<?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-4892350449874117579</id><updated>2012-01-27T21:19:33.637-05:00</updated><category term='4-H'/><category term='dealing with problems'/><category term='in-services'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='books'/><category term='collaboration'/><category term='Kiann'/><category term='death'/><category term='Sherman Alexie'/><category term='Indiana Literacy'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Emma'/><category term='nature'/><category term='spelling'/><category term='visiting dogs'/><category term='Anne Perry'/><category term='authors'/><category term='leaving'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Sara Holbrook'/><category term='Varsity'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Kid News'/><category term='Atlanta'/><category term='writers workshop'/><category term='Adrian'/><category term='Penny Kittle'/><category term='Dale&apos;s house'/><category term='10th birthday'/><category term='best friends'/><category term='flea market'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='parent/teacher conferences'/><category term='kids'/><category term='weather'/><category term='Auburn'/><category term='reading'/><category term='Shel Silverstein'/><category term='grandson'/><category term='book clubs'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='county fair'/><category term='medication'/><category term='ISTEP test'/><category term='I PICK'/><category term='cats'/><category term='Leo and Diane Dillon'/><category term='granddaughter'/><category term='camp memories'/><category term='Bridal Tea'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='Peachtree 10K'/><category term='writing workshop'/><category term='clowns'/><category term='Civil Rights Museum'/><category term='coaching'/><category term='Utah'/><category term='Janet Stevens'/><category term='reflextion'/><category term='Labor Day'/><category term='Practical Poetry'/><category term='Summer Institute'/><category term='preparing for a test'/><category term='jazz'/><category term='pet sickness'/><category term='Isabel Beck'/><category term='flexibility'/><category term='response to literature'/><category term='retirement'/><category term='Elvis'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Poetry Friday'/><category term='The Other Side'/><category term='pooltime'/><category term='Pool'/><category term='Saturday night dates'/><category term='fifth grade'/><category term='spring break'/><category term='Shipshewana'/><category term='Hamilton'/><category term='Ann Marie Corgill'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='queen contest'/><category term='Mountain Wedding'/><category term='On The Border'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Reading For Meaning'/><category term='farm'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='schuduling'/><category term='New Year; 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                    ---MARCEL PROUST</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-2705475536865726148</id><published>2012-01-27T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T21:19:33.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RETIRE, BUT NOW WHAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bIRiTus_8Mc/TyNZ8WO2-mI/AAAAAAAABCw/pOB3p-whOf0/s1600/Signing+for+retirement!.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bIRiTus_8Mc/TyNZ8WO2-mI/AAAAAAAABCw/pOB3p-whOf0/s1600/Signing+for+retirement!.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the time comes, you will know it.&amp;nbsp; That is what I have been told for years.&amp;nbsp; Well, I am sure it was great advice because I know it!&amp;nbsp; This will be my last year in this job.&amp;nbsp; I plan to retire in June along with my coaching buddies.&amp;nbsp; We are all leaving together.&amp;nbsp; We couldn't stay without the others.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;After 43 years, I am ready to see what else is out there.&amp;nbsp; Not sure what I will do yet, but it will be something exciting.&amp;nbsp; I will use my passion for working with great teachers, terrific kids and of course, writing!&amp;nbsp; I know God has something for me.&amp;nbsp; I just need to wait to see what it is.&amp;nbsp; As for now, I am enjoying my last few days as a district coach with the greatest school district in Indiana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpsMDpQ_4dY/TyNaAdAF7xI/AAAAAAAABC4/2FNJf9xNBA8/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpsMDpQ_4dY/TyNaAdAF7xI/AAAAAAAABC4/2FNJf9xNBA8/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-2705475536865726148?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2705475536865726148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=2705475536865726148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2705475536865726148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2705475536865726148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2012/01/retire-but-now-what.html' title='RETIRE, BUT NOW WHAT?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bIRiTus_8Mc/TyNZ8WO2-mI/AAAAAAAABCw/pOB3p-whOf0/s72-c/Signing+for+retirement!.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-5978043450399499052</id><published>2012-01-26T10:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:52:24.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYUTngMcs9I/TyF1L6czPuI/AAAAAAAABB8/vAdBDKlfxbM/s1600/IMG_1098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYUTngMcs9I/TyF1L6czPuI/AAAAAAAABB8/vAdBDKlfxbM/s320/IMG_1098.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It has been quite awhile since I have added to this blog.&amp;nbsp; I really have been blogging but on a different site.&amp;nbsp; If you have lost me, check out Voice of a Grandma at &lt;a href="http://www.dougka01.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.dougka01.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thought I would catch you up just a little.&amp;nbsp; First of all, our family has grown by leaps and bounds.&amp;nbsp; We now have eleven grandchildren with one more on the way this year.&amp;nbsp; Above you can see the picture of all of us at Christmas.&amp;nbsp; That is, all except Andy, who is still in Arizona.&amp;nbsp; We got to see him right before Thanksgiving, but he wasn't able to make it for our Christmas celebration.&amp;nbsp; We are going to visit him again over Spring Break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My other news is that I finally decided that 43 years of teaching was enough.&amp;nbsp; I signed my paper of intent to retire last week.&amp;nbsp; This June will be my last.&amp;nbsp; If you know me at all, you know that I will still be busy.&amp;nbsp; Right now, I have no idea what I that future holds.&amp;nbsp; I do know that with my love for writing, my interest in curriculum and having (soon) a dozen grandchildren, I will find something to keep me busy!&amp;nbsp; Knowing my future is in God's hands is enough for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Below you see us with all eleven grandchildren.&amp;nbsp; God has certainly blessed us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VqKWavd6dio/TyF1QQcar5I/AAAAAAAABCE/6qmEYEy2MSg/s1600/IMG_1093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VqKWavd6dio/TyF1QQcar5I/AAAAAAAABCE/6qmEYEy2MSg/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-5978043450399499052?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5978043450399499052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=5978043450399499052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5978043450399499052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5978043450399499052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!!!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYUTngMcs9I/TyF1L6czPuI/AAAAAAAABB8/vAdBDKlfxbM/s72-c/IMG_1098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-879346347823127378</id><published>2010-05-01T22:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:30:11.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MERON TURNS TWO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S9zijjU3stI/AAAAAAAAAzk/GGyRGIyBT6g/s1600/Meron%27s+birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466493148127015634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S9zijjU3stI/AAAAAAAAAzk/GGyRGIyBT6g/s320/Meron%27s+birthday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday was Meron's second birthday.  She looked adorable in her pink and white summer dress.  She was excited to see all the presents coming into her house and knowing they were all for her!  When it came time to blow out the candles she was ready.  Her mom had made a Sesame Street cake with all her favorite characters on it.  When the candles were lit, her dad asked her how old she was.  She continued to examine the cake and with a small unconcerned voice she replied, "Thirteen."  Her dad said, "No, not thirteen.  How old are you?"  Continuing to check out the characters on the cake, she answered in a disgusted voice, "TWO!"  What fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4892350449874117579-879346347823127378?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/879346347823127378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=879346347823127378' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/879346347823127378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/879346347823127378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/05/meron-turns-two.html' title='MERON TURNS TWO'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S9zijjU3stI/AAAAAAAAAzk/GGyRGIyBT6g/s72-c/Meron%27s+birthday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-6162389370242021866</id><published>2010-04-23T20:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T20:36:45.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S ALL ABOUT MEANING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I got the chance to go and talk to a third grade boy about his writing.  His teacher was concerned because after he wrote, he couldn't read it and neither could she.  His handwriting was in bad shape and he had no idea what he had written.  My job was to see how to help him become a better writer.  He was a great reader and really wanted to improve on his writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The piece we were looking at right then was a prompt he had responded to for the quarterly assessment.  I asked to see his writing folder or what he was currently working on in workshop.  The teacher said they couldn't find anything.  I decided to just start on another piece...ignoring the prompt writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The child and I talked for a few minutes about what the possibilities of his writing.  He told me a story about him going to a water park with his grandpa.  He said they went to the park and he climbed to the top of the slide.  His grandpa was at the bottom holding his arms out to catch him.  When he got to his grandpa, he caught him and then hugged him.  Since he had trouble remembering what he wrote, and since he would not finish his piece that day, I had him sketch a picture at the top of the paper and label it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Next, he began to write the story.  It began like this: "One time I went to a water park with grandpa."  That is as far as he got today.  It was written with spaces and nicely formed letters.  There were no lines on the paper, but it was all written in straight lines.  No problem reading that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I asked him about giving the piece to his grandfather when he finished it, he said, "I can't, he's dead."  We then talked about keeping memories alive and how important it was for him to capture those memories in stories.  He had a very serious job to do in workshop.  I asked him which paper he liked best: the prompt or the story he wrote today. Without hesitation he pointed to the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After he had gone back to class, I had the chance to talk to the teacher about the importance of meaning.  This story had meaning for the child.  It was full of meaning.  She didn't have to have his eyes checked or just the right kind of writing paper, she just had to find something that held meaning for him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks, Carl Anderson, for all your lessons in Assessing Writers on meaning as a trait in writing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-6162389370242021866?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6162389370242021866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=6162389370242021866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6162389370242021866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6162389370242021866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-all-about-meaning.html' title='IT&apos;S ALL ABOUT MEANING!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-3667915850149721037</id><published>2010-04-20T20:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:25:16.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DAVE GRADUATES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S85FBzT51hI/AAAAAAAAAzc/CBzQeXF1BpE/s1600/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462379295302866450" style="FLOAT: right; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tonight was Dave's last Puppy Class. He wore his new scarf that was all balloons and confetti with his name on it. He even brought his trainers a present...DeBrand's. He had a great time, as usual. We got our picture taken with him and he even got a certificate.  He can't wait for the next Obedience Class starting in May!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4892350449874117579-3667915850149721037?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3667915850149721037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=3667915850149721037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3667915850149721037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3667915850149721037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/04/dave-graduates.html' title='DAVE GRADUATES'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S85FBzT51hI/AAAAAAAAAzc/CBzQeXF1BpE/s72-c/IMG_0426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-8533598867968870554</id><published>2010-04-18T19:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:18:24.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DAVE'S SPRING BREAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8uY0hacnAI/AAAAAAAAAzM/7jLlgTwh98E/s1600/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461627001206774786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8uY0hacnAI/AAAAAAAAAzM/7jLlgTwh98E/s400/IMG_0372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Our Spring Break was wonderful. We can't wait until next year when we can do it all over again. Then I thought about the one part of Spring Break that I forgot. DAVE! As everyone knows, he is a big part of our lives. Being just a puppy, we wanted to make sure we did the best thing we could for him concerning Spring Break. We had planned to let him go to Sarah's house like we always did with Murphy. However, Dave had not ever been to Sarah's house and she had a busy weekend with Easter. So, we began looking at lodgings. It was late when we started the process and we were very picky about where our baby would stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Finally, The Big D came up with the idea of having someone stay here with him. He had a few suggestions and made a call. It worked out great! Molly came to visit before actually agreeing to stay with our little monster. She was wonderful. She started correcting him right away, but showed him lots of attention. When we got ready to leave she was right here to go over last minute directions. Dave thought she was great. As you can see from the picture we took right before we left, he LOVES Molly!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks, Molly, for making Dave's First Spring Break great for him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-8533598867968870554?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8533598867968870554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=8533598867968870554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8533598867968870554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8533598867968870554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/04/daves-spring-break.html' title='DAVE&apos;S SPRING BREAK'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8uY0hacnAI/AAAAAAAAAzM/7jLlgTwh98E/s72-c/IMG_0372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-2819294956266730509</id><published>2010-04-16T21:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:35:32.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ARIZONA STATE UNIVERSITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8kOzdE6yHI/AAAAAAAAAy8/yjiea70wz2Q/s1600/IMG_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460912300304812146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8kOzdE6yHI/AAAAAAAAAy8/yjiea70wz2Q/s200/IMG_0412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8kOnded5HI/AAAAAAAAAy0/PlJ_HCi6Kdw/s1600/IMG_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460912094253540466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8kOnded5HI/AAAAAAAAAy0/PlJ_HCi6Kdw/s200/IMG_0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8kPDBDIe3I/AAAAAAAAAzE/pcaAynvQ0oc/s1600/IMG_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460912567659035506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8kPDBDIe3I/AAAAAAAAAzE/pcaAynvQ0oc/s200/IMG_0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We took many walks on the campus of ASU while we were in Tempe.  My friend and professor there, Dr. Frank Serafini, had emailed me some great places to visit, but I just had to spend time on the campus where he works.  We first walked on a silent campus on Easter afternoon.  We did see a few students and even got some directions from one.  It was just nice to be able to have the campus almost to ourselves.  Then we came back on a beautiful spring morning and wandered around looking for the book store.  The campus, that day, was loaded with bicycles, students and all kinds of activities.  We were so glad we stayed close to the campus where we could enjoy the students and other sites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4892350449874117579-2819294956266730509?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2819294956266730509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=2819294956266730509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2819294956266730509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2819294956266730509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/04/arizona-state-university.html' title='ARIZONA STATE UNIVERSITY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8kOzdE6yHI/AAAAAAAAAy8/yjiea70wz2Q/s72-c/IMG_0412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-8036160572463844385</id><published>2010-04-15T20:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:40:35.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSION PALMS, TEMPE,ARIZONA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8ew00rxiLI/AAAAAAAAAys/Ac6m_rKgFAE/s1600/IMG_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460527494751946930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8ew00rxiLI/AAAAAAAAAys/Ac6m_rKgFAE/s200/IMG_0409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8ewb02Yy6I/AAAAAAAAAyc/YBnDJPxVvPQ/s1600/IMG_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460527065299733410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8ewb02Yy6I/AAAAAAAAAyc/YBnDJPxVvPQ/s200/IMG_0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8ewqJjZoNI/AAAAAAAAAyk/90yjKXG-Ab4/s1600/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460527311375409362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8ewqJjZoNI/AAAAAAAAAyk/90yjKXG-Ab4/s200/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We were able to stay at the Mission Palms Resort thanks to Andy. This is a place where he had been working and found it for us. It was just the perfect spot for everything we like to do. In the morning we would hike up the mountain that you can see in the the pool picture. Then we would walk over to Mill Street and have a hot chocolate and bagel while we watched the town wake up. In the afternoons we would sit by the pool, jump back into our jean shorts and t-shirts and head off to Mill Street again for lunch. Then it was back to the pool. In the late afternoons we would walk across the street and head over to Arizona State University. I will save those pictures for tomorrow's blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4892350449874117579-8036160572463844385?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8036160572463844385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=8036160572463844385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8036160572463844385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8036160572463844385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/04/mission-palms-tempearizona.html' title='MISSION PALMS, TEMPE,ARIZONA'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8ew00rxiLI/AAAAAAAAAys/Ac6m_rKgFAE/s72-c/IMG_0409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-8705439381390572433</id><published>2010-04-14T20:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:30:59.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VISITING FAMILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8ZdtaoF66I/AAAAAAAAAyU/dD4ObnsiGBk/s1600/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460154633056283554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8ZdtaoF66I/AAAAAAAAAyU/dD4ObnsiGBk/s200/IMG_0421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8ZdtHt4PdI/AAAAAAAAAyM/YUPyA53ORS0/s1600/IMG_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460154627980279250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8ZdtHt4PdI/AAAAAAAAAyM/YUPyA53ORS0/s200/IMG_0419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8Zds-kKT6I/AAAAAAAAAyE/RtRsG1G1DEU/s1600/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460154625523601314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8Zds-kKT6I/AAAAAAAAAyE/RtRsG1G1DEU/s200/IMG_0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best thing about our trip was to get to spend time with Emma and Adrian. We had so much fun playing with them, reading with them and just talking to them.  Adrian is always coming up with the funniest things to say.  When we had been on the plane from 8:00 in the morning AZ time to 6:00 in the evening IN time, we told them we were going to stop for supper.  Adrian thought a minute and then said, "But I haven't had breakfast yet!"  So glad we got to be with them AND Andy for Spring Break!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/4892350449874117579-8705439381390572433?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8705439381390572433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=8705439381390572433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8705439381390572433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8705439381390572433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/04/visiting-family.html' title='VISITING FAMILY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8ZdtaoF66I/AAAAAAAAAyU/dD4ObnsiGBk/s72-c/IMG_0421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-1739916415529966144</id><published>2010-04-13T16:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:02:01.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SEDONA, ARIZONA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8TbhKtCSxI/AAAAAAAAAx8/RHFe4rYIdgs/s1600/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459730011135298322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8TbhKtCSxI/AAAAAAAAAx8/RHFe4rYIdgs/s200/IMG_0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8TVVjH3C4I/AAAAAAAAAx0/-28SpBdto_A/s1600/IMG_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459723214462061442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8TVVjH3C4I/AAAAAAAAAx0/-28SpBdto_A/s200/IMG_0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8TVEWdgEmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/j1j6Y1iCcVk/s1600/IMG_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459722919005393506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8TVEWdgEmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/j1j6Y1iCcVk/s200/IMG_0390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On our second day in Arizona, we decided to take a road trip and go about two hours north to the area of the Red Rocks. We had many people suggest we go there. So, that morning after our mountain climb and breakfast at Starbucks on the corner, we headed north to Sedona.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We drove through the city and then into the desert. The whole drive was beautiful as the elevation kept getting higher and higher. It had been hot in Tempe the past day, so we wore our summer outfits of jean shorts, t-shirts and sandals. By the time we reached Sedona, the wind was whipping around at 50 mph. There were beautiful rock formations, but also a town full of sites, shops and tourists. It reminded us of Gatlinburg. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we jumped out of the car, we realized we had made a big mistake. We were NOT dressed for this altitude or weather. I was freezing. We hurried into a restaurant, ate whatever they had that was hot, and took off to buy a sweatshirt. The wind was still ridiculous, so we rushed to take pictures and headed back to Tempe where it was WARM!! Maybe on another trip we will try it when it is better weather up in the mountains!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4892350449874117579-1739916415529966144?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1739916415529966144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=1739916415529966144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1739916415529966144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1739916415529966144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/04/sedona-arizona.html' title='SEDONA, ARIZONA'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8TbhKtCSxI/AAAAAAAAAx8/RHFe4rYIdgs/s72-c/IMG_0398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-8058262294329491187</id><published>2010-04-12T19:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:23:59.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MOUNTAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8OpFqY5XLI/AAAAAAAAAxU/JfHuN_p3VLE/s1600/IMG_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459393088046324914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8OpFqY5XLI/AAAAAAAAAxU/JfHuN_p3VLE/s200/IMG_0379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8OpOW8nmHI/AAAAAAAAAxc/SVOCsA4xbw8/s1600/IMG_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459393237446269042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8OpOW8nmHI/AAAAAAAAAxc/SVOCsA4xbw8/s200/IMG_0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The highlight of our Spring Break trip to Tempe, Arizona was the mountain. Actually, it was called Hayden Butte Preserve. On Easter Sunday we got up early to watch the sunrise above it. We heard worshippers singing praise songs. We started up the mountain but I could only make it to 860'. We sat and watched the city wake up below us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The next morning we tackled the mountain again. This time I was determined to make it to the top--1485'! The angles were steep, the height was frightening, still we climbed...slowly. We did make it. The third and last day we went again. This time was easier. We noticed tiny animals, flowers on ca cactus and new sites below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At the end of our stay, that mountain seemed to take my focus. Since we could see it from our room, I constantly watched the activity on it. I was obsessed with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel it stood for all those mountains in my life right now. I felt if I could conquer that mountain, I could conquer all my fears. That mountain turned into my best friend in Arizona!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459395081930111074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8Oq5uL1eGI/AAAAAAAAAxk/J2VK8plGAx8/s200/IMG_0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4892350449874117579-8058262294329491187?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8058262294329491187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=8058262294329491187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8058262294329491187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8058262294329491187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/04/highlight-of-our-spring-break-trip-to.html' title='THE MOUNTAIN!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S8OpFqY5XLI/AAAAAAAAAxU/JfHuN_p3VLE/s72-c/IMG_0379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-3427516760805485595</id><published>2010-04-02T15:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:42:59.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DAVE'S GOOD FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7ZII54D50I/AAAAAAAAAxM/ipvLPFQFicI/s1600/IMG_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455627316418045762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7ZII54D50I/AAAAAAAAAxM/ipvLPFQFicI/s200/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7ZIIOpw_aI/AAAAAAAAAxE/tDH7IZUv9Gc/s1600/IMG_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455627304815361442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7ZIIOpw_aI/AAAAAAAAAxE/tDH7IZUv9Gc/s200/IMG_0370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7ZIH7sXBFI/AAAAAAAAAw8/A1pe6X3rjXw/s1600/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455627299725968466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7ZIH7sXBFI/AAAAAAAAAw8/A1pe6X3rjXw/s200/IMG_0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7ZIHt2iVMI/AAAAAAAAAw0/uM70C7ZMjQA/s1600/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455627296010556610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7ZIHt2iVMI/AAAAAAAAAw0/uM70C7ZMjQA/s200/IMG_0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since we are going to be gone for Easter, Dave got his Easter present this morning. He was so happy to get a huge gorilla named Monkey! Then we took off for Pokagon State Park. We want to make this an annual event for Good Friday.   He loved the new smells, sounds and running without a leash on the trails.  Then he saw the water!!  He was scared at first and then just took off running in and out of it.  I think we have a Water Dog!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/4892350449874117579-3427516760805485595?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3427516760805485595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=3427516760805485595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3427516760805485595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3427516760805485595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/04/daves-good-friday.html' title='DAVE&apos;S GOOD FRIDAY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7ZII54D50I/AAAAAAAAAxM/ipvLPFQFicI/s72-c/IMG_0371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-6962480004371171727</id><published>2010-04-01T21:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:16:52.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL VISITS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7VDoVAIXtI/AAAAAAAAAwc/4a_Upr1C21c/s1600/Quality+Friends+second+grade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455340883740745426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7VDoVAIXtI/AAAAAAAAAwc/4a_Upr1C21c/s400/Quality+Friends+second+grade.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Visited another wonderful school today. We were looking for data recording and other quality classroom data. Boy, did we find it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here we have a chart of what makes a Quality Friend. Then the students had written information pieces about their quality friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They also had written their own Mission Statements. This is what they want to see in their classrooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. .&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7VERkv2Y5I/AAAAAAAAAwk/x7_xXDYfjBI/s1600/close+up+of+mission+statement+2nd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455341592342061970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7VERkv2Y5I/AAAAAAAAAwk/x7_xXDYfjBI/s320/close+up+of+mission+statement+2nd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7VE_p7pgCI/AAAAAAAAAws/H_IlGANNuiQ/s1600/ORF+goals+second+grade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455342384007708706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7VE_p7pgCI/AAAAAAAAAws/H_IlGANNuiQ/s200/ORF+goals+second+grade.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did I mention that all these classrooms were second grade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4892350449874117579-6962480004371171727?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6962480004371171727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=6962480004371171727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6962480004371171727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6962480004371171727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/04/school-visits.html' title='SCHOOL VISITS'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7VDoVAIXtI/AAAAAAAAAwc/4a_Upr1C21c/s72-c/Quality+Friends+second+grade.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-5429221919219457128</id><published>2010-03-31T18:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:17:55.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SECOND GRADE WRITERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7PIXT1ugBI/AAAAAAAAAwM/W1y_2aTwVG8/s1600/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454923876463968274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7PIXT1ugBI/AAAAAAAAAwM/W1y_2aTwVG8/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last day of Slice of Life...but now I am in the routine, I will keep with blogging.  Maybe not every day, but I will keep my blog up-to-date.  Today I had the chance to visit a second grade writer's workshop.  The teacher had told my partner and me about things that were going on in her room and we just had to see for ourselves.  So, we took a trip to visit that room.  It was so much fun being in a second grade again and watching kids love to write.  We got to conference with writing partners and watch how they helped each other with their pieces.  One little girl showed me a book she had written.  On the front was the title and by_____.  She had illustrations, too, of course.  So I asked her who the illustrator was.  She immediately said, "ME!"  So we looked through books her teacher had as mentor text and found the front of many with either, illustrated by or pictures by.  She decided she wanted to add illustrated by to the front of her book.  The picture I have attached to my blog today is a bulletin board outside their classroom.  It not only has pictures of kids being writers, but also has exactly what they are doing AND the standards that are addressed.  What a perfect way to spend a spring day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454924195895382178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7PIp50HEKI/AAAAAAAAAwU/wSZDV1FZq1k/s200/pictures+of+WW.JPG" border="0" /&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/4892350449874117579-5429221919219457128?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5429221919219457128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=5429221919219457128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5429221919219457128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5429221919219457128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/second-grade-writers.html' title='SECOND GRADE WRITERS'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7PIXT1ugBI/AAAAAAAAAwM/W1y_2aTwVG8/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-7139260288228969917</id><published>2010-03-30T20:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:34:14.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO HOLDS THE FUTUTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7KWOcQzw3I/AAAAAAAAAv8/clRL2OoEITQ/s1600/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454587273548120946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7KWOcQzw3I/AAAAAAAAAv8/clRL2OoEITQ/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454587742329772162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7KWpunEGII/AAAAAAAAAwE/ZvaIGnNiuk8/s200/Todd+%26+Beth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Slice of Life today has just got to be about my son and daughter-in-law.  They are going through so much right now.  First of all, they are expecting their first child together...a little boy due in August.  We are all so happy about that, especially Kiann, who will be an older brother.  He wanted a brother!  They just sold their house a few weeks ago and were ready to purchase a lot to begin building their dream house.  They had been waiting on the bank to give them the okay.  They waited and waited and waited.  Then all they needed was the former owners' signature.  Those owners had divorced and moved away.  The hunt began to find them.  People were calling.  People tried to find them.  No luck.  Then they found out they were on the run.  So, the purchase of that lot which Todd and Beth had their heart set on, could not be bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now they are looking again for another house.  They have a couple that are not quite what they want plus they are much more than they want to pay.  They want a house to bring that little boy home to when the time comes.  Being sort of "homeless", expecting a baby, and stressed is not the best way to be.  We are all praying for a miracle.  They have worked so hard for this time in their lives.  Hopefully, they will find the perfect house with the perfect price.  We will put our faith in the One who holds the future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-7139260288228969917?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7139260288228969917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=7139260288228969917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7139260288228969917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7139260288228969917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-holds-futute.html' title='WHO HOLDS THE FUTUTE'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7KWOcQzw3I/AAAAAAAAAv8/clRL2OoEITQ/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-1940803204246518817</id><published>2010-03-29T20:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:30:27.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING BREAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7FD0-QwtII/AAAAAAAAAv0/C-qfkfgUjZI/s1600/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454215201067938946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7FD0-QwtII/AAAAAAAAAv0/C-qfkfgUjZI/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only three more days of school and then SPRING BREAK!!  Then on Saturday we pick up the grand kids and head for Indy and the airport.  After flying to Dallas and then on to Phoenix.  We had everything planned for here at home, at least we thought we did.  The neighbor was going to feed the cats and Sarah was going to take care of Dave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is until we got to thinking about Dave.  He is a five-month old puppy....a LARGE five-month old puppy.  This is Easter weekend and Sarah had lots of action going on that weekend.  We decided not to make her go through the puppy stage especially when Dave had never even been to her home.  We looked into lodging and pet care places.  It had to be the best of the best for our Dave.  The problem was...everything was full.  Then DD had a great idea.  He called a friend of his who is a young 20 year old working and going to school.  He asked her if she was interested in staying here and taking care of Dave AND the cats.  Her answer?  "SURE, I'd love to!"  My sidebar comment was..."She hasn't met Dave yet!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came over tonight to meet Dave and the cats.  She still is willing to take on the challenge and stay for five days with the wild guy.  We are so excited about our trip.  We get to spend time with Emma and Adrian and see their dad in Phoenix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be staying in a resort where Andy, our son, works as a chef.  It is practically on the campus of Arizona State University.  I remembered that is where Frank Serafini is a professor, so I wrote to him.  I wanted to know if he could give us some tips for places to go.  He wrote back this morning with several good ideas.  We are so excited and can't wait to get in that sunshine!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-1940803204246518817?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1940803204246518817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=1940803204246518817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1940803204246518817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1940803204246518817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='SPRING BREAK'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S7FD0-QwtII/AAAAAAAAAv0/C-qfkfgUjZI/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-6352436238382514916</id><published>2010-03-28T20:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:08:54.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RAINY SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6_uSdmTb2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/rv35JuLXGmw/s1600/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453839674719301474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6_uSdmTb2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/rv35JuLXGmw/s320/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TEN THINGS TO DO ON A RAINY SUNDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Wipe off Dave after coming in from doing his "duty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Read a professional book on the couch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Wipe off Dave after coming in from doing his "duty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Clean the bedroom, including dusting the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dressers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Wipe off Dave after coming in from doing his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"duty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Read the Sunday paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Wipe Dave off again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. Take Dave for a walk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Watch the NCAA games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. Wipe Dave off including muddy paws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;WHO WANTED THIS DOG????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-6352436238382514916?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6352436238382514916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=6352436238382514916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6352436238382514916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6352436238382514916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/rainy-sunday.html' title='RAINY SUNDAY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6_uSdmTb2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/rv35JuLXGmw/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-5135004395822541716</id><published>2010-03-27T22:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:36:12.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S669m_Q7UaI/AAAAAAAAAvk/CkHoedFoXcA/s1600/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453504676307358114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S669m_Q7UaI/AAAAAAAAAvk/CkHoedFoXcA/s320/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a great party tonight in Fort Wayne for our friend and co-worker, Barb...alias Barbie. Everyone was to dress like Barbie or in 60's attire. The party was a SURPRISE for Barb. Her son from our west was here to join his twin. All her friends from work, church and family joined her. She was really a great sport about the whole thing. They even had ordered a "Barbie" outfit for her to wear. She and Kerry and also their boys were in full Barbie-wear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453504234290040146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S669NQnyTVI/AAAAAAAAAvU/WT-u2G0aG1Q/s320/IMG_0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All the coaches I worked with last year were invited. We sat at a table at the back and had the best time. It isn't often that we get to spend time together just talking. That is what we did tonight. We talked and laughed and ate and just had a great time. What a wonderful evening. It is great to have such terrific, fun friends and then to also be able to work with them is a real treat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S669ZWusOcI/AAAAAAAAAvc/mikOxW968F0/s1600/IMG_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453504442088044994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S669ZWusOcI/AAAAAAAAAvc/mikOxW968F0/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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/4892350449874117579-5135004395822541716?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5135004395822541716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=5135004395822541716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5135004395822541716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5135004395822541716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/barbies-birthday.html' title='Barbie&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S669m_Q7UaI/AAAAAAAAAvk/CkHoedFoXcA/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-7959192751142845702</id><published>2010-03-26T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:34:11.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BABY BOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S61RqyQCUKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/QArOVGweKLk/s1600/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453104519300927650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S61RqyQCUKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/QArOVGweKLk/s320/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, my Slice of Life today has to be the great news I got this morning.  Todd and Beth found out they are having a BOY!!!  I really had thought it was going to be a girl...not sure why, just did.  That's okay, I just want a grandbaby!  I am so excited for them.  They have waited so long and been through so much.  What a lucky little boy!  These next four months will seem like forever, but really will fly by.  My love and prayers are with this new family!!!  LOVE THEM ALL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-7959192751142845702?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7959192751142845702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=7959192751142845702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7959192751142845702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7959192751142845702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-baby-boy.html' title='NEW BABY BOY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S61RqyQCUKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/QArOVGweKLk/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-4963605461002332720</id><published>2010-03-25T19:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:07:36.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE I'M FROM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6v1gNJ1L0I/AAAAAAAAAvE/T9JVUr1YXnw/s1600/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452721707497631554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6v1gNJ1L0I/AAAAAAAAAvE/T9JVUr1YXnw/s320/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the in-service tonight, we started off the section Memoir unit of study with a poem by George Ella Lyon called: "Where I'm From".  We then had all of the participants write their own poem, using hers as a mentor text, and then share them.  This is a way they could start off their Units of Study in their classrooms.  Here is mine:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am from cornfields, from Coca-Cola and graham crackers. I am from country roads. Homemade, plaid skirts; the sound of trains in the distance.  I am from the peony bushes in Grandma's backyard growing tall in the Spring but cut down soon after they bloom.  I'm from popcorn on Sunday night and "You've got to hold your mouth right", from Ida Mae and Jim.  I'm from sharing my Lima beans with the dog under the table and playing badminton in the front yard.  From "finish all your dinner before you leave the table" and "you have to tell your sister you're sorry". I'm from spending all day Sunday in church and Violet teaching us about Winky Bear in Jr. Church.  I'm from Irish roots, From potato soup and red velvet cake. From the time Joanie spilled the "grunt" water when she spent the summer with Grandma.  The hot pot pies Dale and I ate for lunch at Grandma's house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm from all the family pictures spilling out of boxes under my bed waiting to be mounted into albums representing my family tree.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-4963605461002332720?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4963605461002332720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=4963605461002332720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4963605461002332720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4963605461002332720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-im-from.html' title='WHERE I&apos;M FROM'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6v1gNJ1L0I/AAAAAAAAAvE/T9JVUr1YXnw/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-8252022148073432520</id><published>2010-03-24T19:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:48:01.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UNITS OF STUDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6qi0yG2i3I/AAAAAAAAAu8/9TkcaXN2jrQ/s1600/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452349326572817266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6qi0yG2i3I/AAAAAAAAAu8/9TkcaXN2jrQ/s320/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the midst of all our cuts, surplussing and many changes we still must carry on with what we do for kids.  Today I spent the morning going over the PD that my friend and I will be delivering to the 4th and 5th grade teachers in our district.  Every quarter we go over the next quarter's writing units of study.  We have been doing this for several years so now we are really bumping up what we are sharing.  It is not just handing out the units with lessons, but more having the teachers brain storm and work together to make the units more rigorous for their students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tomorrow's session will be for Quarter 4.  We are focusing on three units of study in our two hours with them.  We will start out with Independent Writing.  I like to give a basic unit so those kiddos who have not been bathed in workshop will have the support they need.  Then we go deeper with the study.  I am not sure where the second part of our session will go with this.  It all depends on where the teachers take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The next unit of study is one of my favorites.  It is the memoir session.  Katie Ray says memoir can be a series of small moments.  That is where we are going with the basic group.  Then we are going to go deeper using Katherine Bomer's book on memoirs.  Our last unit of study is called: The Writerly Life.  That is all about reflections.  We are going to have the teachers reflect over their year as well as show them how they can help their students to reflect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's about it.  If you have any suggestions or ideas for us, let us know.  We would love to share!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-8252022148073432520?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8252022148073432520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=8252022148073432520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8252022148073432520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8252022148073432520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/units-of-study.html' title='UNITS OF STUDY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6qi0yG2i3I/AAAAAAAAAu8/9TkcaXN2jrQ/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-433627562190458877</id><published>2010-03-23T16:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T16:26:36.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BUDGET CUTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6khbnbHSYI/AAAAAAAAAu0/QpR9u-rxPXU/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451925582231587202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6khbnbHSYI/AAAAAAAAAu0/QpR9u-rxPXU/s320/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night the school board made a decision. It was to approve $15 million in budget cuts. It was not a pretty sight to watch. This included the closing of one high school and one elementary school. They are also eliminating 91 teaching positions, ending the summer school program and cutting 9 administrative positions and reducing central office expenses by more than $3 million.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this affect me? I am not sure yet. We have a meeting on Thursday morning and I am sure I will know more then. But today I had the chance to go to the elementary building being closed. Not exactly the best time frame. We were collaborating with the building coach and the principal. We were reluctant to ask about how everyone was today. However, the coach was very up beat and said the staff was handing this well. This school is one that is located away from the urban life, almost in a field with major roads running on both sides of it. The school is like none of the other buildings in that it is more of a country school than big city district. It is so sad to see it go. Even if we all know this is best for the district, it is sad to see it go. Fortunately, I get to work there with their teachers a couple more times this year. I know the last time I am there it is going to be with a heavy heart leaving. My heart goes out to these teachers, students and everyone who has been touched by this school.&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/4892350449874117579-433627562190458877?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/433627562190458877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=433627562190458877' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/433627562190458877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/433627562190458877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/budget-cuts.html' title='BUDGET CUTS'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6khbnbHSYI/AAAAAAAAAu0/QpR9u-rxPXU/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-1636066651470780384</id><published>2010-03-22T20:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:28:01.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOSPITAL DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Con't from 3/21:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday was prep day for my procedure of the colonoscopy. Actually, what I was preparing for was what they call in slang terms: Flexible Sieg. The prep for this procedure is not as rigid as the full blown colonoscopy. Still, it was not comfortable or fun. I finished that at midnight. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This morning I started with the no eating or drinking segment. There were a couple other things that I had to go through, but I don't want to get down and dirty with that. The hardest part, honestly, was the not being able to eat or drink this morning. We left for the hospital at 9:20 since we live close. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the procedure a driver is required to stay for the entire time and then obviously drive you home. The Big D volunteered to take off work and do that. He is a great support throughout the time spent going through this procedure. We arrived at the hospital and checked in. A volunteer took us up to the right area. He was wonderful at making us feel comfortable and at ease. In no time at all, I was in bed with a blue wrap that had spots for them to hook up heaters to my gown. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After filling out paperwork from the bed, gettng an IV hooked up and an explanation of what would happen, I was ready to be wheeled into the room for the procedure. I think this was the fastest I was "out" in all the times I have gone through this. The next time I was alert, I was back in the room waking up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A quick trip through the McDonald's drive-through and I was home on the couch. The Big D left for work and I snuggled with a couple blankets to sleep the day away. I woke up at 5:00 after not even moving. Since I had not really eaten for two days we treated ourselves to a pizza from Pizza Hut. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The doctor told The Big D that things looked great and I would be back for a full-blown colonoscopy next February. I have been doing these for about 10 years. I really believe it is because of them that I have never gotten colon cancer. I have had some pre-cancer polyps and my doctor has been diligent in being on top of the issue. So, if you have not had a colonoscopy yet, I recommend you check with your family doctor and check it out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-1636066651470780384?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1636066651470780384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=1636066651470780384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1636066651470780384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1636066651470780384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/hospital-day.html' title='HOSPITAL DAY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-6437038254811984998</id><published>2010-03-21T18:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:38:58.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>COLONOSCOPY???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6aeJpBq7gI/AAAAAAAAAuc/JezvIzNZUZM/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451218287447436802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6aeJpBq7gI/AAAAAAAAAuc/JezvIzNZUZM/s320/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Slice of Life today has to be about what I am focusing on most today.  Actually, it is not focusing on today, but what tomorrow will bring.  I am taking the day off from school.  Sounds like a pleasant thought, right?  Not really.  I just finished taking my medicine to be sure I was ready for my visit to our local hospital.  Nothing serious.  Well, medically serious anyway.  It is time for my dreaded colonoscopy.  The procedure is not bad at all.  In fact, I sort of enjoy it.  The doctor comes in the room and asks how I am feeling.  Then the nurse begins to let the liquid flow into my veins from the previous set intravenous tube.  I really like the warm feeling that soon takes over.  Once I really tried to stay awake and watch the little screen that showed what was happening.  That didn't work.  I don't do that any more.  I just close my eyes and go into a blissful sleep.  When I wake up I usually ask all kinds of questions.  The only problem with that is, I don't remember that I asked them and I don't remember the answer the doctor gave me.  Therefore, I ask them over and over and over and over until the doctor tells me to quit!  Well, I don't know what he gets so upset for, he is the one who gave me the medicine to cause me to forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow at 10:30 I will be peacefully asleep.  Right now though...well, we won't talk about that!!!  Bet you can't wait to see what my blog will be tomorrow, can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-6437038254811984998?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6437038254811984998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=6437038254811984998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6437038254811984998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6437038254811984998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/colonoscopy.html' title='COLONOSCOPY???'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6aeJpBq7gI/AAAAAAAAAuc/JezvIzNZUZM/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-5792238143101374892</id><published>2010-03-20T20:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:52:24.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING BREAK CAN'T COME SOON ENOUGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6VraR4mhaI/AAAAAAAAAuM/0KdhjkqqOoc/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450881023223432610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6VraR4mhaI/AAAAAAAAAuM/0KdhjkqqOoc/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At 1:35 p.m. it was officially Spring...or close to that time anyway. With only two weeks to go until we go on Spring Break, it got me thinking about what all we had to do to get ready for it. We are again this year taking two of our grandchildren on a plane to Arizona to visit their dad, Andy. Last year we had such a good time with them that we promised we would do it again this year. Andy is going to school in Scottsdale to become a chef. He doesn't get back to Indiana enough, so we decided to go out there and see him. He already has our room ready for us at a hotel/resort where he is working as a "cook" getting ready to become a chef. It is near the University of Arizona so we are excited about being close to the school and everything that means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To get ready for the trip we always buy and then fill a backpack for each of the kids. We purchased them last night....black for Adrian and read for Emma. Adrian is in kindergarten and Emma is in second grade. We also bought a few small toys, some treats, an Easter bunny stuffed toy. Today we went to Barnes and Noble and found some books that were at their reading level and some math workbooks, too. We will fly out of Indy and make one stop in Dallas on the way out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Getting ready to spend time with the kids and Andy along with just the excitement of being in Arizona again is helping me to get through the next two weeks. I am SO ready for SPRING!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450883447880254674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6Vtnab1hNI/AAAAAAAAAuU/HvXrsjShI98/s320/22+us+with+kids.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4892350449874117579-5792238143101374892?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5792238143101374892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=5792238143101374892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5792238143101374892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5792238143101374892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break-cant-come-soon-enough.html' title='SPRING BREAK CAN&apos;T COME SOON ENOUGH'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6VraR4mhaI/AAAAAAAAAuM/0KdhjkqqOoc/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-7774412095686915698</id><published>2010-03-19T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:35:43.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DAVE TURNS FIVE MONTHS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6QXHw2FabI/AAAAAAAAAt0/KLbDqYt0X1c/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450506871163414962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6QXHw2FabI/AAAAAAAAAt0/KLbDqYt0X1c/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the puppy books I have read say that at 5 months your puppy is equal to ten years old. He will then start to become a little different. Instead of being the obedient dog he has been, he will start to become more independent. Since Dave just turned five months old today, we haven't seen this behavior. Last night we did his Puppy Class homework. Yes, he has homework. He practiced heeling, sitting when we stopped walking, down and turning on heel. He did so well that we decided to try him on stay, then come and then go into heel position. He was almost perfect. I think we have the star of the class here. Of course, that doesn't mean he will do it in Puppy Class with all those other cute puppies to distract him. Hey, I sound like the parent who says: "But they could do it at home!" YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6QXIZuW62I/AAAAAAAAAt8/SOHsAPq0c3A/s1600-h/IMG_0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450506882136861538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6QXIZuW62I/AAAAAAAAAt8/SOHsAPq0c3A/s200/IMG_0344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6QXI7QD-lI/AAAAAAAAAuE/VeiYT-mp-V0/s1600-h/IMG_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450506891136596562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6QXI7QD-lI/AAAAAAAAAuE/VeiYT-mp-V0/s200/IMG_0343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-7774412095686915698?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7774412095686915698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=7774412095686915698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7774412095686915698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7774412095686915698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/dave-turns-five-months.html' title='DAVE TURNS FIVE MONTHS'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6QXHw2FabI/AAAAAAAAAt0/KLbDqYt0X1c/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-1942185293535761949</id><published>2010-03-18T20:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:00:49.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CUTS ARE HAPPENING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6LKWBOFRaI/AAAAAAAAAts/GLTKn-6qaLs/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450140978705155490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6LKWBOFRaI/AAAAAAAAAts/GLTKn-6qaLs/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cuts are happening all over the state. The governor has asked school districts to find ways to save money. He has even handed out suggestions. The district I work in has to make $15 million this year. Rumors are flying. Schools may be closed. Pink slips will be handed out to more teachers than I want to think. Teachers who are new to the district and some new to teaching, but excellent teachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school board and superintendent have made an effort to hold meetings where those affected by the possible closings could come and vent, ask questions, or give suggestions. Two of the meetings were held in schools that are considered being cut. The last meeting was held where the board always meets for their usual meetings. Tonight was that last meeting. All day there were people out front with signs marching. The meeting was emotional, enlightening and informative. I was able to watch it on Live Streaming, the first time for this to happen. I sat in front of my computer and watched the whole thing. What a great way to be involved in what is happening in our district. I was so impressed by how the board and superintendent handled the meeting. I was so impressed with the people who spoke. They gave those suggestions. They asked those questions. And they listened...along with the board. No matter what happens in the mess that we are going through, I am so thankful to have been a part of this school district for the past five years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-1942185293535761949?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1942185293535761949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=1942185293535761949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1942185293535761949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1942185293535761949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/cuts-are-happening.html' title='CUTS ARE HAPPENING'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6LKWBOFRaI/AAAAAAAAAts/GLTKn-6qaLs/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-1964601873564658639</id><published>2010-03-17T20:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:16:50.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does It Affect You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6FveookTFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/KzCP4XElpnQ/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449759596189338706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6FveookTFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/KzCP4XElpnQ/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The way things are changing with schools and districts all over Indiana is amazing.  Tonight our union had the meeting to show the membership the master contract tentative agreement.  Everyone pushed into Anthis Career Center and found a seat or standing room only.  At 4:30 the contract was discussed.  I could go over each and every part of it, but that is not what I want to blog about.  The thing that stood out for me was a slide that was put up first.  It said: "It is only fair if it doesn't affect you."  How true that is.  I had never thought of it in that way before.  Should the cut the "steps/increment which would affect the younger teachers?  Should they cut the insurance or make us pay more of it out of pocket which would affect everyone?  That was the discussion.  It all goes back to: "It is only fair if it doesn't affect you."  Something to stop and think about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-1964601873564658639?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1964601873564658639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=1964601873564658639' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1964601873564658639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1964601873564658639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/does-it-affect-you.html' title='Does It Affect You?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6FveookTFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/KzCP4XElpnQ/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-2430111736623003442</id><published>2010-03-16T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:37:36.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PUPPY KINDERGARTEN CLASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6AisK-mbmI/AAAAAAAAAtc/M5nvOx8g1-s/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449393691374808674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6AisK-mbmI/AAAAAAAAAtc/M5nvOx8g1-s/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Parents are always anxious and nervous when their children start school.  Being a primary teacher, I have experienced this over the years.  As we prepared Dave for his first evening of school, we felt the same way.  We had treats packed since he could not eat supper until after class.  We didn't want any accidents.  We had poop-bags in case there was an accident anyway.  We had his leash...two sizes depending on what kind of exercises he had to do tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just like parents getting their children ready for the first school experience, we had trained Dave to heel, sit and down.  We thought he did very well for a five month old puppy.  Then we took him to class.  He was so excited to see so many puppy friends of all sizes.  Daddy took him through the class tonight.  They did many practice rounds and met a few of the new puppy friends.  Then Della, the instructor came into the ring.  She is the same instructor that Murphy had for puppy class.  We felt Dave did the heel, sits, and downs very well.  He didn't have much practice with about turns, so that is his homework for next week.  Yes, homework.  We are to work him every night during commercials.  So, my baby is now in school and we are very proud of him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-2430111736623003442?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2430111736623003442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=2430111736623003442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2430111736623003442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2430111736623003442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/puppy-kindergarten-class.html' title='PUPPY KINDERGARTEN CLASS'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S6AisK-mbmI/AAAAAAAAAtc/M5nvOx8g1-s/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-2457137427849328809</id><published>2010-03-15T20:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:11:29.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LITERACY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S57LGP1a7VI/AAAAAAAAAtU/OrQEs70hmik/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449015907355127122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S57LGP1a7VI/AAAAAAAAAtU/OrQEs70hmik/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a literacy sort of day.  Spent the morning with the All Write!!! gang at East Noble for a coaches' meeting.  As usual, learned lots, saw old friends and did our book study on The Book Whisperer.  Then it was off to lunch at Si Senor, a favorite place to eat.  Still talking literacy and school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to East Noble for work on our presentation for summer institute in Shipshewana in June.  Julia and I are presenting on "must-have" professional books.  We are excited about the books we will be discussing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4:00, it was back to Si Senor for our Book Club.  Amy joined us and we ordered and began talking about our book for this month: Outliers.  We each told about our favorite chapter and why we liked that one...or why it stood out for us.  If you have not read that one yet, it is another MUST READ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect way to spend the day...friends, food and books!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-2457137427849328809?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2457137427849328809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=2457137427849328809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2457137427849328809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2457137427849328809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/literacy-day.html' title='LITERACY DAY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S57LGP1a7VI/AAAAAAAAAtU/OrQEs70hmik/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-488589035452506495</id><published>2010-03-14T21:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:15:14.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book Whisperer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S52HigsdmaI/AAAAAAAAAtM/rHwm4hEhtTc/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448660151149894050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S52HigsdmaI/AAAAAAAAAtM/rHwm4hEhtTc/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been in a book study all year with a group from the All Write!!! coaches. The book group I chose to be in was reading &lt;em&gt;The Book Whisperer&lt;/em&gt; by Donalyn Miller. I chose that book group because I had the book but never seemed to finish it. I thought this would make me read it. It wasn't that the book was boring or not appropriate for me. I was just that something else always seemed to come along. Tomorrow we were to have our last chapters read, so I needed to get busy. That is what I did this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;afternoon, read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any teacher who has not read it, I would say it is a MUST read! Donalyn is a 6th grade teacher who says she turns every student into a reader. The book takes you through how she does that. I knew of Richard Alllington's findings from thirty years ago where he says that students weren't spending enough time actually reading during reading instruction, and they still aren't. Miller finds the way to turn her students into not only readers but passionate readers. This is one book that I know I will read over and over and recommend to others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-488589035452506495?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/488589035452506495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=488589035452506495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/488589035452506495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/488589035452506495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-whisperer.html' title='The Book Whisperer'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S52HigsdmaI/AAAAAAAAAtM/rHwm4hEhtTc/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-774541167262313548</id><published>2010-03-13T18:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:53:39.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMMY-DAVE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5wjWBcet-I/AAAAAAAAAtE/Uhi958AlgCo/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448268510463440866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5wjWBcet-I/AAAAAAAAAtE/Uhi958AlgCo/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was a Mommy-Dave Day. Dad had to go to meetings all morning, so Dave and Mommy spent the morning together. Again, he had some interesting first-time experiences. Since it was raining today, I decided to use the treadmill for my two mile walk. Dave has seen me on the treadmill and elliptical, but today was a little different for some reason. He was much more interested in what I was doing. I decided it might be interesting to have him get some exercise, too. No, I did not put him on a moving treadmill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Instead, I turned the machine off and let him just sit on it. He wasn't sure he even liked that. Then when he got off, I started it up again and walked at my usual pace. When he got too inquisitive, I turned it off and let him get on and sit or stand. Today was a "no-walk" day for him, but he did try to figure out what in the world I was doing....walking but getting nowhere!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The other experience was a ride in the car. He did come home in the Blazer when he was a tiny puppy and go to the vet on Mom's lap to see the vet, but this was a trip just to go to WalMart. He wasn't sure he really liked this experience. However, he has to travel to Ft. Wayne on Tuesday to Puppy Class, so he needed some time in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The afternoon brought time in the cage to take a nap and relax from his busy morning. That is what the picture is about today...Dave in his cage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448268355996832850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5wjNCAxVFI/AAAAAAAAAs8/k4-KlYnVaBQ/s200/Dave+in+cage+3-13-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4892350449874117579-774541167262313548?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/774541167262313548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=774541167262313548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/774541167262313548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/774541167262313548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-was-mommy-dave-day.html' title='MOMMY-DAVE DAY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5wjWBcet-I/AAAAAAAAAtE/Uhi958AlgCo/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-824180011383393776</id><published>2010-03-12T19:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T19:45:08.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP TEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5reizmH_tI/AAAAAAAAAs0/H95d3ndd2gc/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447911388805070546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5reizmH_tI/AAAAAAAAAs0/H95d3ndd2gc/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOP TEN THINGS DAVE LOVES TO DO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;10. Wear scarves like Murphy used to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Eat paper...any paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;8. Chase the cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Play with Izzy dog. (neighbor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Eat "Chewies".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Feel the hair dryer blow on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Get his teeth brushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Tease the cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Play ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Go for long two mile walks!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-824180011383393776?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/824180011383393776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=824180011383393776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/824180011383393776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/824180011383393776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/top-ten.html' title='TOP TEN'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5reizmH_tI/AAAAAAAAAs0/H95d3ndd2gc/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-4348696466054383525</id><published>2010-03-11T20:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:08:52.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wrestling Match</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5meYAG3Y0I/AAAAAAAAAsk/jpYyfvXSWRI/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447559359464170306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5meYAG3Y0I/AAAAAAAAAsk/jpYyfvXSWRI/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;We got the message this afternoon that our grandson was again wrestling in the finals of the middle school matches. Having a full evening planned, we had to make some hasty decisions. Like all grandparents, we made the decision thinking of the kids, not our comfort. I rushed home from the hair cut. The Big D cancelled his appointments and walked Dave, played with him and gave him some quality time. Then it was time to take off, run by McD's and head south to the meet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We missed the first round, but got there in time to watch several other matches. We sat in the middle of Columbia City's Indian Village group. They were loud, proud and excited. Their team was winning by a large number! It was fun to watch their boys compete. Finally, it was time for weight 130 and Ty! He was trying for 5th place. He was in the far ring. He was ready to go. We watched and yelled and held our breath. Was it going to go into overtime? No, he ended up losing 7 to 10, but it was a great match. For his first time to be in this sport, we felt he did a good job! Congratulations, Ty on doing your personal best this year!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5mek3o2qpI/AAAAAAAAAss/_nJJD4xNQLM/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447559580529109650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5mek3o2qpI/AAAAAAAAAss/_nJJD4xNQLM/s200/IMG_0337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5mek3o2qpI/AAAAAAAAAss/_nJJD4xNQLM/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5mek3o2qpI/AAAAAAAAAss/_nJJD4xNQLM/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5mek3o2qpI/AAAAAAAAAss/_nJJD4xNQLM/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-4348696466054383525?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4348696466054383525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=4348696466054383525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4348696466054383525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4348696466054383525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/wrestling-match.html' title='The Wrestling Match'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5meYAG3Y0I/AAAAAAAAAsk/jpYyfvXSWRI/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-4088683092041381001</id><published>2010-03-10T20:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:51:25.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5hK3XZi5sI/AAAAAAAAAsM/qVB4HWkjy2Q/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447186064339035842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5hK3XZi5sI/AAAAAAAAAsM/qVB4HWkjy2Q/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whenever we can, my best friend for many years and I try to get together to catch up with what has been happening in out lives. She is retired now and I am working in another district so it isn't as easy as it sounds. She is a great Dave fan and loves to catch up with him, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tonight she came to my house and we played with Dave and walked him. He loved all the attention. Then we let him sleep and we went out to eat at a neighborhood restaurant. We had so much to talk about! It was great! Wonderful times with friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447187466942794802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5hMJAgVzDI/AAAAAAAAAsU/I7EvH0DUoOY/s200/IMG_0335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447187478416061506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5hMJrPx9EI/AAAAAAAAAsc/0x4cg5mSh7A/s200/IMG_0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/4892350449874117579-4088683092041381001?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4088683092041381001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=4088683092041381001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4088683092041381001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4088683092041381001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-friends.html' title='BEST FRIENDS'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5hK3XZi5sI/AAAAAAAAAsM/qVB4HWkjy2Q/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-8566695514277607933</id><published>2010-03-09T19:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:49:59.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE OF THOSE DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5bqsngeDnI/AAAAAAAAAr0/-OvtI4FspiA/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446798851591507570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5bqsngeDnI/AAAAAAAAAr0/-OvtI4FspiA/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was one of those days where you feel like you are on the road more than anywhere else. Sounds like fun, but really it is tiring! I visited three schools with amazing coaches. I love having discussions, conversations and plain ol' problem solving sessions with them. I went from the south side of town, to the northwest side and ended on the northeast side. Trying to fit it all in within a time schedule is the hard part. I was looking forward to a quiet night at home just watching Idol. NOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;On the way home I called The Big D and he started off with, "Did you get my message?" Since I had not been near my computer since 9:30 that morning, I did not see the message. Well, it seems that our oldest grandson was now going to be in the tournament wrestling match on the other side of the county tonight after all. I rushed home, fed the cats, gave Dave a short walk and headed back to the "big" city. We grabbed fast food (there goes my diet) on the way and made it to the gym in time to watch three sections of mats being used. We spotted our grandson in the stands, but he couldn't see us in the crowd. We waited and watched and tried to figure out when he would compete. Finally, we were rewarded with him entering the ring. Unfortunately, he got pinned. We watched a couple more rounds and then left for our drive back home, stopping to get Dave some Kong filler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just enough time to do my blog, check the email and watch Idol. Hope tomorrow is an easier day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-8566695514277607933?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8566695514277607933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=8566695514277607933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8566695514277607933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8566695514277607933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-of-those-days.html' title='ONE OF THOSE DAYS'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5bqsngeDnI/AAAAAAAAAr0/-OvtI4FspiA/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-8058775662805768415</id><published>2010-03-08T19:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:40:31.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>QUALITY SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5WWbu6lRQI/AAAAAAAAArs/EPWBY7nUzM4/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446424727568860418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5WWbu6lRQI/AAAAAAAAArs/EPWBY7nUzM4/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I am going to brag about a school I visited this afternoon. I have been working with this group off and on for five years. I have grown to love them and feel like part of their school family. They are a hard working bunch who are always thinking about what is best for their kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have taken on the challenge to make learning more personal for their students. They are doing all sorts of things in the classrooms. It doesn't look alike, but it all looks like things that will make learning fun and exciting. I want to tell you about just a couple things I saw today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there was a group of first graders who just made a chart for their room about Quality Friends. This is what the chart said: Quality Friends--treating others the way you want to be treated;-is nice; -does not call you names; -is kind when you are hurt; -keeps your secrets. One class had a Class Mission Statement. It went like this: We will be a kid of good character, a good teammate and do our best to be a great learner. Another room had this chart: A STAR student: Is a good listener, treats others with kindness, does neat and careful work, and tries their hardest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were charts for showing the progress they were making in: math, words they could read, school attendance and weekly behavior. How can these children not get better when they have set their own goals and know what they need to do to reach them. I can't wait to see their progress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-8058775662805768415?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8058775662805768415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=8058775662805768415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8058775662805768415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8058775662805768415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/quality-school.html' title='QUALITY SCHOOL'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5WWbu6lRQI/AAAAAAAAArs/EPWBY7nUzM4/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-6151936024396029250</id><published>2010-03-07T18:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:45:51.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNNY SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5Q43bD2tAI/AAAAAAAAArk/FcaHm-1qToI/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446040374205658114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5Q43bD2tAI/AAAAAAAAArk/FcaHm-1qToI/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a beautiful, sunny Sunday in northern Indiana. Sure would love it to just stay this way until summer really gets here. However, living as long as I have, I know that is not going to happen. Still, I am going to enjoy it as long as I can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things today made it even more special. First, there was long walks with Dave in warm weather. Since he was born in late October, he really hasn't experienced anything except snow. Mud is not something he knows much about, but he is sure willing to find out! He loves to walk right through mud puddles and muddy fields. We have a towel and running water close by when he comes home from his walks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we got to see Todd and Beth and little ???? today. They had to stop by to pick up something they had stored in our basement after their move. I think they are already a little stressed from the move in with her mom. But they are so thankful she is willing to take them and their two dogs. It is so nice to see signs of little ????. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all, I got to spend time just reading for the pleasure of reading. Not something for making me a better coach, but just reading. Our book club is next week and I suggested the book Outliers. We are all enjoying it, but I have to get it read! I read it once, but need to review it and a reread of a good book is always enjoyable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, we will have more weekends like this. But this weekend was wonderful and believe me, I appreciate it!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-6151936024396029250?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6151936024396029250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=6151936024396029250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6151936024396029250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6151936024396029250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunny-sunday.html' title='SUNNY SUNDAY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5Q43bD2tAI/AAAAAAAAArk/FcaHm-1qToI/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-4152320463996565402</id><published>2010-03-06T19:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:45:46.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BUBBLE BATHS ARE FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5L07qfljsI/AAAAAAAAArc/ppa5jYTA_Ck/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445684205300584130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5L07qfljsI/AAAAAAAAArc/ppa5jYTA_Ck/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With a new puppy, it is always fun to watch him experience new things. Today it was a bubble bath! I had not been feeling the best today, but we still did all our normal and necessary things. We walked Dave twice, which meant two miles each time. We also did a lot of errands and even did some shopping at Jefferson Point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after we had gone to one of our favorite restaurants: &lt;a href="http://theitaliangrille.com/"&gt;Italian Grille&lt;/a&gt;, we came home for a quiet evening. Since I had been chilling all day even though it was a warm sunny day, I decided to take a hot bath, a bubble bath, and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave thought this was very interesting. He watched as I relaxed into the water and bubbles. Then he put his paws on the side of the tub and leaned in as far as he could. He stuck his nose in the water. He liked that, so he then stuck a paw in the water...even better. Next he got a taste of the bubbles. Hey, bubble baths are fun!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-4152320463996565402?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4152320463996565402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=4152320463996565402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4152320463996565402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4152320463996565402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/dave.html' title='BUBBLE BATHS ARE FUN'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5L07qfljsI/AAAAAAAAArc/ppa5jYTA_Ck/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-8064873142595633970</id><published>2010-03-05T19:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:07:37.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYTHING FRITZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5GnkLAjo6I/AAAAAAAAArU/lolEgiPx4Dk/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445317664339895202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5GnkLAjo6I/AAAAAAAAArU/lolEgiPx4Dk/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How in the world do puppies have so much energy? This morning Dave's favorite past time was to ram everywhere he went. I placed him on the bed while I made it and he ran from one end to the other. For a 50 pound dog, that was far! When he got down on the floor, he again ran from one end of the bedroom to the other...over and over and over. His energy was endless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Actually, we did know why he was so energetic. He had been in his cage all day yesterday, then after a brief mile walk, a supper of dog food and a run with the cats, he was back in his cage for five hours. We had a very entertaining evening in Hicksville, OH. We started with supper with one of our favorite people, Ramona and then headed for the local theater: T&lt;a href="http://villageofhicksville.com/"&gt;he Huber Theater&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Our evening consisted of the Fitzgerald family from Canada. They did the most amazing show of dancing and playing all kinds of instruments. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bj4g3aG6vqs"&gt;Everything Fritz &lt;/a&gt;was probably our favorite of the season for Huber's series. Can't wait for next year to see what they have in store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-8064873142595633970?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8064873142595633970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=8064873142595633970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8064873142595633970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8064873142595633970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/everything-fritz.html' title='EVERYTHING FRITZ'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S5GnkLAjo6I/AAAAAAAAArU/lolEgiPx4Dk/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-1077385635734241011</id><published>2010-03-04T06:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T06:59:51.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD HABITS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4-e3EMfwwI/AAAAAAAAArM/uHq0bMASxsw/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444745143370367746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4-e3EMfwwI/AAAAAAAAArM/uHq0bMASxsw/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning I was reminded of another of Dave's rituals. It all started when I was trying to hurry to get ready for work and Dave was in the mood to play. Well, Dave is ALWAYS in the mood to play! I was in the bathroom putting cream on my face. He was begging to have me play with him. I reached over and found some body cream, put it all over my hands and then rubbed his face with it. He loved it. He sat down and licked and licked his face. That gave me a little free time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Next, I began brushing my teeth. Dave was back. He stood with his front legs on the counter and back legs on the floor. He was up to my waist in height. A very big boy! He loved the idea of water and something going into the mouth. I remembered we had doggy toothpaste for Murphy, so I dug it out along with an old toothbrush. I got the toothbrush ready, and then opened Dave's mouth and proceeded to brush. At the time, he still had many baby teeth and lots of gum area. He thought that was great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Again this morning, I brushed my teeth...with toothpaste he does NOT like. Then I got out Dave's toothbrush, spread the mint doggy-flavor all over the brush and gave his teeth the once over. Now he has all his adult teeth and they are sparkling white. He even has great doggy-breath!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-1077385635734241011?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1077385635734241011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=1077385635734241011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1077385635734241011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1077385635734241011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-habits.html' title='GOOD HABITS'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4-e3EMfwwI/AAAAAAAAArM/uHq0bMASxsw/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-4386355460150602064</id><published>2010-03-03T16:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:36:35.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE #3: A DIFFERENT DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S47V1wYO-PI/AAAAAAAAArE/_wWtiFxCp_Q/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444524119033837810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S47V1wYO-PI/AAAAAAAAArE/_wWtiFxCp_Q/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was quite a day at our house. It all started normal enough. Dave got up on time and went out just like he always does. He brought the paper in to Mommy, just as he always does. The one different thing was that he didn't eat his breakfast or have any water. That wasn't his choosing. He was not happy about that idea at all. When I brushed my teeth, he put both paws on the counter and tried to get at the water. I felt so sorry for him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see today was his day to go to the vet for surgery. We decided we did not want any more Dave's around...anywhere. I kissed him good-bye when I left for work. Daddy took him to the vet this morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About noon I got a text message that Dave could be picked up between 2:00 and 4:00. I was the designated driver to bring him home. As I was paying the bill at the counter, a little push came to my leg. I looked down and there he was. Not the usual happy, jumpy puppy. He looked so pathetic! I took him to the car and drove him home. When he went in the house he immediately went to the living room and got on the couch. I placed his blanket under him and that is where he has stayed. He nods off to sleep and then wakes up and looks at me like, "What have you done to me?" It is so sad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know we will have our old Dave back by tomorrow, probably, but right now he is a very sad looking baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S47UC3X7raI/AAAAAAAAAq8/KIJf5sRYems/s1600-h/IMG_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444522145226665378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S47UC3X7raI/AAAAAAAAAq8/KIJf5sRYems/s200/IMG_0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-4386355460150602064?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4386355460150602064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=4386355460150602064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4386355460150602064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4386355460150602064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/slice-of-life-3-different-day.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE #3: A DIFFERENT DAY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S47V1wYO-PI/AAAAAAAAArE/_wWtiFxCp_Q/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-7539259060782599776</id><published>2010-03-02T20:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:24:09.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE #2: Clean Up Your Room!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S424c8S9pXI/AAAAAAAAAq0/90Xkbaijgqo/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444210331922310514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S424c8S9pXI/AAAAAAAAAq0/90Xkbaijgqo/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the past few years I have learned to love working with kindergarten children. You never know what they are going to say and they are so free. Today I needed to pull some sample writing from students. Naturally, I chose kindergarten writing! I was in an elementary building where I have worked with a kindergarten class, so I went to visit that class to borrow their writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In that room was one of my favorite authors...Abigail. Her book went like this: "Yesterday my rom was a mas. My mom, sad...Kegn up yor rom. I keb up my rom. Teu you Abigail. Tuin in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Translation: Yesterday my room was a mess. My mom said...clean up your room! I cleaned up my room. Thank you, Abigail. The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The illustrations were bright with lots of details. when I talked to her about her book she had a picture of someone in bed and another person alimbing a ladder beside her. She said that was her sister in bed and her older sister climbing the ladder to the bunk bed. She told me the whole story of what happened that night. Then she said, "That is my next story!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love kindergarten writers...always thinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-7539259060782599776?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7539259060782599776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=7539259060782599776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7539259060782599776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7539259060782599776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/slice-of-life-2-clean-up-your-room.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE #2: Clean Up Your Room!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S424c8S9pXI/AAAAAAAAAq0/90Xkbaijgqo/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-4150522792289035230</id><published>2010-03-01T18:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:07:00.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slice of Life #1: Golden Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4xS0lNg2mI/AAAAAAAAAqk/b_mcBKK3fLA/s1600-h/slice+of+life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443817112879553122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4xS0lNg2mI/AAAAAAAAAqk/b_mcBKK3fLA/s200/slice+of+life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Slice of Life: March 1st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Again this year I am going to try my hand at keeping the Slice of Life going all month. If you are interested in finding out more, just check out &lt;a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.wordpress.com/"&gt;The Two Writing Teachers &lt;/a&gt;blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today started off as a typical Monday. The alarm went off at 5:30 and by 5:45 I was up and moving...slowly, but moving. My usual routine is to take a shower and then feed our two yellow tabby cats, Nickey and Oliver. This is what I did this morning. As I made my way downstairs to their feeding spot, Nickey zoomed past me as Oliver yowled all the way to the basement. I guess he wasn't happy that I took time to shower before they ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I filled their bowls and cleaned their litter box and slowly made my way back up the stairs. Before I left that area, I closed the door to be sure our new golden retriever puppy, Dave, allowed them to finish eating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My husband's routine is to take Dave on his short walk to do his buisness and gather the two papers before he comes in for breakfast. As I came up the stairs, Dave and his "daddy" were just coming in from their morning routine. I took the stairs a little faster as I heard them coming in the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Go find Mommy," my husband told Dave. There came that cute golden with his head held high and feet prancing. In his mouth he carried one of the morning papers. He walked right up to me and held it up as if to say, "Look what I brought you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How can a week go bad when you begin it with that look? What an adorable baby! Golden Days, indeed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443820255048529314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4xVres-daI/AAAAAAAAAqs/5vgrZk5ZH7c/s200/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-4150522792289035230?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4150522792289035230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=4150522792289035230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4150522792289035230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4150522792289035230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/03/slice-of-life-1-golden-days.html' title='Slice of Life #1: Golden Days!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4xS0lNg2mI/AAAAAAAAAqk/b_mcBKK3fLA/s72-c/slice+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-2680064299616211318</id><published>2010-02-28T11:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:18:05.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR NEW PUPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qVkoibQBI/AAAAAAAAAqU/4PzFuCM9Bq8/s1600-h/Murphy+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443327556220305426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qVkoibQBI/AAAAAAAAAqU/4PzFuCM9Bq8/s200/Murphy+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;It has been a long time since I wrote. Many things have happened. One of the hardest to handle was the loss of our dog, Murphy. He was 13 years old and he died in his sleep after a month of going up and down with his arthritis. We knew he loved us and would not want us to be alone. So, in December we brought home his new brother, Dave!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443327158476463410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qVNe053TI/AAAAAAAAAqM/JtTtDnlQdOE/s200/IMG_0292.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dave has helped us get through this tough time. He is another golden retriever and came from Portland, IN. He is now four months old and weighs 45 pounds. He will be a BIG boy! In March he will start Puppy Classes with the Fort Wayne Obedience and Training Club, just like Murphy did. Dave knows he has BIG paws to fill, but he is up to the challenge. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443327997615871122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qV-U3VFJI/AAAAAAAAAqc/nF3pyUsH2Ro/s200/IMG_0246+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We will keep you posted on Dave's adventures. One of the main reasons for getting back to blogging was the challenge by Stacy and Ruth again this year. Hopefully, the challenge will get me back into the swing of blogging! Nice to be back. Thanks, girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&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/4892350449874117579-2680064299616211318?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2680064299616211318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=2680064299616211318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2680064299616211318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2680064299616211318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-new-puppy.html' title='OUR NEW PUPPY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qVkoibQBI/AAAAAAAAAqU/4PzFuCM9Bq8/s72-c/Murphy+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-2960341551444182738</id><published>2009-08-07T09:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:40:13.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER BIRTHDAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SnwuTl92MeI/AAAAAAAAApc/J8oIt83vyzE/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367215770062696930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SnwuTl92MeI/AAAAAAAAApc/J8oIt83vyzE/s200/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SnwuD-d9WCI/AAAAAAAAApU/qXEzXupfeQQ/s1600-h/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367215501761927202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SnwuD-d9WCI/AAAAAAAAApU/qXEzXupfeQQ/s320/IMG_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Snwt3Ut0MyI/AAAAAAAAApM/lAuHxKs5nbU/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367215284395717410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Snwt3Ut0MyI/AAAAAAAAApM/lAuHxKs5nbU/s320/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In a matter of days we had two grandsons have birthdays. That meant two days of parties, cakes and presents. Ty turned 14 and Kiann turned 11. We are very proud of both of them and were glad we could spend time celebrating their birthdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TY AND KIANN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4892350449874117579-2960341551444182738?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2960341551444182738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=2960341551444182738' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2960341551444182738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2960341551444182738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-birthdays.html' title='SUMMER BIRTHDAYS'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SnwuTl92MeI/AAAAAAAAApc/J8oIt83vyzE/s72-c/IMG_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-7119543313783051517</id><published>2009-07-31T09:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:53:53.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>POOL TIME WITH AUDREY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SnL3NZJHhcI/AAAAAAAAApE/jVWNF_JGTIc/s1600-h/Pool+time+w+Grandpa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364621915611170242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SnL3NZJHhcI/AAAAAAAAApE/jVWNF_JGTIc/s320/Pool+time+w+Grandpa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SnL0FVkYdqI/AAAAAAAAAos/jViQTqa4daw/s1600-h/Audrey+%40+the+pool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364618478677948066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SnL0FVkYdqI/AAAAAAAAAos/jViQTqa4daw/s320/Audrey+%40+the+pool.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday was a beautiful summer day, perfect for the pool. That is exactly what we did. We spent the day in or by the pool with year-old Audrey. What a perfect way to relax and watch what all she can do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;She was toddling all over. She accepted Murphy since he just lays around and doesn't really bother her. Now, Oliver was another matter. She would see him walk near her and she would start to scream. Oliver had no idea why and continued on his kitty ways. They never did become friends, but he did get a little closer before she would start to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4892350449874117579-7119543313783051517?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7119543313783051517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=7119543313783051517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7119543313783051517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7119543313783051517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/07/pool-time-with-audrey.html' title='POOL TIME WITH AUDREY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SnL3NZJHhcI/AAAAAAAAApE/jVWNF_JGTIc/s72-c/Pool+time+w+Grandpa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-7435396256629947204</id><published>2009-07-27T20:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:18:31.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMOIR MONDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Looking at the blog of: Two Writing Teachers, I found a prompt that I could write from today.  It is: Today I...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I finally had a day to myself, a day with no other commitments.  I made it an exercise day.  Something I just never get time enough to do this summer.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I started out the day on the elliptical and bettered my time by a few seconds...just getting a better time is remarkable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I walked the two miles around the addition.  I had to stop and turn on the neighbor's pool while they are on vacation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that I worked on my 10 hour project and now only have two hours to go until I am finished.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah called early and wanted to walk before noon.  So, I postponed lunch and took off for her house.  It was great doing our four miles earlier in the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had some pool/reading time and even did a few laps in the hot sun.  That really is something I haven't done lately.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After supper The Big D and I hit the road again and did the two mile loop around the addition.  This time we turned off the pool!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I am ready to hit the basement to do some Hip Hop Ab videos.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man, maybe I am glad I don't have time to do this EVERY day!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-7435396256629947204?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7435396256629947204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=7435396256629947204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7435396256629947204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7435396256629947204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/07/memoir-monday.html' title='MEMOIR MONDAY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-8357178164888043233</id><published>2009-07-25T13:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:56:46.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SMALL TOWN USA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SmtFtq3N1HI/AAAAAAAAAoU/UJq5wEtrtys/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362456432217019506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SmtFtq3N1HI/AAAAAAAAAoU/UJq5wEtrtys/s200/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SmtFenAdi9I/AAAAAAAAAoM/bP9MpSqCDww/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362456173484018642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SmtFenAdi9I/AAAAAAAAAoM/bP9MpSqCDww/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Living in a small town definitely has it's advantages. Waking up late after thunderstorms kept us and Murphy awake at 4:00 a.m., we decided to take a long walk. We headed west out of our addition and continued straight to Main Street. For a small town there were loads of people milling around the court house square. Yes, it was Farmer's Market day and all ages were strolling up and down the west side of the square looking at their wares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;One Amish lady shouted out to us, "Look at this pie. It is the last one I have, you better get it now." Since we were on a walk and not a shopping spree, we moved on. We headed south for several blocks and then right before we got to the park we turned east and made our way home traveling about five miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I jumped in the shower since the day had turned sunny and hot and the sweat was dripping off me. Then I grabbed my purse and we drove to the same court house square. This time we were thinking of lunch. We rushed into our favorite Saturday lunch spot: Pizza Forum, right across the street from where the Farmers' Market was packing up for the day. We ordered our salads and pizza and then grabbed a table out front. As we sat and watched the people strolling along looking at the sidewalk sales the stores were having, we listened to the Auburn Community Band playing in front of the court house. People had brought chairs and some picnics. There were people making the curb their seat for the show. The band concluded the performance by playing a John Phillip Sousa march. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;As the listeners gathered their chairs and made their way to their cars, one listener crossed the street toward us. It was our friend and former teaching buddy. He came over and sat with us as we ate our salads. Others walked by and made comments about how good our food looked. (It tasted even better.) I took a few pictures and we collected our plates and returned them inside as we paid our bill.  There is no place better to be in the summer than small town, USA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362457243849727666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SmtGc6biHrI/AAAAAAAAAok/ujSSbzniat0/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4892350449874117579-8357178164888043233?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8357178164888043233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=8357178164888043233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8357178164888043233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8357178164888043233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/07/small-town-usa.html' title='SMALL TOWN USA'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SmtFtq3N1HI/AAAAAAAAAoU/UJq5wEtrtys/s72-c/IMG_0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-6567135780767020164</id><published>2009-07-24T07:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:57:33.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOKS, BOOKS, BOOKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On my Facebook page last week, I made the comment that I was finally ready to enjoy my summer after weeks of being a trainer for summer school and three days at a conference in Cincinnati.  A comment came back that said, "Kathy, the summer is almost over!"  I realized that is true.  I only had four weeks left.  I knew I had to make the best of that time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the ways I enjoy the summer is to visit the library for summer reads.  I did have a pile of books by my bed that I promised myself I would read, so I was digging through those first.  The library visit provided two new books by favorite authors and I am devouring those as I sit by the pool. (Another favorite activity.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, I had a couple professional books that were recommended to me this summer and I just had to start in on them, too.  I thought you all might like to know what I was reading professionally for the summer, just in case you are anxious to get back in the groove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first one was recommended by a very talented, reading specialist.  She told me her "bible" for reading was: The Fluent Reader by Timothy Rasinski.  I ordered it and it came in the mail yesterday.  I can't wait to dig in and find out more about oral reading strategies.  The other book was recommended by a friend and future coach.  She is very excited about her new role and has been doing some research on the subject.  Her find was: Learning Along the Way by Diane Sweeney.  I have been reading that for a few weeks now.  I love it.  Not just because my friend Marjory Ulm was Diane's coach and she is mentioned all through the book, but because it really gives me a focus on what FWCS could become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope your summer is going slower than mine and you are enjoying EVERY minute of it.  Do something fun for you and don't forget to stop and smell the roses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-6567135780767020164?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6567135780767020164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=6567135780767020164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6567135780767020164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6567135780767020164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/07/books-books-books.html' title='BOOKS, BOOKS, BOOKS!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-5476335012150286232</id><published>2009-07-19T19:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:40:21.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CINCINNATI CONFERNCE ON READING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SmOtG0jrTuI/AAAAAAAAAn0/QjL7MF6ZxRM/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360318314200125154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SmOtG0jrTuI/AAAAAAAAAn0/QjL7MF6ZxRM/s200/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SmOtdcCmYgI/AAAAAAAAAn8/v1TNlufaSjs/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360318702755930626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SmOtdcCmYgI/AAAAAAAAAn8/v1TNlufaSjs/s200/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SmOtn9cHXiI/AAAAAAAAAoE/JOzsxKrPp7c/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360318883520011810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SmOtn9cHXiI/AAAAAAAAAoE/JOzsxKrPp7c/s200/IMG_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going to Cincinnati brought back memories of my college days. Attending Cincinnati Christian University was a big step for this small town/farm girl. So, going back to those days in my mind as I listened to the top educators in the country was remarkable. We passed by Fountain Square and even took a side trip to Union Station which is now a museum. Next to hearing all the wonderful speakers, my favorite part was wandering the streets of Covington, KY. seeing the lofts, outside eating spots and sampling geleto. What a great learning experience! Thanks, Natalie, for the chance to experience all the training!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4892350449874117579-5476335012150286232?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5476335012150286232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=5476335012150286232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5476335012150286232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5476335012150286232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/07/cincinnati-confernce-on-reading.html' title='CINCINNATI CONFERNCE ON READING'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SmOtG0jrTuI/AAAAAAAAAn0/QjL7MF6ZxRM/s72-c/IMG_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-2794690170551049658</id><published>2009-07-12T10:31:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:13:32.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MURPHY TURNS 13 ON TUESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Murphy is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sln5qRYtQKI/AAAAAAAAAnM/TsqgRNYAOBI/s1600-h/Audrey+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357587736350769314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sln5qRYtQKI/AAAAAAAAAnM/TsqgRNYAOBI/s320/Audrey+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sln5MSDDOkI/AAAAAAAAAnE/6CcImlbjI5k/s1600-h/Audrey+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357587221132294722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sln5MSDDOkI/AAAAAAAAAnE/6CcImlbjI5k/s200/Audrey+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...always willing to lend a paw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sln4yciLNPI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Cj72xnXXq24/s1600-h/Audrey+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357586777270596850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sln4yciLNPI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Cj72xnXXq24/s200/Audrey+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ready to be your best friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sln0eMAs6wI/AAAAAAAAAmk/j1RRkmOXZuM/s1600-h/Audrey+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357582031191337730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sln0eMAs6wI/AAAAAAAAAmk/j1RRkmOXZuM/s200/Audrey+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sln4lHcf8wI/AAAAAAAAAm0/pBW4PA1UWzw/s1600-h/Audrey+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357586548271346434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sln4lHcf8wI/AAAAAAAAAm0/pBW4PA1UWzw/s200/Audrey+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....someone to lean on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357591356216234162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sln88-b40LI/AAAAAAAAAns/hVORG1TOQTg/s200/Audrey+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...always able to laugh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/4892350449874117579-2794690170551049658?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2794690170551049658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=2794690170551049658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2794690170551049658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2794690170551049658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/07/murphy-turns-13-on-tuesday.html' title='MURPHY TURNS 13 ON TUESDAY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sln5qRYtQKI/AAAAAAAAAnM/TsqgRNYAOBI/s72-c/Audrey+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-6419601004925089826</id><published>2009-07-10T12:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:21:41.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July in Atlanta</title><content type='html'>We went to the Braves game. They even won that game!!! Braves win! Braves win!!&lt;br /&gt;Braves win!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sld3Xjl2R1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/AX522stWzXo/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356881528355178322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sld3Xjl2R1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/AX522stWzXo/s200/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sld3OtJ7m3I/AAAAAAAAAmU/aF_-ODhvG9c/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356881376303618930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sld3OtJ7m3I/AAAAAAAAAmU/aF_-ODhvG9c/s200/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a great time in Atlanta. From seeing a Braves ball game the first night to running the Peachtree Race the last day, it was outstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sld3B6DBF-I/AAAAAAAAAmM/1ljC0DgaNIk/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356881156425979874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sld3B6DBF-I/AAAAAAAAAmM/1ljC0DgaNIk/s200/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to the World of Coke and to the CNN Center...our usual hangouts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356880595719436098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sld2hRQKN0I/AAAAAAAAAmE/Ez2XbB5OEBo/s200/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SlducJnSXeI/AAAAAAAAAl8/VzNeQ9EqwY0/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356871711676587490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SlducJnSXeI/AAAAAAAAAl8/VzNeQ9EqwY0/s200/IMG_0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This year we even walked over to Georgia Tech. The buildings were all closed but we got to wander the beautiful campus and hang out among the trees and quiet setting. Yes, the students were mainly gone, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-6419601004925089826?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6419601004925089826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=6419601004925089826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6419601004925089826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6419601004925089826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-of-july-in-atlanta.html' title='Fourth of July in Atlanta'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sld3Xjl2R1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/AX522stWzXo/s72-c/IMG_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-3558947608499298397</id><published>2009-06-30T16:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:05:27.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS YOUR STORY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes as I sit in front of the computer I wonder what my story is for today. What do I really have to tell that makes any difference. That's what I was thinking today as I visited two of my four schools that I am assigned to for the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then I thought of D and K who are English Second Language learners. They were telling me the story of them playing soccer in the afternoon. D would kick the ball and K would catch it. Then K would kick the ball and D would catch it. They drew the pictures and then wrote two sentences on the two sheets of paper. To add details, they added a sun and then wrote: It was a sunny day. They had a story. They really did have a story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And, I thought of Maria who told the story of going on a field trip to the zoo with her class last spring. She and her partner had sack lunches. They loved the monkeys best because they would run and fight with each other and made her laugh. She had a story She really did have a story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then there was Lauren who wanted to tell a story to share with her last year's teacher, Mrs. A. She wanted to share the story about going camping with her family and playing in the sand and sleeping in a camper. She had a story. She really did have a story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And, I can't forget the teacher who told me about the boy in her class who has trouble writing but when he shares what only he can read, it keeps the rest of the class on the edge of their seats. The class sits breathless when that child shares his story...because he has a story. He really does have a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, when I sit today in front of the computer, I think what is my story? My story is helping those teachers to get the stories of all these children out in the world. My story is to help them give those children the tools they need to tell those stories. Because I have a story. I really do have a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What is your story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-3558947608499298397?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3558947608499298397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=3558947608499298397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3558947608499298397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3558947608499298397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-your-story.html' title='WHAT IS YOUR STORY?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-4242212978494780550</id><published>2009-06-27T21:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:31:02.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER INSTITUTE 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SkbFfXORpoI/AAAAAAAAAk8/vkKEZI3KrZA/s1600-h/Summer+Institute+2009_002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352182349776922242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SkbFfXORpoI/AAAAAAAAAk8/vkKEZI3KrZA/s200/Summer+Institute+2009_002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julia signs people up for the author dinner! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone else helps to register the 400+ people who came this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352182641144070274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SkbFwUpngII/AAAAAAAAAlE/IR_YE99hvqc/s200/IMG_0060_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                             It was great seeing old friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SkbGo2n6HvI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ka371tUspUE/s1600-h/IMG_0061_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352183612336381682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SkbGo2n6HvI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ka371tUspUE/s200/IMG_0061_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;Jaqueline Woodson was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SkbHfagSTFI/AAAAAAAAAl0/r-B4KwvsKo0/s1600-h/IMG_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352184549681024082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SkbHfagSTFI/AAAAAAAAAl0/r-B4KwvsKo0/s200/IMG_0064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SkbHETlmOwI/AAAAAAAAAls/1Led_ldLgTc/s1600-h/Summer+Institute+2009_012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352184083967785730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SkbHETlmOwI/AAAAAAAAAls/1Led_ldLgTc/s200/Summer+Institute+2009_012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I even got to meet Aimee Buckner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-4242212978494780550?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4242212978494780550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=4242212978494780550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4242212978494780550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4242212978494780550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-institute-2009.html' title='SUMMER INSTITUTE 2009'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SkbFfXORpoI/AAAAAAAAAk8/vkKEZI3KrZA/s72-c/Summer+Institute+2009_002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-1795821642691264135</id><published>2009-06-15T08:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:11:22.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAZING RACE 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SjZFvYL-0FI/AAAAAAAAAkM/KzvFvU5eWUI/s1600-h/100_1015.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347538287797915730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SjZFvYL-0FI/AAAAAAAAAkM/KzvFvU5eWUI/s200/100_1015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347538647278853858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SjZGETW6nuI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Df8VpzwSkP0/s200/100_1016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&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;For several years now, The Big D, Ty and Lane have participated in the Amazing Race. One year they did it with Michelle and one year with Brandt. This year I had the chance to participate in it also, only with another team. Kathleen and her two boys needed someone, so I was it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SjZGEqEbstI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HoZOP2xvFJE/s1600-h/100_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347538653375345362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SjZGEqEbstI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HoZOP2xvFJE/s200/100_1019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SjZGFAgRMlI/AAAAAAAAAkk/4r01jJnovwM/s1600-h/100_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347538659397677650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SjZGFAgRMlI/AAAAAAAAAkk/4r01jJnovwM/s200/100_1037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SjZGFnKuwyI/AAAAAAAAAks/uB_xdwWcSes/s1600-h/100_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347538669776323362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SjZGFnKuwyI/AAAAAAAAAks/uB_xdwWcSes/s200/100_1025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We did this way back in April, but my new camera wouldn't let me download them. I finally figured it out so here are a few of them. The two teams are on top. The feet/hands picture shows our nails painted. We had to paint each others feet and hands with the polish brush in our mouth! Thankfully we got a very light pastal paint and so did The Big D's team! We had beautiful weather and the day was a complete success. What fun!!! Thanks Kathleen and boys for letting me join you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-1795821642691264135?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1795821642691264135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=1795821642691264135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1795821642691264135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1795821642691264135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/amazing-race-2009.html' title='AMAZING RACE 2009'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SjZFvYL-0FI/AAAAAAAAAkM/KzvFvU5eWUI/s72-c/100_1015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-3882082748775929823</id><published>2009-06-12T15:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:58:09.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Going to the mailbox in the summer is usually one of the highlights of my day. You just never know what surprises you may find there. Today was no exception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I opened the lid, pulled out a stack of mail and thumbed through it. There they were: the 8 x 10 envelopes with red, white and blue lettering...&lt;a href="http://atlantatrackclub.org/"&gt;Peachtree Road Race. &lt;/a&gt;I hurried inside and ripped open the one with my name on it. It is always exciting to see what number you get each year. The Big D and I never know, but they are always consecutive numbers. They could range anywhere from 10,000-99,999. Well, probably not the 10,000-24,4000 sections...those are for the really fast runners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I pulled out all the many inserts. There is a brochure with 2009 Official Instructions (The 40th Running) with everything you ever wanted to know about the rules of running in the Peachtree. Then there are all kinds of advertisements stuck inside. One for UPS, one for AJC, Atlanta's newspaper, and of course, REEBOK. But what I was looking for was my number. I felt it's smooth silver peach that always is in the top right hand corner first. I slid it out slowly hoping to find something in the 30,000 range where we have been for the last couple years. A perfect spot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The paper it was on was green. That didn't mean much, because each set of numbers is a different color and each year they are different. Green is nice, I thought. Then I saw it!!! The number!!! It was 99,772. Yes, 99,772!!! WHAT??? That can't be! That means I am at the END of the pack...the VERY END!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I quickly repressed any guilt I might have, and opened The Big D's packet. I was sure he would have 99,771...we were always one number apart. But, NO....his number was...37,616. Right where we BOTH should be!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, here's the deal&lt;/span&gt;. If we want to run together, and we do, he will be running at the back of the pack with me. Unless, there is someone out there who would be willing to trade me numbers for anything in the 30,000 range. AND, if you got 37,617...you have MY NUMBER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-3882082748775929823?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3882082748775929823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=3882082748775929823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3882082748775929823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3882082748775929823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-2549783908732312147</id><published>2009-06-11T18:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:47:46.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTEBOOK CONNECTIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I tried something different.  A principal friend of mine who lives in Atlanta, home of the Peachtree, invited me to join some educators for a Webcast with Aimee Buckner.  That sounded exciting to me, but a little scary.  I had never done that alone...only with my colleagues.  Still, I am in the process of reading Aimee's latest book: Notebook Connections AND she is going to be presenting at the All Write!!! Summer Institute in a few weeks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took the challenge.  I clicked on the link, dialed my phone and there was Aimee, well, really a picture of Aimee.  It was a thrill to hear her talk about her book while I thumbed through it to the pages she discribed.  I underlined and highlighted things I had already read, but now it seemed more real with the actual author talking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am even more excited to finish the book.  I am even more excited to get to meet her in person in just a few weeks.  So, for a rainy, dreary Thursday I got to speed away to another place and listen to one of my favorite authors.  Hey, Aimee, I am a FAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-2549783908732312147?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2549783908732312147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=2549783908732312147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2549783908732312147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2549783908732312147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/notebook-connections.html' title='NOTEBOOK CONNECTIONS'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-7654653896928626685</id><published>2009-06-08T21:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:52:20.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AUDREY'S FIRST BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Si2-OhA3SJI/AAAAAAAAAjs/35aBxYEWH4s/s1600-h/IMG_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345137489348085906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Si2-OhA3SJI/AAAAAAAAAjs/35aBxYEWH4s/s200/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audrey looked super cool in her new shades. She was ready to open all her presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time for the cake&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345137686133169842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Si2-Z-GFXrI/AAAAAAAAAj0/g5NF4JdxxP0/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was a very neat eater and kept looking at everyone as if to say, "Can I really do this?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345137936951298434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Si2-okdySYI/AAAAAAAAAj8/w5l37-V52_w/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345138650970581506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Si2_SIZP6gI/AAAAAAAAAkE/RNVOQGHD7-Y/s320/IMG_0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In her new car she is ready to take off for a wonderful summer. Happy First Birthday, Audrey&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-7654653896928626685?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7654653896928626685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=7654653896928626685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7654653896928626685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7654653896928626685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/audreys-first-birthday.html' title='AUDREY&apos;S FIRST BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Si2-OhA3SJI/AAAAAAAAAjs/35aBxYEWH4s/s72-c/IMG_0048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-5535836576700909521</id><published>2009-06-07T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:15:43.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL WRITE SUMMER INSTITUTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="All-Write Summer Institute." href="http://twowritingteachers.wordpress.com/2009/05/20/all-write-summer-institute/"&gt;All-Write Summer Institute.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do these people all have in common?&lt;br /&gt;Carl Anderson&lt;br /&gt;Max Brand&lt;br /&gt;Aimee Buckner&lt;br /&gt;Dan Feilgeson&lt;br /&gt;Candace Fleming&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Gallagher&lt;br /&gt;Lester Laminack&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Parsons&lt;br /&gt;Gary Schmidt&lt;br /&gt;Frank Serafini&lt;br /&gt;Jacqueline Woodson&lt;br /&gt;Besides being leaders in the field, they are all going to be speaking at the All-Write Summer Institute on June 22 – 23 in Northern Indiana.  Interested in registering?  Go &lt;a href="http://www.allwrite.org/allwrite/Institute.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-5535836576700909521?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5535836576700909521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=5535836576700909521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5535836576700909521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5535836576700909521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-write-summer-institute.html' title='ALL WRITE SUMMER INSTITUTE'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-6839428634310537611</id><published>2009-06-06T14:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:49:45.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OFFICIALLY BIKERS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not sure if it is an age thing or a man thing...but the Big D got a motorcycle today. He has been wanting one for a very long time. Last winter he took the bike safety course and passed that. He had his license. I knew what was coming next, just not sure when it would happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week he told me he had heard of someone who wanted to sell their bike and it was a bargain! Yes, a bargain! He and Brandt went to look at it this week, but they were closed so he could only look through the window. Still, that was all he could talk about...the bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He called the owner and made a very good deal for it. Today we drove to the big city and looked at helmets. We tried two places until we found TWO that I felt were safe enough. They made a very good deal on us buying TWO...matching, of course. Then we were off to check out the bike...with checkbook in hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He went in, talked to the person doing the selling and made the deal. In a few minutes he was out with a big grin on his face, grabbed the helmet and climbed on the bike. I rode behind him just to be sure he made it home safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We are now officially bikers...yes, I AM a biker-chick!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-6839428634310537611?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6839428634310537611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=6839428634310537611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6839428634310537611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6839428634310537611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/officially-bikers.html' title='OFFICIALLY BIKERS!!!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-6488623269834445132</id><published>2009-06-05T21:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:51:27.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMERTIME IN A SMALL TOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Friday night and anyone who knows me well, knows that you will find the Big D and me at a local restaurant and then on to Wal-Mart for our weekly shopping trip. That happened again tonight. But now it is June. Now it is summer. Now things are different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We live in a small northern Indiana town. Small Hoosier towns are the best place to be in the summer. Tonight was the beginning of a new tradition, I think. We went out to eat at Applebee's and then off to our shopping adventure. We unloaded the groceries, grabbed the foldable camping chairs and jumped in the "yellow-bug". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our small town has an addition this summer. We now have the &lt;a href="http://www.dekalboutdoortheater.org/"&gt;DeKalb Outdoor Theater.&lt;/a&gt; Tonight was a special night with our local radio station: &lt;a href="http://ilovefroggy.com/"&gt;Froggy&lt;/a&gt;, sponsoring the performance. We pulled the bug into a parking spot in a big field/parking lot. The band was already playing and people were walking up the lane with chairs, coolers, and jackets on their arms. They just kept filing into the area. We walked over, unfolded our chairs and listened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The place was full. People were clapping along with the music. Kids were playing catch in the background. Families had carry-in food in plastic containers. Everyone was smiling, talking and enjoying the weather and the music. The band was a local favorite with one of our neighbors on drums and other friends on guitars. &lt;a href="http://choiceband.com/index.html"&gt;Choice&lt;/a&gt; has always been a band we love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Summertime in a small town in northern Indiana is the best place to be! Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.dekalboutdoortheater.org/"&gt;schedule of events &lt;/a&gt;and if you are in the area, stop by. Did I mention: IT IS ALL FREE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-6488623269834445132?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6488623269834445132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=6488623269834445132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6488623269834445132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6488623269834445132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/summertime-in-small-town.html' title='SUMMERTIME IN A SMALL TOWN'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-618064230517485589</id><published>2009-06-04T20:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:36:55.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WE'RE DONE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The last day of school was yesterday.  I had gotten an invitation to go see another one of my fifth grade classes.  The teacher emailed me and said, "The kids want to know if they will see you one last time."  I chose to run over before their graduation.  I am so glad I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would love to share pictures of what they all looked like, but due to privacy laws, I can't.  I will try to paint a picture with words for you.  When I entered the room, all the chairs were lined up in the order they would sit for the graduation.  The students were sitting quietly talking in small voices with each other.  The girls had their hair all combed nicely with braids or bangs or just flowing free.  They were in cute little sun dresses with flip flops to match.  Their legs were crossed and hands in their laps. Was this really the class I taught just a few months ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The boys were even better.  They were all cleaned up.  One had a suit on.  A couple others had vests and ties.  One looked so cute in a big bow-tie.  They too were sitting quietly just talking to each other.  When I told them they looked so handsome, they smiled shyly and sort of looked the other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The teacher gave them the last minute orders and it was time to line up.  As they left the room each of them gave me a hug, or a high 5 and said, "Thanks for all your help this year."  I snuck around them and hurried to the gym where the ceremony would take place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Parents, grandparents, sisters and brothers filled the bleachers and spilled out into the sides.  There was a large table in the middle of the room with flowers and balloons decorating it.  The orchestra was off in a corner with the seats and music stands already in place for them to file in and start warming up.  I slipped down the side and sat where the teacher had a seat for me...right behind where the class would sit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before long the music of the orchestra began.  The strong chords of Pomp and Circumstance filled the gym.  The principal, dressed in a long dress with a sparkly jacket, stood.  The entire gym full of anxious parents stood, too.  Then the graduating class marched in with each class behind their teachers.  I was so proud of those kids. They were serious and walked slowly across the gym.  &lt;strong&gt;I cried&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After watching them grow up, watching them discuss books, watching them write pieces that took over a month to publish just the way they wanted it...it was just the feeling of: this is why I teach!  Way to go Weisser Park 5th graders!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-618064230517485589?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/618064230517485589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=618064230517485589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/618064230517485589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/618064230517485589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-done.html' title='WE&apos;RE DONE!!!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-8104257153466387526</id><published>2009-06-01T21:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:15:05.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE FINAL DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SiR6cToQTJI/AAAAAAAAAjk/JmS8W93tGwU/s1600-h/100_0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342529684692290706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SiR6cToQTJI/AAAAAAAAAjk/JmS8W93tGwU/s200/100_0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SiR6UmCiukI/AAAAAAAAAjc/a7nd3ZUwISE/s1600-h/100_0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342529552195435074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SiR6UmCiukI/AAAAAAAAAjc/a7nd3ZUwISE/s320/100_0360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hardest things about Final Days is to say goodbye to the fifth graders. These kiddos were in second grade when I started working as a coach in their building. I have seen them grow as students, writers and readers. I have used them in studies for me to grow and watched them grow in turn. I have tried out ideas on them to see if lessons were really as good as I thought they were. They never let me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days wind down, I am sure their teacher is having anxiety attacks and many sleepless nights in tears. She has lived with them for two years day in, day out. I only visit once in awhile...but still, it has been four years. I knew them as babies and here they are almost teenagers for heaven's sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of them. They are thinkers. They push the bubble and try things that I never thought fifth graders were capable of pushing. They can talk about books like an adult...they make ME think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they will be wonderful middle school students. I only hope those schools are ready for THEM! I hope they will challenge them and keep them thinking. I hope they will see what they can do and push them even more. Someday we will see these wonderful kids as graduating Seniors going off to college or trade school. There is nothing they can't do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good-bye fifth graders! Keep up the great reading...don't stop. Keep writing...persuade people with your challenges, entertain with your poetry and keep your thoughts and ideas in those terrific writer's notebooks! Make us proud!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4892350449874117579-8104257153466387526?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8104257153466387526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=8104257153466387526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8104257153466387526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8104257153466387526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-final-days.html' title='MORE FINAL DAYS'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SiR6cToQTJI/AAAAAAAAAjk/JmS8W93tGwU/s72-c/100_0356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-5362288140411655689</id><published>2009-05-31T20:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:29:48.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FINAL DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SiMePs_pWpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/kHRTdvj1Eh4/s1600-h/with+Penny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342146838116522642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SiMePs_pWpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/kHRTdvj1Eh4/s320/with+Penny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SiMeIZOdjDI/AAAAAAAAAjM/sYYpL6lIIiw/s1600-h/Facilitators+w+Debbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342146712550870066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SiMeIZOdjDI/AAAAAAAAAjM/sYYpL6lIIiw/s320/Facilitators+w+Debbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&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;There are only three days left of school this year. Students are packing up their things and so are the teachers. Plans for summer vacations are on everyone's mind. There will be tests, parties and awards. The time will speed by and the long, lazy days will be upon us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, even teachers are excited about the idea of sleeping in for a few extra hours each day. I will be visiting some of the classrooms where I have spend much of my time mentoring the teachers. I will miss those fifth graders who will be moving on to middle school. I have told many of those teachers that I feel like those kiddos are mine, too. They have been kind enough to share the students with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I am dreading this year though is the restructuring of our office. The eight of us have become very close. I have worked with some of them for four years in the tiny suite we call home. We have worked on projects which have become the teachers' bible when it comes to writing. We have written maps of curriculum for language arts that drive all the instruction throughout the district. We have met famous authors and had our picture taken with most of them for our "Wall of Fame".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to you just pack up and move on after all that? We pledge to stay close and keep in contact. And, I know we will. But still, it will never really be the same. Some of us will be back downtown in one way or another. Still more of us will continue to be coaches, just in various forms. Any time something changes, it is hard. I know we will all move on to a different journey. Some will continue to be close while working on projects together. No matter what though, we will always be glad our paths crossed and we had this time together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND we will always be the sweet "suite" girls!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-5362288140411655689?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5362288140411655689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=5362288140411655689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5362288140411655689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5362288140411655689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/05/final-days.html' title='THE FINAL DAYS'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SiMePs_pWpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/kHRTdvj1Eh4/s72-c/with+Penny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-4716950044961949223</id><published>2009-05-25T17:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:19:13.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORIAL DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShsUw8Nci6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/DmeBp1kdtJM/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339884614206655394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShsUw8Nci6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/DmeBp1kdtJM/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShsUhwe2yuI/AAAAAAAAAi8/svcSwPBJDBg/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339884353360415458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShsUhwe2yuI/AAAAAAAAAi8/svcSwPBJDBg/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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;&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that my parents and grandparents taught me over the years. Things like: you go to church &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; Sunday, you go to school unless you need to see the doctor, and you decorate the graves of loved ones on Memorial Day with whatever flowers are in bloom. This is Memorial Day and true to my upbringing, I went on Saturday to decorate the graves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember as a child going to grandma and grandpa's big peony bushes and cutting the largest pink, red and white flowers we could find. We had big tomato soup cans with the labels cut off and the tops removed. They were filled with water. We would stuff those flowers in until they literally could not move. We also would find lilacs and irises to add to the mix. They were beautiful and smelled wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we would make the trip to the various cemeteries. We started in Butler with a cousin I never met. He was about three years older than me and had died either in birth or very, very young. Then we would go to cemeteries in Steuben County where my dad's family was buried. I never knew them either. The thing I really remember most is that Kris and I would walk around and look at all the markers and kind of make up stories about the people buried there. The areas were always so peaceful and quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I buy the artificial flowers because I don't have peony bushes and only a small amount of lilacs and irises. Not enough to fill even a small soup can. The Big D and I take a scrub brush and a trowel. We clean the stone and pull the grass away. Last year we even bought new pots for the graves of my grandparents because they were slowly chipping away with age. I always use the red, white and blue theme for their pots. I just feel grandpa would like that. He was the flower lover in the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in those quiet, peaceful areas brings back memories of the times I spent with those loved ones. I feel proud that I can be the one who carries on this tradition. I secretly imagine Grandma and Mom saying, "Yep, Kathy remembered again. I guess she remembers some of the things we tried to teach her." Actually, I remember more than they would ever have believed possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this Memorial Day draws to a close, I just want to stop and say thanks to the wonderful job those people did while raising me. I wouldn't be the person I am today without their love and support. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-4716950044961949223?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4716950044961949223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=4716950044961949223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4716950044961949223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4716950044961949223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day.html' title='MEMORIAL DAY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShsUw8Nci6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/DmeBp1kdtJM/s72-c/IMG_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-1427617831847805905</id><published>2009-05-24T19:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:31:01.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShnXH0C-ocI/AAAAAAAAAis/tzmdXvLiWSs/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339535362454626754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShnXH0C-ocI/AAAAAAAAAis/tzmdXvLiWSs/s200/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShnW9Zf_iEI/AAAAAAAAAik/-qOkM5_gJbM/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339535183529871426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShnW9Zf_iEI/AAAAAAAAAik/-qOkM5_gJbM/s200/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShnXaH16B8I/AAAAAAAAAi0/hE1MX9hVtEs/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339535677006153666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShnXaH16B8I/AAAAAAAAAi0/hE1MX9hVtEs/s200/IMG_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was the weekend for planting flowers. The weather was cooperating and we had the flowers ready to go.  I had already done the pots for the side of the pool and for the deck.  Now it was time to do the bedding flowers.  That is the tough part.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Big D did the turning up of the dirt to get it ready for me.  Then I began.  There were five rows in the bed between the windows.  Those were for the marigolds and the Zenia's.  I did three rows of Zenia's and two rows of marigolds.  They looked great and I only felt a little sore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The next job was the two beds below the deck.  That was an up and down procedure.  It took about four hours to do the whole thing.  When the day was done, I jumped in the shower, ordered a pizza and collapsed.  By late Saturday night, I could barely move.  I took two aspirin and climbed into bed.  At least the flowers are planted.  I am ready for summer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4892350449874117579-1427617831847805905?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1427617831847805905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=1427617831847805905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1427617831847805905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1427617831847805905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-weekend.html' title='LONG WEEKEND'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShnXH0C-ocI/AAAAAAAAAis/tzmdXvLiWSs/s72-c/IMG_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-3442483901638078628</id><published>2009-05-21T19:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:23:28.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What a beautiful day!  I chose this day to catch up on things that just don't get done on a busy weekend.  I started off having breakfast at a local restaurant with my ol' buddy, Marsha.  We just never seem to get caught up.  It was the perfect way to start off a "personal" day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After running a few errands and answering school e-mails, I got busy with the flowers.  The flower beds are not dug up enough to plant those flowers, so they will have to stay in their crates a little while longer.  The pots, though, could be planted.  I go crazy with those things.  I have five around the pool, five on the deck and two out in front on the porch.  It took all afternoon to decide which flowers I wanted where.  Yes, I did have my list with all that information on it.  The problem was: I just couldn't find my list.  So, I winged it.  They look great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Another problem was the old Murphy dog.  He usually loves to be wherever I am.  Today was no different.  However, he IS old and he does NOT like the heat.  So, what he did was watch me with those mournful eyes as I walked out the door.  Then as I was deep in dirt I would hear from inside:  "Boof!"  "Boof, Boof!"  I would wipe off the dirt, take off the garden gloves and mosey inside.  There he would be in the middle of the living room just looking at me.  That happened over and over until he finally took his afternoon nap.  I guess if he didn't want to be outside, he didn't want me out there either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I DID get the flower pots all planted and they look great.  Now if I can just get my legs to stop hurting from all the stooping AND get my nails to look clean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-3442483901638078628?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3442483901638078628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=3442483901638078628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3442483901638078628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3442483901638078628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-beautiful-day-i-chose-this-day-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-1797155516166208404</id><published>2009-05-17T21:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:24:12.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MERON'S FIRST BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShC3oK59LII/AAAAAAAAAic/ZpdQtCjs9cQ/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336967459184127106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShC3oK59LII/AAAAAAAAAic/ZpdQtCjs9cQ/s200/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShC3XawIQQI/AAAAAAAAAiM/EkhiQUyxp4Y/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336967171380101378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShC3XawIQQI/AAAAAAAAAiM/EkhiQUyxp4Y/s200/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShC3fB59xNI/AAAAAAAAAiU/s0cFWhHDeqw/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336967302149424338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShC3fB59xNI/AAAAAAAAAiU/s0cFWhHDeqw/s200/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Meron's first birthday was so much fun!  She wasn't sure she was really supposed to get into that cake all by herself.  She kept looking at all of us as if to say, "Am I going to get yelled at for putting my hand in the cake?"  As she opened her gifts and had all the attention, she began to like the party atmosphere.  She wore her Ethiopian dress that Mom and Dad brought back with them when she came to live with them.  We are so happy to have her in our family with her big brown eyes and loving personality!  Happy First Birthday, Meron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4892350449874117579-1797155516166208404?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1797155516166208404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=1797155516166208404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1797155516166208404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1797155516166208404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/05/merons-first-birthday.html' title='MERON&apos;S FIRST BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ShC3oK59LII/AAAAAAAAAic/ZpdQtCjs9cQ/s72-c/IMG_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-6693605373946210922</id><published>2009-05-16T20:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:55:42.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A JOURNEY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been so long since I wrote on this blog, but my life has been changing almost daily!  This past Monday was one of the biggest changes. First of all, for someone my age who has been teaching for 40, yes, 40, years, going through an interview with a resume and portfolio was not what I had imagined doing at this stage of the game.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I interviewed for three positions with FWCS.  The first two were for Building Coaches.  These two schools are the ones were I have worked closely with the principals and teachers and I felt I could make the most impact.  The two principals are not only great men, but people I admire and look up to, also.  I would be honored to work in either building. The teachers are all amazing educators who are ready to make a difference in the lives of their children.  How could I go wrong on either building?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other position was for Curriculum District Coach in literacy.  I would be working with the two "bosses" I already have.  I love working with these amazing women. They are smart, professional and both Christian.  Again, how could I go wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After going through the three half hour interviews I left Wayne High School with my head spinning.  How in the world was I to decide what direction my life would take?  Later that night again after three phone calls, the direction of my journey began to take shape.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have accepted the position of District Coach.  I will be working out of the central office along side another amazing coach...Mary Johnson. I so look forward to working with Mary. I know we will make a great team. We will be working closely with the other 34 coaches in buildings to help FWCS become the exemlary district we all know it can become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thank everyone who prayed for me during this trying time. God is good and has a plan for all of us.  I am so blessed to be able to work with the "suite girls" I have in the last four years.  I know we will all stay close and rely on each other even more as we head in a different, but same, direction.  Keep watching as the journey continues to unfold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-6693605373946210922?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6693605373946210922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=6693605373946210922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6693605373946210922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6693605373946210922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-journey.html' title='WHAT A JOURNEY!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-4322534385916297865</id><published>2009-04-07T19:31:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:42:50.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains in Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sdvi8cScb1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/YFYGpuOW6WM/s1600-h/25+Emma+climbing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322096912681955154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sdvi8cScb1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/YFYGpuOW6WM/s200/25+Emma+climbing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdvitE29_AI/AAAAAAAAAhU/6CpirGflToE/s1600-h/21+Andy+2+w+kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322096648694660098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdvitE29_AI/AAAAAAAAAhU/6CpirGflToE/s200/21+Andy+2+w+kids.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sdvi1cph-4I/AAAAAAAAAhc/oVsIIHEgg4o/s1600-h/24+Adrian+climbing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322096792519703426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sdvi1cph-4I/AAAAAAAAAhc/oVsIIHEgg4o/s200/24+Adrian+climbing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our last full day in Arizona, Andy took us to the top of South Mountain. We took two vehicles and traveled the narrow winding road to the very top. When we got there we all piled out and began hiking the rocks. It scared me to death to see the kids so close to the edge, but it didn't bother them at all. They were like born mountain goats. Adrian wore the backpack that we had bought him for the trip. When I asked him what was inside it, he said, "M&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdvkFj8ZjBI/AAAAAAAAAh0/YHgJpety4P4/s1600-h/28+Daina+on+top.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322098168867425298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdvkFj8ZjBI/AAAAAAAAAh0/YHgJpety4P4/s200/28+Daina+on+top.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y dinosaur."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdvkVAUCLaI/AAAAAAAAAh8/u3H7WV6QHEo/s1600-h/27+Andy+overlooking+city.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322098434180787618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdvkVAUCLaI/AAAAAAAAAh8/u3H7WV6QHEo/s200/27+Andy+overlooking+city.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sdvkisbf6lI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ihKMj8EuI7s/s1600-h/32+us+in+rock+building.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322098669361556050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sdvkisbf6lI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ihKMj8EuI7s/s200/32+us+in+rock+building.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-4322534385916297865?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4322534385916297865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=4322534385916297865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4322534385916297865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4322534385916297865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/04/mountains-in-arizona.html' title='Mountains in Arizona'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sdvi8cScb1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/YFYGpuOW6WM/s72-c/25+Emma+climbing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-7354014516675653035</id><published>2009-04-06T19:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:47:36.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break in Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdqSt57LwwI/AAAAAAAAAg0/3pEHheFMltc/s1600-h/14+Looking+pretty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321727227032486658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdqSt57LwwI/AAAAAAAAAg0/3pEHheFMltc/s200/14+Looking+pretty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdqSbfh-Q5I/AAAAAAAAAgk/TgRUbyc6BAw/s1600-h/3+at+the+hotel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321726910709777298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdqSbfh-Q5I/AAAAAAAAAgk/TgRUbyc6BAw/s200/3+at+the+hotel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdqSmz-HnzI/AAAAAAAAAgs/928GS1lDJkI/s1600-h/16+by+the+fountain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321727105175101234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdqSmz-HnzI/AAAAAAAAAgs/928GS1lDJkI/s200/16+by+the+fountain.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had such a great time in Arizona for Spring Break. Our hotel was right between Andy's place and Aunt Reita's. We got to go to Scottsdale and see where Andy goes to school. We hiked on South Mountain and had an amazing view of the city. We also got to spend time with Aunt Reita and see where she and Uncle Parky worked in a trailor village and where she goes to church. We even visited a mining town and picked up some things to bring back. The plane ride out and back was long, but the kids kept us occupied and busy. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdqTzfF4FfI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Q4NMT31O0VU/s1600-h/37+with+Aunt+Reita.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321728422420420082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdqTzfF4FfI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Q4NMT31O0VU/s200/37+with+Aunt+Reita.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdqT5wyFFwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ziRHItkhmD8/s1600-h/49+Grandma+%26+Adrian.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321728530248439554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdqT5wyFFwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ziRHItkhmD8/s200/49+Grandma+%26+Adrian.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdqTr3k2N6I/AAAAAAAAAg8/MqI5FOr5Qn4/s1600-h/22+us+with+kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321728291553818530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdqTr3k2N6I/AAAAAAAAAg8/MqI5FOr5Qn4/s200/22+us+with+kids.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-7354014516675653035?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7354014516675653035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=7354014516675653035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7354014516675653035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7354014516675653035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-in-arizona.html' title='Spring Break in Arizona'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SdqSt57LwwI/AAAAAAAAAg0/3pEHheFMltc/s72-c/14+Looking+pretty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-1774048769805108567</id><published>2009-03-31T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:29:23.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slice of Life Day 31-31</title><content type='html'>Sightseeing in the backseat with a 7-yr old and a 4-year old is a challenge. We went to Scottsdale to see where their dad goes to school. We went to an artsy community and did window shoppung. Going inside was too tempting for little hands. Then came a long car ride to just see the area. We did eat in an all pink Sweet Shoppe that Emma loved.  But the ride was too much. At one point Adrian got mad and pinched Emma. Then he was mad @ me because I told him to stop it. He pouted and told us both he didn't like us...oh well, tomorrow is another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-1774048769805108567?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1774048769805108567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=1774048769805108567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1774048769805108567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1774048769805108567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-31-31.html' title='Slice of Life Day 31-31'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-6277594647331520694</id><published>2009-03-31T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:22:51.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slice of Life Day 30-31</title><content type='html'>Getting up @ 4:00 am with two chilren under 7 who only had about 5 hours of sleep due to their excitement,is not a pretty pictire. Adrian -4-slept under my feet spred out on the floor of the plane for over an hour. When he woke up he said, "I wasn't sleeping I just took a liitle nap." AZ is sunny and warm and the grandkids are wonderful and so much fun! We are having a terrific time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-6277594647331520694?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6277594647331520694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=6277594647331520694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6277594647331520694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6277594647331520694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-30-31.html' title='Slice of Life Day 30-31'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-4001847869758561073</id><published>2009-03-29T18:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:28:05.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: Day 29/31  Let's Hear it for the Cats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sc_z2mLqhZI/AAAAAAAAAgc/v3skKBJthv0/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318737804235802002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sc_z2mLqhZI/AAAAAAAAAgc/v3skKBJthv0/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 20/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will probably be my last Slice of Life since we are leaving at 5:00 a.m. with a seven year old and a four year old for Arizona for four days. My Slice of Life is all about getting ready for this trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We have a golden retriever and two cats to farm out for the few days we are gone. Murphy, the golden, is no problem. He has a family that has been kind of a second home to him all his life. He will feel right at home and be very spoiled when we get back. The cats are another story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, cats are easy. Just put some food and water out, have clean litter boxes and you are set to go. Not with Oliver and Nickey. Nickey is very shy. He also has a touchy stomach. If he eats the wrong thing, or if he eats too much of something he throws up immediately. So, we give him a special canned cat food and 1/2 Pepcid AC on top two times a day. Then Oliver gets dry food for fat cats...to help him thin down. He also gets preds of some sort once a day and doxycycin twice a day. Now the topper is: you can not let them eat each other's food. Which is exactly what they want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Oliver is visiting his vet for the four days where he, too, will be spoiled like crazy. They love him there! Nickey is the only one who gets to stay home. Our wonderful neighbors will come over twice a day to fed him. They will never see him because he will go hide as soon as he hears the door open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that packing and getting our stuff ready is easy. So, I will be back by Thursday and hope to blog again on Friday. I'll let you know how the trip with two grandkids went and how the weather in the south is, too. Happy Spring Break!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-4001847869758561073?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4001847869758561073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=4001847869758561073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4001847869758561073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4001847869758561073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-2931-lets-hear-it-for.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: Day 29/31  Let&apos;s Hear it for the Cats!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sc_z2mLqhZI/AAAAAAAAAgc/v3skKBJthv0/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-2343456651427968228</id><published>2009-03-28T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:20:07.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 28/31  Pass the Cell Phone, Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sc7JNBCIwPI/AAAAAAAAAgU/QheHso3r8QI/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318409435424014578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sc7JNBCIwPI/AAAAAAAAAgU/QheHso3r8QI/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: Day 28/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was noon and The Big D and I decided to have lunch in our hometown at a local restaurant. It is named after our city and known for the large portions and delicious food. We both knew we were on strict plans to not overeat.  However, we could not pass up this chance to enjoy the local atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked for a booth and were not disappointed. As we made ourselves comfortable, a lady who had come in right after us with a cell phone to her ear, asked to be seated by a window. The window was one of those of long ago that is ceiling to floor and spans the entire restaurant. She settled in and was in our sight range. She continued to talk on her phone. I was thinking, "I guess cell phones are nice when you have to dine alone in a strange town. It must make you feel less lonely."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then two men entered the dining area from outside. They walked straight to the woman's table and sat down. She continued to talk on the phone. Our waitress came and we made wise choices of a cup of soup and large salad with the dressing on the side. The group at the window table made their choices, too, all the while she continued to talk on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our meal and dug right in to a huge salad with ham, cheese, boiled eggs and tomatoes. Our neighboring table ate their meals also. I heard the loud sound of laughter coming from the table, but I continued to eat and discuss our plans for the day with DD.  I finally looked up to see if the trio was now enjoying their conversation and meal. But, no, the two men continued to eat in silence and she was still on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we paid our check and slipped into our jackets, I couldn't help but notice that the younger man had now left the table. The lady and one of the men were still sitting there. And, yes, she was still on the phone. I was amazed at the rudeness and the lack of community between this group of people. What a Slice of Life that was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-2343456651427968228?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2343456651427968228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=2343456651427968228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2343456651427968228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2343456651427968228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-2831-pass-cell-phone.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 28/31  Pass the Cell Phone, Please'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sc7JNBCIwPI/AAAAAAAAAgU/QheHso3r8QI/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-3503173024129947463</id><published>2009-03-27T20:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:45:01.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: Day 27/31   Spring Break here we come...finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sc1xQRHU4DI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xUSimXN1kuQ/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318031259280400434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sc1xQRHU4DI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xUSimXN1kuQ/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 27/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As the sun was coming up, I was driving into work thinking of Spring Break only a few hours away. I felt like I could handle anything...just get through the day. I knew we were having a meeting to discuss a big project for the day, but how hard could that be on the day before Spring Break? Well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All eight of the facilitators were assigned a grade level to work out a Case Study. We were to write the case study using any data we had. AND...it had to be done in two hours. Talk about scurrying. One of us got on the computer and looked up data. The other went through the basal to find standards. Then one of us got on the computer and typed. The other revised and read off what to type. We wrote, read, reread, rewrote....checked on data. Then we read, wrote, rewrote and reread ....checked on more data. Finally, only 15 minutes late...we were done and had it all handed in to our boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now it is time to party!!! We leave for AZ on Monday morning early with two grandchildren. Glad to be done with work and take a break for a week! Sunshine, here we come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-3503173024129947463?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3503173024129947463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=3503173024129947463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3503173024129947463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3503173024129947463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-2731-spring-break.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: Day 27/31   Spring Break here we come...finally!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sc1xQRHU4DI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xUSimXN1kuQ/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-1006473885930930291</id><published>2009-03-26T18:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:46:54.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: Day 26/31 The Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ScwDM2BC3vI/AAAAAAAAAgE/iqjviRelNpI/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317628779210923762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ScwDM2BC3vI/AAAAAAAAAgE/iqjviRelNpI/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 26/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started off like any other day in one of the buildings where I facilitate with teachers.  It was going to be a day of co-teaching and coaching the writing workshop in the area of persuasion.  After three hours I had finished the fourth and fifth grade rooms where I was working today.  As I completed my post-conference with the teacher, we got onto some things she could change in the room...basically the lay out.  As we were deep in discussion, she asked me if I wanted to join her for lunch in her room.  Since I had only planned to work at my computer to catch up on e-mails, that sounded fantastic. So, I joined her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back with my bag lunch in my hand, I was surprised to find a candle on her small group table along with a delicate, flowered tea cup and saucer.  Along side the saucer was a tiny bit of chocolate.  Desert!  We sat and talked about her workshop, her room arrangement, her community of writers.  All the time we were sipping tea from these tiny tea cups.  She then told me the story of how she had gotten her set of china from a trip to Europe many years before, bringing each piece home tucked into her suitcase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time slipped by and she had to rush off to pick up her students.  I cleaned up the last crumbs from my sandwich and drained the last drop of tea.  I glanced back at the candle, blew it out and meandered out into the hall full of eager children fresh from a romp outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of culture.  A little bit of peace.  A little bit of collaboration over a wonderful tea party.  What a great Slice of Life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-1006473885930930291?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1006473885930930291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=1006473885930930291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1006473885930930291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1006473885930930291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-2631-tea-party.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: Day 26/31 The Tea Party'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ScwDM2BC3vI/AAAAAAAAAgE/iqjviRelNpI/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-9090438938637693284</id><published>2009-03-25T18:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:56:42.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 25/31  What's Your Teaching Point?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Scq091Svn2I/AAAAAAAAAf8/igsFdp6Nuf8/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317261284435009378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Scq091Svn2I/AAAAAAAAAf8/igsFdp6Nuf8/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 25/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday I was in a fifth grade classroom.  It is one I have worked in all year, so I know the kiddos there really well.  In fact, that is one of my "try-it-out" classrooms.  I try all my new ideas with those super students.  Again yesterday that is what I was doing.  We were working on persuasive writing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I introduced my lesson by telling them what my Teaching Point was: TP-Writers write about things that bother or annoy them.  They wrote it in their notebook as the lesson started.  The link back to their work, after I modeled for them and they had a try with it with a partner, was to make their list of things that annoyed them.  They were great.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later that day, I was in the room with some visiting teachers from another grade level.  I told them of my try with the Teaching Point...telling them and having them write it in the notebook.  One of the students happened to still be in the room, so I asked Daniel: "What was the teaching point this morning in my lesson?"  Daniel never hesitated..."Writers write about things that annoy them."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I was in another building, but I got an email from yesterday's classroom teacher.  She said when she did her lesson the kiddos asked... "What is the Teaching Point, Mrs. G.?"  I guess the GOT IT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's my Slice of Life for today!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-9090438938637693284?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/9090438938637693284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=9090438938637693284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/9090438938637693284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/9090438938637693284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-2531-whats-your.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 25/31  What&apos;s Your Teaching Point?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Scq091Svn2I/AAAAAAAAAf8/igsFdp6Nuf8/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-5816608275260927267</id><published>2009-03-23T19:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:45:27.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: Day 23/31---I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ScgeJwS9H4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/afJ6BXashfc/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316532513042931586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ScgeJwS9H4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/afJ6BXashfc/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: Day 23/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I missed staying with this for every day of March. I so wanted to do that...but I wanted to go to NYC more. Could not make my blackberry work in blogger mode. Oh, well...I'm back now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Barb and I were able to share what we learned at PS 16 with our boss. We went through our thinking and then shared handouts and our power point. We have so many thoughts and so many things we want to try. We made so many new friends. New York is wonderful and such a friendly BIG city. We saw it all and did it all. What more can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-5816608275260927267?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5816608275260927267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=5816608275260927267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5816608275260927267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5816608275260927267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-2331-im-back.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: Day 23/31---I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ScgeJwS9H4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/afJ6BXashfc/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-1450204866654673578</id><published>2009-03-18T21:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:09:46.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF DAYS: DAY 18/31   Determining Importance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ScGZSNhkPxI/AAAAAAAAAfs/uIG1lAktTQA/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314697573421039378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ScGZSNhkPxI/AAAAAAAAAfs/uIG1lAktTQA/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 18/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As a literacy teacher one of the important things we teach is how to comprehend the text.  There are many ways that help us to do this: connections to our lives, our world or other text; questioning, visualizing, synthesizing, and determining importance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Slice of Life is focusing on the strategy of determing importance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tomorrow I take off for New York City and a whirlwind trip for professional reasons.  Okay, so there will be some pleasure mixed in with it all.  But basically we will spend loads of hours bumping up what we know about literacy.  From visiting a school that was recommended by our friend, Carl Anderson, in Queens to listening to the top authors at Teacher College at Columbia University, we will be filled with information to bring back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The part of determing importance came when I had to try to pack.  Carl said to pack for cold weather AND warm weather because it could change any time...ummmm...sounds like Indiana!  So, I had to narrow it down to one pair of pants, three tops, a pair of jeans and three sports tshirts or sweatshirts.  Talk about determing what was really important and what was not necessary was really tough.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am finally packed.  The alarm is set for 4:45 and we will pull out of Jody's driveway and head for Indy at 6:00 a.m.  I am planning on trying to blog each day I am there.  So, the Slice of Life will live on in New York City!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-1450204866654673578?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1450204866654673578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=1450204866654673578' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1450204866654673578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1450204866654673578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-days-day-1831-determining.html' title='SLICE OF DAYS: DAY 18/31   Determining Importance'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ScGZSNhkPxI/AAAAAAAAAfs/uIG1lAktTQA/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-3430501626754900431</id><published>2009-03-17T19:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:02:12.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: Day 17/31---Where I'm From</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ScA4bvSFw1I/AAAAAAAAAfk/5UrtGKur150/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314309609497150290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ScA4bvSFw1I/AAAAAAAAAfk/5UrtGKur150/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 17/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was training for our Elemetary Literacy Framework or E.L.F.  In the 3rd-5th grade section they talked about writers' notebooks.  One of the exercises that they had everyone do was to take George Ella Lyons' poem: Where I'm From and try it out in their notebooks.  Naturally, even as one of the coaches, I did it too.  I thought that would make a perfect Slice of Life.  Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from small towns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and country fields with streams running through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm from adventures with Ellen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And Sunday School with Sara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm from tomato fields and migrant workers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The swing set in the back yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And pony in the barn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm from baby sitting jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And basketball games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm from 4-H, Girl Scouts, and Youth Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm from church camp and Girl Scout camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;From ripping out stitches in skirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And making pineapple upside down cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;From teasing Dale and Detroit cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-3430501626754900431?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3430501626754900431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=3430501626754900431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3430501626754900431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3430501626754900431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-1731-where-im-from.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: Day 17/31---Where I&apos;m From'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/ScA4bvSFw1I/AAAAAAAAAfk/5UrtGKur150/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-2137645016792288789</id><published>2009-03-16T15:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:11:32.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 16/31--And a Good Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sb7AaT7Mk8I/AAAAAAAAAfc/Am__2jWwLn8/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313896168601457602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sb7AaT7Mk8I/AAAAAAAAAfc/Am__2jWwLn8/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 16/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ordering books is sometimes an obsession with me. Today I succumbed to that obsession. I bought three new professional books. The catalogue from Stenhouse Publishers arrived this weekend. I viewed with excitement and dog-eared the pages where I found interesting books. Today I took a few moments and looked at those books closer. Yes, they were ones I really thought I wanted, maybe even needed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what I found:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The CAFE Book by Gail Boushey and Joan Moser...The Sisters. It isn't out yet, but I have it on hold.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading for Real by Kathy Collins...if it is by Kathy it HAS to be good!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One Child at a Time by Pat Johnson...my friend Julia N. recommended this, so I just had to get it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes a Slice of Life is waiting for the future and a good book!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-2137645016792288789?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2137645016792288789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=2137645016792288789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2137645016792288789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2137645016792288789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-1631-and-good-book.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 16/31--And a Good Book'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sb7AaT7Mk8I/AAAAAAAAAfc/Am__2jWwLn8/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-2295347190056923921</id><published>2009-03-15T11:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:57:53.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 15/31  Blessed Assurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sb0dwuIiy4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/ZQKo0A7coNA/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313435858221845378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sb0dwuIiy4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/ZQKo0A7coNA/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 15/31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Sunday, my day revolves around attending church and adult Sunday School class. It is the highlight of my week. Today was no exception. The sermon was awesome and inspiring. Mike, our pastor, referenced one of my former professors at CBS and that brought back great memories. But the thing that hit me the most today was the music part of the worship service. Eric, our music leader, gave a background of the writer of the song: Blessesd Assurance. I had heard that story probably all my life, but today the story and the words hit me with more power for some reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanny Crosby, the author, was blinded by an incompetent doctor at six weeks of age. She went on to write over 8,000 hymns. She never complained of her blindness, instead she used it to praise God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect submission, perfect delight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Visions of rapture now burst on my sight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How can I complain about little things that bug me in my life. Her words give me inspiration to take a Slice of Life and turn it into praise and submission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect submission, all is at rest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I in my Savior am happy and blest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Watching and waiting, looking above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Filled with His goodness, lost in His love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Slice of Life today. To be more like this and remember who I am here for and why I am here...to completely praise HIM! "This is my story, this is my song, Praising the Savior all the day long!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-2295347190056923921?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2295347190056923921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=2295347190056923921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2295347190056923921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2295347190056923921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-1531-blessed.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 15/31  Blessed Assurance'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sb0dwuIiy4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/ZQKo0A7coNA/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-4842791140575849867</id><published>2009-03-14T20:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:02:39.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 14/31--Making Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbxRExAHAHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IkJaFLST1qo/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313210802705465458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbxRExAHAHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IkJaFLST1qo/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 14/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only five more days before we take off for NYC and the Teacher College Spring Reunion. There are five of us from FWCS going this time along with seven from East Noble and two from Quincy, MI. What a great group. My Slice of Life for today is the schedule I worked on all afternoon. What great fun that was! Just another way to look forward to a wonderful four days. Today I'm dreaming next week at this time I will be experiencing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here it is in a nutshell:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thursday, March 19th:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fly out of Indy at 10:40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Arrive in NYC at 12:50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Go to TKTS &amp;amp; grab whatever is cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eat supper @ Ellen's Stardust Diner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Go to the theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Friday, March 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Take the subway to PS 16 in Queens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eat lunch with the teachers &amp;amp; coaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Leave @ around 12:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Siteseeing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Saturday, March 21st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Be on the subway by 8:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Teacher College Reunion @ Columbia University 9:00-3:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Supper with Stacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, March 22nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last minute site seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Flight leaves @ 1:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Arrive in Indy at 4:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WOW! What a Slice of Life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-4842791140575849867?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4842791140575849867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=4842791140575849867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4842791140575849867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4842791140575849867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-1431-making-plans.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 14/31--Making Plans'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbxRExAHAHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IkJaFLST1qo/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-8763245718415294892</id><published>2009-03-13T22:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:31:57.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 13/31--It's all about love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbsTfQNv50I/AAAAAAAAAfE/26yzDaeB1wQ/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312861613063137090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbsTfQNv50I/AAAAAAAAAfE/26yzDaeB1wQ/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 13/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens every day about this time. Things are winding down at our house. The t.v. is blaring away on some news program on Fox or a ball game of some sort. It is the time when my chores around the house are just ending and I am ready to crash. I have on my comfy sweats and fuzzy slippers and crawl onto the couch with a big glass of water. The cats are snuggled on top of the couch each facing a different direction, trying to ignore each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I am either engrossed in my favorite novel or professional book I feel the eyes upon me. I try to pretend they are not there. I continue to read or watch the television program acting as if nothing else exists. But the eyes are still there: looking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I can take it no longer I look up. There he is staring at me with those big brown eyes. I know what he is saying...he doesn't have to speak. "Mom, it is time for bed. NOW!" I slowly close the book, lay it down on the table, and give him a big kiss. "Okay, Murphy, let's go to bed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles up at me, turns around on slow moving hips for his 12 year old body and heads for the bedroom. But not before being sure I am following. We go down the hall and he shuffles to his bed and with great effort gets comfortable with his back leg stretched out until it almost touches his front leg. I crawl down beside him and we snuggle. I love the smell of his golden fur. I love the feel of that warm coat. I love the way he reaches over and licks whatever he can reach on me...usually my arm or hand. We lie there for a few minutes until he gets too hot. I then kiss him goodnight, crawl into bed and continue reading by my small, bedside lamp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite Slices of Life is with my Murphy dog. I know our days are numbered and I do NOT take any of them for granted! I love you, Murphy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-8763245718415294892?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8763245718415294892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=8763245718415294892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8763245718415294892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/8763245718415294892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-1331-its-all-about.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 13/31--It&apos;s all about love!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbsTfQNv50I/AAAAAAAAAfE/26yzDaeB1wQ/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-4595485042825384174</id><published>2009-03-12T20:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:33:08.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SOL: Day 12/31--Long Live Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbmmF4cgrVI/AAAAAAAAAe8/G10xkNoYDMc/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312459855441734994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbmmF4cgrVI/AAAAAAAAAe8/G10xkNoYDMc/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: Day 12/31&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We met at the Best Western at 6:55 a.m., jumped in the van and took off for our one hour drive across the flood drenched lands of northern Indiana this morning. Our destination: All Day Conference With Carl Anderson. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I did learn tons, as I always do from him. Yes, I got to see many of my friends from all across the area. Yes, I DID buy more books. But, my Slice of Life has to be the interacting of Facebook we got today. What fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am a fan of the crazy new fad that is increasing daily. I am hooked. Then Carl talks to us about adding new friends to his site. He is up to 100 now...okay, okay, so it is 101 as of tonight. The deal is, I have relatives all over the USA. Now I can see what they are doing. I have former students also all over the USA. Now I know where they are and what their lives are like after second grade. I have classmates from high school and college that I have not heard from in years. I have found them again.  And, yes, I am one of the 'friends' on Carl's list!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was so much fun posting small message back to Carl as we drove home from the conference. It was so interesting to see who was added to my friend's list when I got home. I love that Carl says even this form of writing is part of the new digital writing world. Another real reason to write. This is a weird Slice of Life, but in our ever changing world...Long Live Facebook!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/4892350449874117579-4595485042825384174?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4595485042825384174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=4595485042825384174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4595485042825384174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/4595485042825384174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/sol-day-1231-long-live-facebook.html' title='SOL: Day 12/31--Long Live Facebook'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbmmF4cgrVI/AAAAAAAAAe8/G10xkNoYDMc/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-5192213368528779652</id><published>2009-03-11T17:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:36:22.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: Day 11/31--Small Moments in the Classroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbgpfGH-API/AAAAAAAAAe0/YnXNVvJZ1KI/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312041374680219890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbgpfGH-API/AAAAAAAAAe0/YnXNVvJZ1KI/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 11/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days that make me happy to be working where I am doing what I do. I started the day off at a school working with a teacher on data from DIBELS. I know, it takes a special person to like that sort of thing, but I really do. Then I worked in three classrooms. After that I maneuvered around the closed roads due to flooding in our city of three rivers! (What do you expect with three rivers in the spring?) I made it to the office for lunch in time to rush to another building with my boss to do a data meeting with a new principal. The end of my day was spent in writing lessons for another unit of study: Third Grade Feature Articles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Slice of Life came from one of the classrooms. I was able to work with a second grade today. My favorite grade. I taught that level for many years and still miss it. I am so happy when some second grade teacher asks me in to work with her/him. Today we were beginning response to literature. They have been talking about books all year, but today we started a formal study. I worked with something I like to call: Pass The Book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off talking about what we like to talk about when we talk about books. We charted our thinking. Then I read the book: &lt;a href="http://www.booksforkidsblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/girl-sports-swish-by-bill-martin-jr-and.html"&gt;SWISH!&lt;/a&gt; They loved it! Even if it is about "girls" playing basketball! We quickly circled up on the floor from our previous "mashed potatoes" formation. I started the process by saying, "SWISH! I loved the way the author kept me on the edge of my seat when they were about to lose the game." The book was passed and each student gave their thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then went back to their seats to make their thinking visible by writing. I pulled up next to one little boy who had written: "I liked it when they won the game." I questioned him more. Then he responded: "At first I was thinking they wouldn't win the game. But then my thinking changed because the ball was going closer and closer to the basket and I thought they would win the game." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What smart thinking for a seven year old. Naturally, I had him write that on his paper and made him famous at sharing time. Little Slices of Life can be found anywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-5192213368528779652?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5192213368528779652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=5192213368528779652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5192213368528779652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5192213368528779652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-1131-small-moments-in.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: Day 11/31--Small Moments in the Classroom'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbgpfGH-API/AAAAAAAAAe0/YnXNVvJZ1KI/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-7749780704052301351</id><published>2009-03-10T19:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:37:59.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: Day 10/31--A Breath of Fresh Air on a Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sbb2uKUNbQI/AAAAAAAAAes/O94XNOrefGA/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311704083433614594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sbb2uKUNbQI/AAAAAAAAAes/O94XNOrefGA/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: Day 10/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was the last Beginning Writers Workshop for our district.  We have met three times over the year.  It is so inspiring to see teachers get excited about teaching again.  Several little memories stuck with me today as we bid farewell to these educators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First of all, this morning Mindy was teaching about narrative writing.  I have heard her do this lesson many times. I was there when we all developed them several years ago.  Still, I never fail to still learn from them.  What she said today was about personal narratives.  She talked about them being nonfiction. I knew they were, but it never really registered with me.  She said, "The reason we write personal narratives is so people can connect with them."  Reading the blogs today, I understood that statement more than ever. I read the blogs and the ones I enjoy most are those in which I connect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Next, we went into two classrooms to have teachers model writers workshop...one primary and one intermediate.  I went with the intermediate teachers.  Jen was modeling persuasive writing.  After the workshop we went out and she debriefed with us.  In the debriefing time, she made the comment that her journey started three years ago when she went to a Beginning Writers Workshop just like this one. It hit me how the circle keeps going...now she is modeling and teaching others what she learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last of all, Mindy and I gathered the evaluations at the end of the day when everyone had left. We sat at a back table and read each one. It was so encouraging to read their comments.  To hear a teacher say that even after teaching for many years it was great to be enthused about it again. To hear young teachers say they could hardly wait to get back into the classroom and try things they had seen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On this otherwise rainy day, it is a breath of fresh air to participate in such a learning Slice of Life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-7749780704052301351?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7749780704052301351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=7749780704052301351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7749780704052301351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7749780704052301351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-1031-breath-of-fresh.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: Day 10/31--A Breath of Fresh Air on a Rainy Day'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sbb2uKUNbQI/AAAAAAAAAes/O94XNOrefGA/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-7324640131550296475</id><published>2009-03-09T19:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:52:01.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: Day 9/31--It started with endings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbWnvIpm77I/AAAAAAAAAek/Fd4VXOXySsM/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311335763771060146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbWnvIpm77I/AAAAAAAAAek/Fd4VXOXySsM/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 9/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my day in a third grade classroom. The students have been writing all year. After talking with the teacher about my visit to their room, we decided that these writers needed to work on endings. She said they just kind of stopped and then wrote: THE END. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled an ending lesson from &lt;a href="http://ralphfletcher.com/writing_teachers.html"&gt;Ralph and JoAnn's Craft Lessons&lt;/a&gt;. It was a simple lesson, but had the punch these writers needed. I sent them off to work on their current projects, or to go back into their notebooks and find something in which they could work on an ending. They all got busy as soon as they got to their seats. The teacher and I settled in to conference with various students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first boy I worked with was writing a story about going to the theater with his family. They had gotten their early and he suggested they go out to eat until the show started. He ended the story with a feeling of happiness with the wonderful day he spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next boy was making a list in a journal of things he wanted. His title was: 'I want a'. When I glanced at the front of the journal I noticed it was a poetry journal. After his long list of things he wanted: computer, wii, X box.... he said: I really want it...please, please, please! What a great poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl I worked with was doing a "How-To" piece. She was writing 'How to play the wii'. The girl next to her said her mom wanted to get her one, but she didn't know how to play it. I confessed I didn't either. D. told us the way to pick a game and exactly how to play it. I suggested she just write what she told us. For her ending she was going to use: Go play and be happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many genres! Such great writers! What a Slice of Life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-7324640131550296475?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7324640131550296475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=7324640131550296475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7324640131550296475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7324640131550296475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-931-it-started-with.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: Day 9/31--It started with endings'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbWnvIpm77I/AAAAAAAAAek/Fd4VXOXySsM/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-5023974621686197800</id><published>2009-03-08T20:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:10:41.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: Day8/31--Good-byes are Tough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbRcyOH1JjI/AAAAAAAAAec/b3EQxxeHu2Q/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310971878430811698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbRcyOH1JjI/AAAAAAAAAec/b3EQxxeHu2Q/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: Day 8/31--Saying Good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was rainy all day long. With the springing ahead of the clocks, it made it tough to get up for church and Sunday school. However, we had a combined service and that made it easier since it was the late service time we went to today. It was awesome to see everyone at the same time. The music and sermon were inspiring and motivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later that day I went back to church. This time it was not something I enjoy. One of my friends and fellow Sunday School class member passed away on Friday. The viewing was today. He was such a quiet, easy-going man that was always there for you. His smile and concern were apparent. We stood in line about an hour to get to the front of the line. That is how popular and respected he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be missed by so many. His place in the class will always be empty in my opinion. I know he is in a better place and is finally at peace. Still, that doesn't help our missing him here. I am just so thankful he knew the Lord and we all know we will be able to see him again! Good-byes are a Slice of Life we don't really like! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-5023974621686197800?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5023974621686197800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=5023974621686197800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5023974621686197800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/5023974621686197800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day831-good-byes-are.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: Day8/31--Good-byes are Tough!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbRcyOH1JjI/AAAAAAAAAec/b3EQxxeHu2Q/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-1989162458677005212</id><published>2009-03-07T14:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:43:52.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: Day 7/31--Things aren't always what you plan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbLL7YmMj7I/AAAAAAAAAeU/lsVAYgkUyQw/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310531131698614194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbLL7YmMj7I/AAAAAAAAAeU/lsVAYgkUyQw/s200/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: Day 7/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy, cloudy, with a chance of storms.  That is what I would say if I were the weather forecaster.  It is warm and that makes it almost worth the cloudy, rainy day.  A perfect day for cleaning. That is what I did all morning: clean the back bedroom, dust everything and vacuum the floors.  Then we took some time off to go out for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving to our destination, I began to feel funny.  Maybe I was just hungry.  Maybe it was because I had exercised while hungry and exercised HARD.  Maybe I was getting the bug everyone around me has been experiencing.  I was starved so the grilled chicken salad tasted great and I scarfed it down. Still didn't feel the best.  We made a couple more stops and then got home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next project was to tackle all the lessons I had to prepare for next week's classes.  I have four lessons and two collaborations on Monday. Not an easy schedule.  I have them all listed out.  I need to prepare a whole unit of study for persuasive writing for some 4th and 5th grades.  I need to review Acuity data for 4th grade.  I need to work on an author study and some how-to books.  All just for Monday!  My stomach tightens up just thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will begin with the Author Study and How-to books...then take a nap. Everything's better after a nap!  My Slice of Life is that sometimes things don't work out the way you had planned them to work out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-1989162458677005212?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1989162458677005212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=1989162458677005212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1989162458677005212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/1989162458677005212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-731-things-arent.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: Day 7/31--Things aren&apos;t always what you plan!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbLL7YmMj7I/AAAAAAAAAeU/lsVAYgkUyQw/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-2431916290990312371</id><published>2009-03-06T16:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:36:44.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: Day 6/31--Debbie Miller Visits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbGVAxFNpKI/AAAAAAAAAeM/2PdpYoQwvk0/s1600-h/slice_of_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310189276054267042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbGVAxFNpKI/AAAAAAAAAeM/2PdpYoQwvk0/s200/slice_of_life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: 6/31&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day we had been waiting for! The weather was perfect: partly cloudy with the sun peeking through and in the high 60s. For northern Indiana, that was about the best for which we could hope. I got up early and had butterflies already. I rushed out of the house with my bottle of water and got to the school by 7:20. That's early for me! Everything was already in place: chairs to fit over 40 people, overhead in case she needed it and the visiting classrooms looked terrific.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 7:55 here she came walking up the hallway with Starbuck coffee container in her hand and that big smile on her face. I knew we could do it! Today was the day Debbie Miller came to visit our elementary school to model Reading Workshop in front of 40+ teachers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students were wonderful, so smart. They opened up and shared their thinking. Thinking that they didn't even know they had. From working with J. with her funking little braids all over her head, to coaxing M. into talking when he wasn't sure he wanted to, she brought enthusiasm back into the lives of many teachers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Slice of Life was a once in a life time slice. One that will live on with many of us for years to come. One that will change lives all over northern Indiana. There is now a huge Debbie Miller fan club in the All Write!!! area.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-2431916290990312371?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2431916290990312371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=2431916290990312371' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2431916290990312371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2431916290990312371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-631-debbie-miller.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: Day 6/31--Debbie Miller Visits'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbGVAxFNpKI/AAAAAAAAAeM/2PdpYoQwvk0/s72-c/slice_of_life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-3239416254827173127</id><published>2009-03-05T18:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:26:35.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE INTO THE FUTURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbBbgpVRPAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/svZZujTdym4/s1600-h/slice_of_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309844577078819842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbBbgpVRPAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/svZZujTdym4/s200/slice_of_life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Slice of Life: 5/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is northern Indiana the weather is turning to feel like spring. The air is warmer and the breeze is strong. A new sign of spring this year is ISTEP in the spring. That is our state-wide assessment test. Normally, we take it in the fall as soon as we get back to school from summer vacation. This year is the first time for grades three--to five in our elementary schools to be tested. The stress is showing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I worked in three classrooms. The relief for the fifth graders to talk about something besides testing was evident. They were working on persuasive pieces. The teacher handed out samples of persuasive writing. The students gathered into groups, each with a different sample to peruse. I listened in on one group. It was made up of one boy and three girls. They took a few minutes to read the piece first. It was about lowering the driving age. Something these 10-year-olds took seriously.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were to look at some guiding questions. The discussion began. They all agreed with what the article was mostly about, but when it came to the issue or main point, they weren't quite sure. Some wanted to include the fact that drunk driving in adults was a reason to have younger drivers. Some wanted to include that more wrecks by adults was a reason. They each told their points of view. Finally, they decided to not list reasons just yet. The question of how do you know was easy for them because they were used to siting the text.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the class came back together for their sharing time you could hear the buzz of discussion. Several wanted to tell why they thought their particular piece was unfair. One girl said, "I agreed with most of it, but this one part was way off, in my opinion."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, these were 10-year-olds. I feel these fifth graders did fine on the ISTEP test, but the more important issue is: they will do fine in LIFE!!! What a Slice of Life and the future that was today!!! Thanks, Mrs. Barney's class for sharing with me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-3239416254827173127?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3239416254827173127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=3239416254827173127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3239416254827173127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3239416254827173127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-into-future.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE INTO THE FUTURE'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SbBbgpVRPAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/svZZujTdym4/s72-c/slice_of_life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-6198787924612752909</id><published>2009-03-04T19:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:51:34.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOL: Day 4--LITTLE THINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sa8erAW3DaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/GOl4L-8WOO0/s1600-h/slice_of_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309496209872194978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sa8erAW3DaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/GOl4L-8WOO0/s200/slice_of_life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLICE OF LIFE: Day 4/31&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today Ruth and I talked about our blogs.  We discussed what we might blog about and had several ideas.  Coming home from Warsaw and the conference with Debbie Miller, I kept going over and over my ideas.  I had learned so much from Debbie that it would be easy to share some of that learning.  That was definitely a Slice of Life!  I saw so many friends that I hadn't connected with for ages, too.  That also was a Slice of Life!  But, like many of my writing topics, I just kept coming back to the same one. So, that is what I'm going with today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The conference was held in a huge high school...with the students there.  The truth is, we never really saw them much.  How in the world did they do that?  We had around 250 people at the conference.  It was packed.  In that 250 group there were probably about five men.  The rest, of course, were women.  Not surprising for an elementary teaching group.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is not usually a problem until one event...restroom break.  The lines to the women's restroom are always LONG.  The men's restroom is ALWAYS short!  Today it really wasn't that bad.  I figure some women were adventurous and found one farther away from the main lobby.  Good for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Still not the main problem.  At the end of the day, long after lunch, I decided it was time to hit the little girl's room one last time.  I ventured in and did my thing.  As I was zipping up my pants a voice called out: "Would you please pass some toilet paper to me?"  A hand came out of no where under the side of the stall.  I gasped and said, "Are you right beside me?"  A weak voice said back, "Yes, right here.  See my hand?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I quickly pulled off a big wad and slipped it into the out stretched palm.  "There you go," I told her.  Then I heard, "Here you go.  I have some, too."  It was the person on her other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ruth said in her blog, that it was the little things in life that made a difference.  I must say I agree with that motto.  Sometimes you never know how much the little things mean until they are not there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-6198787924612752909?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6198787924612752909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=6198787924612752909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6198787924612752909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/6198787924612752909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/sol-day-4-little-things.html' title='SOL: Day 4--LITTLE THINGS'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sa8erAW3DaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/GOl4L-8WOO0/s72-c/slice_of_life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-7072402516904061280</id><published>2009-03-03T19:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:24:53.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 3/31</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sa3HEqbRbjI/AAAAAAAAAdk/7m760fr1xz4/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309118418661764658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sa3HEqbRbjI/AAAAAAAAAdk/7m760fr1xz4/s320/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slice of Life: Day 3/31&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spring Break for our school system is one month away. Last night we made a decision about what we would do for it. Now we are busy setting into motion those plans with action. We are going to be traveling via air to Arizona with two of our grandchildren. Sound good? Let me tell you more!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First of all, our son is going to school in Arizona to become a chef. He is doing terrific and we are very proud of him. However, his two children, ages seven and four, are living here with their mother. That is why we decided to take them with us to visit. The problem is: they have never flown!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have the flight...four hours. We have the animals taken care of...well, mostly. Now we just have to get ready mentally for the trip with two kids! We will spend four days there and then fly back alone. The kids are going to stay and come back later with their dad. The trip will be exciting for them and for us to spend all that time with them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What an interesting slice of life this will be!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sa3JlveSzhI/AAAAAAAAAd0/r8SX8iiv-Bg/s1600-h/100_0864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309121185975553554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sa3JlveSzhI/AAAAAAAAAd0/r8SX8iiv-Bg/s200/100_0864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-7072402516904061280?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7072402516904061280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=7072402516904061280' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7072402516904061280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7072402516904061280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-331-spring-break-for.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: DAY 3/31'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sa3HEqbRbjI/AAAAAAAAAdk/7m760fr1xz4/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-7714472603739296982</id><published>2009-03-02T19:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:53:54.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: Day 2/31</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sax7jT3DuuI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ZNgu2KMJrkU/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308753907319814882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sax7jT3DuuI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ZNgu2KMJrkU/s320/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Slice of Life: Day 2/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those sunny days that make you wish you were anywhere except inside a room with no windows. That is you wish you were outside experiencing the sunshine until you step outside and realize it is freezing out there. That is how I felt as I left the office to head home tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left earlier than I normally do, so I was already planning my time before I had to get busy with supper, exercises and other routines. I guess I was day dreaming and driving the same route I usually take home on days I am at the office. Working in a big city (big for me) and living over 30 minutes away, gives me plenty of time to daydream. The problem was, I was earlier than normal and there was more traffic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just turned north to head for the major interstate when it happened. Or I should say, when it almost happened. The road takes a huge fork and half the traffic goes east and the other half goes west. I wanted to go west, but I wanted to be on the far right side of the road. I do this every time I drive on this highway. This time I swerved over to the right side and I heard it. LOUD! A long, loud car horn. Who in the world is doing that? I thought as I continued to be in my own little world of what to have for supper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had looked in my mirror. I had looked behind me. I really did NOT see anyone back there. Then I realized he was honking at ME! Can you believe it? A big white truck with a dark-haired man frowning at me was right there. Right where I thought I could easily slide into. I did continue to slip into the lane, I was 3/4 of the way in anyway. What else could I do? I turned, raised my hand as if to say, "Sorry" and kept driving. He followed me for a few blocks and then went to another lane and off to his life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slices of life come upon us instantly sometimes. It was just a slice, but it could have been so much worse. I vowed I would be more careful and keep my mind on my driving. But it was a sunny day and I did have lots to plan for. Oh, well, it made a good slice of life story anyway!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-7714472603739296982?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7714472603739296982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=7714472603739296982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7714472603739296982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/7714472603739296982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-231.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: Day 2/31'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sax7jT3DuuI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ZNgu2KMJrkU/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-113453651578898868</id><published>2009-03-01T10:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:05:17.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICE OF LIFE: DAY ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SaqtQn-ywtI/AAAAAAAAAdM/vkCp14OjAn8/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308245611931419346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SaqtQn-ywtI/AAAAAAAAAdM/vkCp14OjAn8/s320/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SLICE OF LIFE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's my first posting answering the challenge of &lt;a href="http://twowritingteachers.wordpress.com/"&gt;The Two Writing Teachers.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&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;&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walking groggily into the kitchen this Sunday morning, my husband greeted me with: "We are all set for the Peachtree Road Race in Atlanta this summer. I sent in the applications and $60 for the registration!" Talk about something changing you life in an instant!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, we have done this six-mile race on July 4th for about 15 years. Yes, we did talk about it before he sent it in. Yes, it is something that I NEED to do. Still, now I am committed to begin running so I am ready for the race. As I look out my window at the cold, still winter sky, I wonder if I can be ready by July 4th to run six miles. I know I have done it in the past, but I am over 60 now...that makes a difference.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still as the clouds fill the light blue sky with threats of rain or even snow, I am visualizing, hoping, dreaming of the days ahead when the sun will be blazing and I will be wishing for a day like today. A day to have a cooler breeze in order to have a more comfortable run.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't start training today. I will start thinking about training today. I am making the commitment and preparing my mind, if not my body, for the challenge that lies ahead. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://atlantatrackclub.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;40th Peachtree Road Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 4, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atlanta, Georgia&lt;/strong&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/4892350449874117579-113453651578898868?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113453651578898868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=113453651578898868' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/113453651578898868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/113453651578898868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life-day-one.html' title='SLICE OF LIFE: DAY ONE'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/SaqtQn-ywtI/AAAAAAAAAdM/vkCp14OjAn8/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-2046941257145911187</id><published>2009-02-28T20:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:32:30.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slice of Life Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you have not tried the Slice of Life by &lt;a href="http://twowritingteachers.wordpress.com/"&gt;"thetwowritingteachers&lt;/a&gt;", you really need to check out their website this month. They are giving bloggers a BIG challenge. I can't wait to see if I can do it. If I can, not only will I have a chance to get some great prizes, but I will also become a better writer, just because I will have written more than ever. That always helps our writing, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here's the letter I got from Stacey and Ruth. Try it out and see what you think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sanj7QIgkDI/AAAAAAAAAdE/nC685SIaSsE/s1600-h/slice+of+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308024242915282994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sanj7QIgkDI/AAAAAAAAAdE/nC685SIaSsE/s320/slice+of+Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ruth and I hope this letter finds you well. Here on the East Coast of the United States, we’re preparing for a big snowstorm that’s coming our way. In fact, I just returned home from Stop ‘n Shop, which was as packed as a can of sardines. Bread shelves were sparse and nearly everyone had a gallon of milk in their cart! Ah, the overpreparedness has set in!&lt;br /&gt;As I snaked through the aisles between the throngs of people with shopping carts, I realized that my trip to the grocery store would make an excellent Slice of Life Story. Even though it seems rather mundane, there are ways that I can make more out of my trip to the store thereby telling my reader something about the way in which people acted (not well) towards each other this afternoon as they stocked-up for the impending storm.&lt;br /&gt;That being said, the second Slice of Life Story Challenge begins at Two Writing Teachers tomorrow. We’re hoping that you are going to take part in this 31 Day Challenge by writing and sharing a story about your day, each day, during the month of March. We know that sounds like a lot of writing, but that’s why it’s a challenge. And, in order to make things more interesting, we have a bunch of artists who donated writerly items as giveaways for participants (see details by going to &lt;a href="http://twowritingteachers.wordpress.com/2009/02/27/solscgiveawaypreview" target="_blank"&gt;http://twowritingteachers.wordpress.com/2009/02/27/solscgiveawaypreview&lt;/a&gt;). If you miss a day, DO NOT DESPAIR... I'm creating something for one of the folks (as a drawing) who writes between 25-30 days of the Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Due to many technical problems Ruth and I have had with Mr. Linky, we’ve decided to forego using Mr. Linky this year. Hence, every day that you write a Slice of Life Story, please head over to our blog’s main page and post the link to your post by submitting a comment on that day’s post prior to 11:59 p.m. Eastern Time. (We’ll be keeping a spreadsheet of the people who submit comments so that we can expedite the giveaway process to folks in early April.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892350449874117579-2046941257145911187?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2046941257145911187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=2046941257145911187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2046941257145911187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/2046941257145911187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-have-not-tried-slice-of-life-by.html' title='Slice of Life Challenge'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sanj7QIgkDI/AAAAAAAAAdE/nC685SIaSsE/s72-c/slice+of+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892350449874117579.post-3048359750900550931</id><published>2009-02-26T19:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:38:18.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MURPHY LOVES MATT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sacz7_1H61I/AAAAAAAAAc8/GKUaZHPSnak/s1600-h/100_0877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307267791718968146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sacz7_1H61I/AAAAAAAAAc8/GKUaZHPSnak/s320/100_0877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A few weeks ago I got a call from someone I hadn't seen for about ten years.  It was from a former second grader who was now a Senior in High School.  He was calling because he was applying for the Lily Scholarship.  He wanted to go to an Indiana school and the Lily Foundation gives out full-ride scholarships to qualifying seniors.  Only two per county are picked.  It is a tough competition.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Big D and I have been coaching seniors with this competition for several years.  Several of those we worked with have gone on to win the scholarship or other scholarships from the college they choose.  It is so much fun to work with these intelligent, out-going teens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matt had been in my class when Murphy was young.  When Murphy saw Matt on his first visit, it was like he still knew him.  Matt was his buddy.  He did not want to leave his side.  He sat and pawed at him to make him pet him.  He stared into his eyes.  When Matt would answer questions, Murphy would seem to grin up at him saying, "Way to go!  Great answer!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Murphy is really hoping Matt is one of the lucky young people picked to earn the Lily.  Naturally, so are we.  This is one of the great blessings of being a teacher: seeing your kiddos go on to do great things!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good luck, Matt!!!&lt;/strong&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/4892350449874117579-3048359750900550931?l=writeonkathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3048359750900550931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892350449874117579&amp;postID=3048359750900550931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3048359750900550931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892350449874117579/posts/default/3048359750900550931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeonkathy.blogspot.com/2009/02/murphy-loves-matt.html' title='MURPHY LOVES MATT'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048581226559774602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/S4qL2PEWr8I/AAAAAAAAApk/jPL-UCriE24/S220/IMG_0292.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3TkrgsGmLE/Sacz7_1H61I/AAAAAAAAAc8/GKUaZHPSnak/s72-c/100_0877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
