I just have to try again.. because like I believe to me it's a daily choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky is patient, Becky is kind. Becky does not envy, Becky does not boast, Becky is not proud. Becky is not rude, Becky is not self-seeking, Becky is not easily angered, Becky keeps no record of wrongs. Becky does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. She always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.- 1 Corinthians 13:4-13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I believe that I have a lot of people in my life that will be there NO MATTER WHAT! I have a wonderful family that is so supportive of everything and anything I want to do. Of course a lot of times they are the voice of reason..but that is good too. I also have a core group of friends that I can always count on. I love each and everyone of them for different reasons. They each bring something different to my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I believe in being outlandish despite what others think. I have always loved this quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Take Time Everyday To Do Something Silly" - Philppa Walker or this one: "Blessed is he who has learned to laugh at himself, for he shall never cease to be entertained." I have always liked those quotes and I have always tried to follow them. I never take myself to seriously and I always try to put a little silly into each day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249834244191713218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNsobia6d8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/zBV4nIgiv3U/s320/silly.jpg" /&gt; (My friends and I rocking out to "Ain't No Mountain High Enough")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I believe in a helping hand, not a hand out. I believe we hinder people by making them to dependent on us. I believe in working hard and earning your own way. I believe in a strong work ethic. I wish more people did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I believe in America. I believe we live in a great country. I believe in the principles we were founded on. I just wish we weren't so far away from them. I know our country is in a mess right now &amp;amp; things are crazy-scary even. But there is something about the Ole' Red, White, and Blue that makes my heart swell with pride and makes my eyes well up with tears. I am proud to be an American. I also believe in the military. I believe they are not honored enough. In my eyes they are all heroes.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249828934652883346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNsjme2NcZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4AYD362hRyc/s320/cross_shining_through_american_flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I believe in the Golden Rule. I believe it is still true. I believe that if people would choose to follow this.. our world would be a much better place. I do not believe it is outdated or old fashion. I think it is good sound advice. I believe in being the best me, I can be. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249829398043021890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNskBdHB0kI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3Eoli-mZtZg/s320/goldenrule1.jpg" /&gt;8. I believe that having a strong faith and morals does not make you close minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. I believe kids today are forced to grow up to fast. I believe they are exposed to way to much way to early. I believe at times, people expect to much out of them. I teach 4 year olds and many times I have to remind myself, Becky - They have only been on this earth 1,460 some odd days. It really puts things in perspective for me.. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249831376584953570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNsl0nwLzuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NMoLmuL5WmM/s320/shockedkidzatpcsmdl5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. I believe in making the best out of a bad situation. I try to look for the good in all things. Again, at times I fail miserably and I get wrapped up in the why me, or how come phase.. But I have always found in looking for the good, the bad gets easier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow- this post seems kinda serious. Just for the fun of it.. I will add some more without all the wordy explanations. I believe in laughter, dancing in the rain, singing in the shower, trying new things, keeping secrets, being a good friend, helping others, random acts of kindness, learning new things, accepting people for who they are, forgiving but not forgetting, and having the last word : ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you believe in?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-3740654176758374452?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/3740654176758374452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=3740654176758374452' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/3740654176758374452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/3740654176758374452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-believe.html' title='I Believe....'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNss1OMp0nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fi0xhj0BQW8/s72-c/mamakat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-7275996271400813763</id><published>2008-09-23T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:24:38.692-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordful Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Cruise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mustache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manicures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Wordful Wednesday &amp; I was tagged..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNnO3NHhYsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ORE7eWW4ZjE/s1600-h/button30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249454288486359746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNnO3NHhYsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ORE7eWW4ZjE/s320/button30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WORDFUL&lt;/span&gt; WEDNESDAY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take part in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wordful&lt;/span&gt; Wednesday... Click on the above link to see more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wordful&lt;/span&gt; Wednesday entries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In celebration of the letter "M" we had a Manicures and Mustache party in my classroom. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNm2v7t_wPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tAXEB9ZWTNE/s1600-h/karaokeanyone+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249427775277744370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNm2v7t_wPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tAXEB9ZWTNE/s320/karaokeanyone+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These little guys were so excited. We of course we did things backward...We shaved first and then got mustaches.. But does it really matter? They were so cute sporting their little mustaches all day. Ev&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNm3zgSkGtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/0WTD1g4Hlfs/s1600-h/karaokeanyone+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249428936146033362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNm3zgSkGtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/0WTD1g4Hlfs/s320/karaokeanyone+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ery one ooh and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhed&lt;/span&gt; over them and they were totally eating it up. The girls had fun too.. They thought it was so cool that the high school girls were painting their fingernails...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNm5cdbvRBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lMuKxlKPWjc/s1600-h/karaokeanyone+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249430739265471506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNm5cdbvRBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lMuKxlKPWjc/s320/karaokeanyone+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First a little soaking... then a little painting.. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNm6G7jCLuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/a_t1dX6IXrM/s1600-h/karaokeanyone+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249431468903640802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNm6G7jCLuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/a_t1dX6IXrM/s320/karaokeanyone+024.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;And then the final results.. How cute are these kids?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249432057965582642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNm6pN-WGTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ztQqPj9hmY0/s320/karaokeanyone+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have I told any of you lately how much I love love love my job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249433689072738802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNm8IKUmIfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WuYBLiXb7_E/s320/youvebeentagged.jpg" /&gt; I have been tagged by Jaime at &lt;a href="http://baldwinhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Baldwin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bunglow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'm supposed to state 7 random or weird facts about myself. Oh, Well here goes nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I am left handed. I am ambidextrous actually but I do all my writing with my left hand. I do most everything else with my right hand. This is not weird. I know.. but it is random. Right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. When I was 9 years old I was almost abducted. My description of the man lead to his arrest. 3 other children were not so lucky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I went to college at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsdale&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FWB&lt;/span&gt; College in Moore. A little over 2 hours from my hometown. I loved college life so much. I also loved the freedom of coming and going as I pleased. Don't get me wrong.. I pretty much did this at home to.. but it was different with the parents being that far away..(not really even that far) but in getting to my point.. The second week of November my Mother called me and said, Becky- You have to come home for Thanksgiving!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;- I loved it so much, I hadn't been home since I moved in at the beginning of August.. Now, I see my parents pretty much everyday. I don't even live a mile from them..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. When I was growing up. I loved to torture my brother who was 5 years older than me. One time just to get out of going to a baseball card show at the mall. I slammed my fingers in the door of the car. Another time, I filled up the bath tub. Took my brothers beloved Mickey Mouse watch, tied a string around it that was connected to a rock and threw it in the tub. I watched it sink to the bottom. That will get him I thought, for not letting me play with him and his friends. Little did I know.. that mom would not believe that our dog did it. Man, my Mom was so smart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I cannot stand seafood! I cannot stand fish. Shrimp. Lobster. Any of it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eeeww&lt;/span&gt;. The very thought of it makes me throw up a little in my mouth. Ugh. My favorite seafood is hush puppies. I do love Red Lobster though...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. I love getting mail. I love writing letters in return. In this day and time. The written letter is nearly extinct. It is quite sad actually. I also love stationary and different types of note cards. I have a drawer full of stationary and cards..When my mom or friends have forgotten to stop by the store to pick up a card.. they always call me asking for them.. Sure, what kind do you need I ask? Happy Birthday. Get Well Soon. Thinking of You. Happy Bar &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mitzvah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; - Well maybe not the last one.. &lt;/p&gt;7. Tom Cruise was my first crush. I loved him. I even wrote him a poem. For real. I need to find that. I loved his dark hair. I thought his crooked nose gave him character. I didn't care that he was short. I was in love for crying out loud. I seen past his faults. Even now, since my feelings run so deep..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I still think he is a cutie. I just wish he hadn't fallen off the deep end.... TOM if you are out there. If you are reading this. Contact Me! Maybe my love for you can bring you to your senses..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249441999354299522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNnDr4iHhII/AAAAAAAAAJA/nVC2tWDtWRY/s320/tom_cruise.jpg" /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://learningtobeawife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://learningtobeawife.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Home - My Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrs-bliss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Buck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makemineamojito.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mojito&lt;/span&gt; Maven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sondre&lt;/span&gt; Lyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegreengrassgrowsallaround.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Imerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zentmrs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zentmrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the ladies that I have tagged.. Please let me know if you have participated so that I can see your random facts.. If you choose not to participate.. that is fine too.. It is just fun to find out about different &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; in this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-7275996271400813763?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/7275996271400813763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=7275996271400813763' title='49 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/7275996271400813763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/7275996271400813763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/09/wordful-wednesday-i-was-tagged.html' title='Wordful Wednesday &amp; I was tagged..'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNnO3NHhYsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ORE7eWW4ZjE/s72-c/button30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>49</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-471228905109447528</id><published>2008-09-22T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:07:57.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karaoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Me Monday'/><title type='text'>Not Me! Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249058694848639762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNhnEn-g8xI/AAAAAAAAAHw/oEJbxqFRgiA/s320/NotMeMonday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I read through different blogs I find out more and more interesting stuff. I loved all of these not me, Monday post.. I had to take part.. It was so much fun. You guys should give it a try.. I know I am posting on Monday Night and the day is nearly over.. but it was still fun. You guys should check out the other links to Not Me, Monday. You will get a good laugh. I know I did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And now, because being brutally honest about the ways we really live our lives is a really freeing experience--feel free to join in... "&lt;/em&gt; To find out all the rules.. &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;visit my charming kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not finally give into the Twilight Series. For several reasons, I do not read teen fiction. I do not like vampires and I most certainly never follow the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not start the above mentioned book late Saturday evening and finish it late Sunday evening. I have way to much going on to indulge in a book for several hours at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we are at it, I did not make a bookmark to use while I was reading the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while at school, I did not strike up a conversation with my 17 year old highschool aid about the series. I did not ask her to check out the 2nd book for me in her name. I most certainly did not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did not cry within the first 3 chapters of the 2nd book. I did not have to put it down and walk away to get my mind off of it.. because how ridiculous would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not take typical myspace pictures this weekend with my friends just to post them on my page.. For crying out loud. We are adults. We do not act childish every chance we get. And I do not have pictures to prove how silly we are when we all get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249061156661975762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNhpT68jWtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lk9vzwreXBo/s320/karaokeanyone+126.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249061518285843042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNhpo-GZqmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-PJvdmpeF0Y/s320/karaokeanyone+109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not make a Happy Fall Ya'll gift of candycorn and peanuts to give away.. but before the said gift was given away, two handfulls were missing. I did not eat the missing candy. Surely, I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not attend a karaoke party this weekend and just dance around like no one was watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249061910867782754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNhp_0lOrGI/AAAAAAAAAII/yEfQhp3nXM0/s320/karaokeanyone+080.jpg" /&gt;I also did not make a fool of myself while singing summer nights with a friend. Okay, maybe I did do this.. but it was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not cut this blog short so that I could read a few more chapters of my book before going to bed. I wouldn't do that to you guys. I just wouldn't...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-471228905109447528?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/471228905109447528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=471228905109447528' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/471228905109447528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/471228905109447528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-i-read-through-different-blogs-i.html' title='Not Me! Monday.'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNhnEn-g8xI/AAAAAAAAAHw/oEJbxqFRgiA/s72-c/NotMeMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-2130697998237515400</id><published>2008-09-21T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:03:47.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><title type='text'>My First Award!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have won my first bloggy award! Jaymee from, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://yeahexceptfornot.wordpress.com/"&gt;Yeah Except For Not&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; nominated me. Thank you so very much! You guys who frequent my page should go on over and check out her blog. She always has fun and interesting stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNbttA7cLUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3nG6BJujcSY/s1600-h/smile-award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248643773346098498" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNbttA7cLUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3nG6BJujcSY/s320/smile-award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Characteristics for the Smile Award:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Must display a cheerful attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Must love one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Must make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Must learn from others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Must be a positive contributor to blog world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. Must love life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. Must love kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the rules for The Smile Award:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. The recipient must link back the the award’s &lt;a href="http://www.thebabblingsofmere.blogspot.com/"&gt;creator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. You must post these rules if you receive the award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. You must chose 5 people to receive the award after receiving it yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. You must fit the characteristics of the recipient of the award, as posted by Mere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. You must post the characteristics of a recipient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. You must create a post sharing your win with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. You must thank your giver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm, Let Me See. Who should I choose? I love so many blogs and frequent them often.. but if I must choose five.. I will do so.. I will nominate the following ladies...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Megan, from- &lt;a href="http://crazycats84.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Life and Times of Megan&lt;/a&gt;: She is a fellow Oklahoman who is just plain fun. From reading her blog, I see that she tends to be a bit accident prone but she always has the best attitude about it. She has also been posting some beautiful wedding pictures. You guys should check out her blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy, from-&lt;a href="http://amahoney-amy.blogspot.com/"&gt; In My Life&lt;/a&gt;: She always has something excited going on. She cracks me up with her funny pictures and witty blogs. You should really look into her blog.. You never know what you might find. Everything from Aunt Bee to half clothed cooking husbands..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith, from- &lt;a href="http://walkwithmebyfaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Walk With Me By Faith&lt;/a&gt;: I was drawn to her blog first because of her background. I love all things Paris. But as I began reading her post I found she is such a sweet lady. She has been telling the story of her engagement. Like Megan, she has also been showing her wedding pictures. She is also quite talented in making things. I love all things monogrammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valerie, from- &lt;a href="http://valeriechris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Valerie and Chris&lt;/a&gt;: Valerie is such a sweetheart. She always leaves the sweetest comments and she is so sincere. Her post are always uplifting. She is also a fellow Oklahoman. And she also shares my love of The SOONERS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mdcrosby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Insight Insantity Imagination&lt;/a&gt;: It is so funny I am nominating someone and I don't even know her name.. but I love her blog. She is a funny girl who blogs about her daily life.. We have both been doing some of the same things lately.. tailgate parties and joining a swap!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-2130697998237515400?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/2130697998237515400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=2130697998237515400' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2130697998237515400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/2130697998237515400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-award.html' title='My First Award!'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNbttA7cLUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3nG6BJujcSY/s72-c/smile-award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-420165918382685655</id><published>2008-09-19T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:47:19.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Friday Foto Finish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took a photo this week over at my parents house. I have wanted to blog about it all week. Then I ran onto this site and thought it would be something fun to be a part of.. You can be a part of Foto Finish Friday too.. just click the linky to find out all about it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can do so here ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carrie's Friday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Foto&lt;/span&gt; Finish &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247737124042709618" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNO1HFEyGnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zmGJLT_Gpjk/s320/09-14-08_1220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Please forgive the quality of the picture. It was taken on my cellphone.. Oh, how I wish it would have been on my camera...because I love this picture for many reasons.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First of all, this is Abby. She is my parents fat cat. She is a butter ball. This picture doesn't really show you how big she is..but I am thinking she is a 25lber.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was Sunday just after church when I walked into my parents house and seen Abby all laid out on top of my Mom's beloved Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls. Seriously folks, my mom loves these things. My aunt made them for her and she changes them out with the seasons. My mom says she has a love hate relationship with Abby. She loves her because she has been around forever but she hates her because of all the shedding..well my mom would have flipped if she seen Abby like this.. So I knew I had to send this picture to her right away. I pulled out my phone, took this picture and quickly sent it in a text message entitled caught! Needless to say, she was not happy. My dad said, "Becky you should be ashamed of yourself, getting poor Abby in trouble".. I wasn't.. I think it was hilarious..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secondly, I love this picture because she is just so comfortable. Her chubby little legs just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sprawled&lt;/span&gt; out as if she were sitting in someones lap.. well technically, she is but you guys know what I mean.. and well Raggedy Ann and Andy just looked tickled to death to have some company...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thirdly, it made me think! Oh, No! Right? It made me think, Why Do We Always Want to go or be where we are not allowed. Or do things we are not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to do? Why is this? Even animals. From the beginning of time, with Eve... We always wanna push the envelope.. yep, this picture made me think... of course I don't really have the answers and I pretty much didn't ponder pass the point of all my questioning... but hey, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; it made me think huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Friday Friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-420165918382685655?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/420165918382685655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=420165918382685655' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/420165918382685655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/420165918382685655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-foto-finish.html' title='Friday Foto Finish'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNO1HFEyGnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zmGJLT_Gpjk/s72-c/09-14-08_1220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-6933127047445099596</id><published>2008-09-17T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:46:38.773-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafty Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>A Heart That Won't Quit -</title><content type='html'>I have never been an elegant writer.  I use the same words over and over. I am also the Queen of run on sentences- but I felt challenged to take part in &lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mama's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Losin&lt;/span&gt;' It&lt;/a&gt; little assignment. The topic I chose to write about is a heart that don't stop. I am choosing to write about my friend Betsy and her daughters battle with cancer. All through this Betsy has been so strong. She is the one facing a battle and she is teaching me so much. She has a daily &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;journal&lt;/span&gt; giving us all the latest updates on Audra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she wrote this...&lt;em&gt;I sit here tonight watching my daughter rest, and as all mother's i see the most precious beautiful angel in such a peaceful God given rest. She is a Blessing. I can not Praise God enough !! even with only a mustard seed of faith (thank you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;myree&lt;/span&gt;) God can move mountains. It brings me to tears to see the presence God has in Audra's life here. The doc's are amazed, in we really. They were afraid the posterior &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fossa&lt;/span&gt; could continue for months so they were trying to prepare me for that. but i tell you with great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;confidence&lt;/span&gt;, MY GOD IS HERE! and praise His name she is waking up. Watching her today, moving following commands with her hands and feet from her nurse. Its an overwhelming feeling to drop to my knees and Thank you Jesus for every second that tics on the clock and every breath of being. she is a living miracle and proof our God is powerful beyond anything ever imagined. we read of stories in the bible, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; looking at a story in this bed. such a tiny body, carrying such a powerful message of God's mercy and saving grace....Words cant express. like the song "I can only Imagine" those are the emotions i feel right at this time. and that is so true. so true. surrounded by His glory here, what does my heart feel.....i want to dance, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; in awe, we live/stand in His presence, and i do want to fall to my knees and sing His praises watching her day to day, from tears of joy or tears that He takes from my eyes, because He takes all pain away, He carries us, loves us, loves you......sometimes, most times i have no words at all to express what is happening here. There is no darkness here, only God's light and love. We will only worship God and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;continue&lt;/span&gt; each day to get better and better. She will dance for Him for she is surrounded by His &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ever present&lt;/span&gt; Glory..&lt;/em&gt; She has amazing strength. I am learning so much from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my story-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend and her name is Betsy. She is married to a coach and has 3 children. Two boys and a girl. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Betsy&lt;/span&gt; is a teacher and a lover of sports, especially baseball.  The summer league at our school was just getting underway when her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; was tragically diagnosed with cancer. Her third grade daughter and their family was thrown into a game they weren't prepared for. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opponent&lt;/span&gt; was big and scary - a team &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; wanted to play. Cancer, a team they never thought they would have to face.  The news of the big game spread quickly. People began to rally behind this family as their battle began. People were praying and cheering this dear family toward a victory.  Betsy, the heart of the team quickly fell into place. She has been with her daughter every step of the way. Fighting each batter with her daughter. Her heart has ached because of the times she has felt helpless. As she watched her daughter in pain, knowing nothing she could do would make the pain go away. At other times her heart has felt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;triumphant&lt;/span&gt; as she heard the umpires yell SAFE! You have made it through this batter, prepare for the next. Her heart has felt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt; as she and her daughter traveled to the best field in Memphis. While her boys and husband battled the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opponents&lt;/span&gt; here at home. Her heart has felt the love from the cheering fans and well wishes from home.  Her heart has felt pride as she watches her baby take on this battle head on.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Betsy&lt;/span&gt; must be tired and weary from all the innings but she doesn't show it.  She is the picture of strength. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Betsy&lt;/span&gt; has not sat on the sidelines the entire game. She has been actively running right along side her and she will be until her daughter rounds the last base and heads straight toward home. We will all be there cheering as they present this family with the trophy. 1st place champions beating cancer. Everyone will be so proud but no one as proud as her mother, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Betsy&lt;/span&gt;. Her biggest fan will be cheering the loudest. Tears of joy will be streaming down her face and she will take her family in her arms and as they began to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quietly&lt;/span&gt; huddle all together- they will thank GOD for a successful season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Betsy's&lt;/span&gt; heart won't stop believing that her baby will successfully beat this challenge and neither will we! I have been truly inspired by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Betsy&lt;/span&gt; through this whole ordeal. She is so strong. I am learning so much from her. Thanks for reading my story about them.. Please keep this family in your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in search of those silly 3 opening picture frames. This afternoon after work I went to another Dollar General, The Family Dollar, and The Dollar Tree.. and I found several things but not the frame that I was looking for.. Sure I found frames that had 3 openings but they were all bigger than I wanted. I think if it is to big the project will not have the same effect. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I did find a few cute things at the Dollar Tree. I bought a few of these:&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247195463891729346" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNHIeTxOu8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/x8yTQKatKp4/s320/shavingcreamfallyall+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cute little plastic containers with adorable scarecrows on them. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, lets see what can I do with these? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I headed across town to the Family Dollar and there I bought these..&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247196250634297186" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNHJMGnRn2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/XrZ0uF7naKM/s320/shavingcreamfallyall+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247196246287646578" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNHJL2a8_3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/KOHYMcL3Z40/s320/shavingcreamfallyall+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I would have bought planters peanuts but the only planters peanuts they had were unsalted and that just wouldn't do.. this being my last stop I headed home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;. I really wanted to find some of those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' frames. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I got home I mixed the peanuts and candy corn together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247197754277930626" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNHKjoH2poI/AAAAAAAAAGk/x7Xh_lbQUDc/s320/shavingcreamfallyall+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then I put the sweet and salty mixture in the plastic jar I bought at the Dollar Tree.. I added a little Happy Fall &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; Gift Tag and some curly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ribbon&lt;/span&gt;! It's a cute little gift costing me a big whopping 3 dollars. I am letting my class give them to the secretaries in the elementary and high school offices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247200850682530146" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNHNX3IPSWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gxHiViUoUOc/s320/shavingcreamfallyall+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys haven't had the sweet and salty mixture of candy corn and peanuts you need to try it. It is so yummy. Once you try it let me know what you think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-6933127047445099596?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/6933127047445099596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=6933127047445099596' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/6933127047445099596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/6933127047445099596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet-and-salty.html' title='A Heart That Won&apos;t Quit -'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNHIeTxOu8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/x8yTQKatKp4/s72-c/shavingcreamfallyall+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-6180994755433490187</id><published>2008-09-16T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:04:38.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Brother 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90210'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This and That'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hodge Podge'/><title type='text'>Hodge Podge</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty uneventful for me. It wasn't a bad day just not a very exciting one. It's funny really.. All throughout the day.. usually something will happen and I think.. I could blog about that.. but that didn't happen one time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for my uneventful blog this is what you will get... just a little of this and a little of that.. Virtual Hodge &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Podge&lt;/span&gt;. Fun huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, the weather here in Oklahoma is fabulous right now. I am loving the chilly mornings and evenings. I wish it would stay like this for a long time.. I am not a big fan of super cold weather. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, I went to the dollar store in search of a few of these:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNCINJ125xI/AAAAAAAAAFc/M94iAXX6NvE/s1600-h/IMG_1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246843325448120082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNCINJ125xI/AAAAAAAAAFc/M94iAXX6NvE/s320/IMG_1337.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanted to make a couple of these for some friends.. I thought they would be cheap/cute Halloween decorations for some of my teacher friends to put on their desk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNCJAZBQWzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/waLv3YkHGeg/s1600-h/IMG_1339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246844205695785778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNCJAZBQWzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/waLv3YkHGeg/s320/IMG_1339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But they didn't have any.. or anything that would even work.. I am going to have to go to another dollar store in search of them.. You can find the instructions on how to make these cute frames &lt;a href="http://joysofhome.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-trip-to-dollar-store.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Her blog is amazing it is called Joys of Home... These pictures are not mine. They are from her site... . I stumbled upon it from &lt;a href="http://www.oneprettything.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I so love this site. It has great ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my uneventful trip to the dollar store.. I came home and watched Big Brother 10 Season Finale. Congrats to Dan! I was rooting for him or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keesha&lt;/span&gt;. That show is addictive. Do you guys watch it?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNCKbQwY7cI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tX2vWW64i5M/s1600-h/293_gheesling_bigbrother_lc_091208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246845766845656514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNCKbQwY7cI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tX2vWW64i5M/s200/293_gheesling_bigbrother_lc_091208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched 90210 tonight. I am not completely sold on it yet. I don't dislike it. It just doesn't have the same appeal it did for me so many years ago..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNCLJrJj1wI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-ze4YBHxd0g/s1600-h/90210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246846564204533506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNCLJrJj1wI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-ze4YBHxd0g/s200/90210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNCLJrJj1wI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-ze4YBHxd0g/s1600-h/90210.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it has something to do with these guys not being on the show anymore.. It is funny how I used to think these guys were so cute.. Looking at this picture.. I am thinking my taste have changed a bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you are watching your weight and trying to stay away from high &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt; foods. Don't buy this..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNCL5oiSuCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XaRDGUrJ9A0/s1600-h/poppccoorrn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246847388136683554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNCL5oiSuCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XaRDGUrJ9A0/s200/poppccoorrn.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttery Salt and Cracked Pepper Popcorn is so wonderful. I just love it. It's sad really. Because this isn't the only yummy flavor they offer. They have Salt and Lime as well.. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;This guy is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not my friend! If he was he wouldn't have made something so very yummy.. and well if he were my friend he so would have made it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt; free.. ugh.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNCMvvbfEEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eAgKaiF1sJM/s1600-h/or-720348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246848317700116546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNCMvvbfEEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eAgKaiF1sJM/s320/or-720348.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. An uneventful post for an uneventful day! Here is hoping everyone has a blog worthy day tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Lovies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-6180994755433490187?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/6180994755433490187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=6180994755433490187' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/6180994755433490187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/6180994755433490187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/09/hodge-podge.html' title='Hodge Podge'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SNCINJ125xI/AAAAAAAAAFc/M94iAXX6NvE/s72-c/IMG_1337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-8451611261178038914</id><published>2008-09-15T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:45:03.279-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Candy Cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Low Temp Glue Gun'/><title type='text'>How To Make A Candy Cake</title><content type='html'>The other day I posted a picture of a candy cake that I made and several of you guys were asking how to make it. So I have tried to write down some instructions. Please forgive me in advance.. writing instructions is not a strength of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials&lt;br /&gt;6 styrofoam circles - 2 in each ascending size: 8" 6" and 4"&lt;br /&gt;1 Small styrofoam dome shaped topper&lt;br /&gt;1 Bag Of Blow Pops or suckers&lt;br /&gt;Approx 5 bags of minature candybars.. (depends on size of candy)&lt;br /&gt;Curly Ribbon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Directions: Glue together each set of foam circles to make one thick circle in each size. Glue each circle on top of each other. Make sure you get as close to middle as possible. Use low temp glue gun and start gluing the miniature candy bars all around. I used gum to hide any foam showing between each layer. I topped it with blow pops stuck into the dome shaped styrofoam. I finished with adding curly ribbon around the topper to make sure no foam shows. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246464092011930946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SM8vS3M2pUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GuCxY4jmwr0/s320/candycake+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246464461333084882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SM8voXB4OtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ksQ1cOLH4Lc/s320/bransonfun+042.jpg" /&gt;Okay- While in the middle of doing this post.. the picture uploader totally did some crazy stuff. The above photo is a bag of candy. But since you can't really tell you are just going to have to take my word for it. It is a mixture of minature size candy bars. It is the left over candy and it has been wrapped up in this wal-mart sack shoved to the very back of the cupboard. Waiting until another cake needs to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246464716769478546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SM8v3OmqR5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/_XrATrolQa8/s320/bransonfun+043.jpg" /&gt;There is no Hobby Lobby, Micheals, or any craft store in my town. Yes, it is very sad. The above picture shows pieces of syrofoam that I found at wal-mart. They didn't have the pieces that I mentioned in the directions..so I had to make due. The biggest white part (for the bottom) is actually from the dollar tree. It is a styrofoam tortilla warmer. Hey whatever works, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246465003647585506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SM8wH7TuzOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Mu0MM7vRTgk/s320/bransonfun+045.jpg" /&gt;This is my favorite crafting tool. I have an obsession really. I probably have 8 glue guns. These are low temp glue guns. These are the foam pieces stacked upon one another. I lay out my candy and think of a pattern that I would like to use. I also make sure that I will have enough of a certain candy to make it all the way around. I just use a small dab of low temp glue on the back of the candy and stick it to the cake form. The tempature is so low it doesn't melt the candy or tear through the covering. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246465251144376402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SM8wWVTkIFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9qkQSMMQu-w/s320/bransonfun+046.jpg" /&gt;It's really quite simple. I haven't had one turn out the same but all of them have been just as cute. Everyone loves them. It is something fun and different.. and that is why I like them.. If you have any questions feel free to ask. I am sorry if things are not clear.. I haven't ever really explained how to do a craft.. all written out like this.. I am also sorry that the pictures are crazy. I have deleted them and uploaded them several times.. and I keep getting these crazy multiple pictures ugh.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246463621207982322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SM8u3dUcgPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/F5ZEMs6PadY/s320/candycake+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is how it turns out.. I added ribbon around the candy and put starburst on it just to add some frill. It's really just up to the individual. So there you go! If any of you decide to make a candy cake please post pictures so that I can see how your cakes turn out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137507336156350252-8451611261178038914?l=smileitsbecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/feeds/8451611261178038914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137507336156350252&amp;postID=8451611261178038914' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8451611261178038914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137507336156350252/posts/default/8451611261178038914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-make-candy-cake.html' title='How To Make A Candy Cake'/><author><name>Weeksie50</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910783599197320478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SzLy3fs4lzI/AAAAAAAAArY/hPJH4y_wvQM/S220/5211_142273526239_507431239_3332730_1510487_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SM8vS3M2pUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GuCxY4jmwr0/s72-c/candycake+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137507336156350252.post-2927578041689283366</id><published>2008-09-14T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:45:49.659-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hearts Cry'/><title type='text'>May this always be my hearts cry.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SM1a8I1AiwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Y7yY1w_9xHU/s1600-h/praise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245949130164964098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHbiLFYNMds/SM1a8I1AiwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Y7yY1w_9xHU/s320/praise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times I've failed&lt;br /&gt;Still Your mercy remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And should I stumble again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm caught in Your grace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everlasting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never ending &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your will above all else &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My purpose
