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<span style="text-align: center;"> I am not really into making <span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">resolutions.</span> Here's why: When I see I must make changes within or adjust my views on the world, Im going to start now. I feel like making resolutions is like waiting until Monday to start that diet, or cut out the treats. Since I DO teach at a LEADER IN ME School, Begin with the End in Mind. (That's one of the habits we focus on.) Begin with the change, and <span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;">accept your efforts!</span> </span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">to DO more,</span> <span style="color: blue;">facebook less,</span> <span style="color: orange;">to see the good in people and situations</span>,<span style="color: #134f5c;"> </span><span style="color: #45818e;">to floss,</span> <span style="color: purple;">to eat dessert whenever I dang well want to, </span><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">to be happy with life</span></b>, <span style="color: magenta;">to enjoy the sunsets</span>, and to find <span style="color: #0b5394;">life and laughter in simple moments.</span></div>
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So I have been working on a little "Home-School Connection" if you will, involving SIGHT WORDS. I wanted my parents to become more involved in helping their child learn these important words. Well....I then decided to make a TEACHER EDITION- and laminate the cards and flip through them as we are at the carpet together, as we (me included) are waiting <not so patiently> for the recess bell to ring, or as we are lining up to go home.....this "Popcorn on a Ring" is perfect! Take it on the go, in the car, whatever!<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">There are 6 alphabet recognition cards, and Popcorn sight words per page. </span><br />
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I went and saw the movie <span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;">"The Giver"</span> </span>tonight. Wow. It was well done. GO SEE IT!<br />
While reading the book <like five years ago> I kept likening it to The Garden of Eden. Tonight- the same thing kept running around in my mind. In the Garden, Adam and Eve didn't experience pleasure because they didn't know pain. It was only because of the Fall, that allowed them <span style="font-size: large;">to feel</span>, to love, to learn, to grow, to progress.<br />
In the movie, the GIVER is like our <span style="color: blue; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Heavenly Father</span>. He <span style="font-size: large;">gives</span> us experiences and opportunities to "save us." To <span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">become like Him</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span> Sometimes the opportunities or "memories" He has in store are painful. We cry. We hurt. We are lonely. We are sick. We want it to be over....BUT. We FEEL. <span style="font-size: large;">We love</span>. We have <span style="font-size: large;">Faith</span> and <span style="font-size: large;">Hope</span>. He is the one wanting us to TRUST not only IN HIM, but to <span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;">TRUST HIM.</span><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"> </span></span><br />
The relationship between the Giver and Jonas was built by trust. He was slowly showing Jonas memories and experienced the joys and pain <span style="font-size: large;">with him.</span> Our Savior, <span style="font-size: large;">Jesus Christ </span>is also our GIVER. Our <span style="font-size: large;">Advocate</span>. He has been through the depths of despair and pain and hell. He knows what its like. He KNOWS. He hurts when we hurt. BUT....He also is there in the sunsets, in children laughing, in the sweet smell of summer, <span style="font-size: large;">in everything that is good.</span> Yep. HE is there with us. Anyways, I just wanted to share my little thoughts. Go see the movie! Its ALMOST as good as the book!<br />
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As a young single adult, working with kindergarteners day after day, Saturdays are precious! I roll my eyes and say, "What do you need help with?"(Not getting the Daughter of the Year award after that...)<br />
I let my mind fast forward and thought, does she need help cleaning out the shed, or attaching a photo to an email- my patience in teaching her technology is gone.<br />
She replies, I don't need help with anything. My mind didn't really hear her and I rambled off some Saturday that I would begrudgingly spend time *helping* her do something.<br />
Well, Easter Sunday comes. I was supposed to go over and help her the previous day. I thought she would remind me or call me or something. She didn't.<br />
She says, "Yesterday you were supposed to come over. " I said Oh shoot. You should have reminded me. She says, "No, I wasn't going to remind you. This was going to be on your terms."<br />
Well turns out, <span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"><b>my wonderful and loving mother</b></span> had set up an Easter girls day for us. We were to get our hair cut, pedicures and lunch. "This was going to be your Easter present." she said.<br />
Me now feeling like a complete idiot and trying not to act like I cared, said oh can we still do it?<br />
You can bet what her answer was....No.<br />
I was truly humbled. There were no others words for how I felt. <span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"><b>Humbled. </b></span><br />
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Sometimes we are asked to do things, and we may not yet see the benefits or blessings that come from doing what we were asked to do.<br />
A lot of times, <span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><b>blessings come from within the heart</b></span>. A simple peaceful feeling knowing you helped someone, a moment that allows you to grow closer to Heavenly Father. These opportunities are blessings that allow us to become more like our Savior. We may be stretched at times, but <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>HE knows exactly what He is molding us in to</b></span>. It may be painful, lonely or hard, but with Heavenly Father by our side, we can get through!<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"> photo courtey: http://keepingitpersonal.com/2012/04/potters-hands/</span><br />
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Now go listen to Julie de<br />
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"Write your will upon my heart, mold my soul to your design."<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-32546546249862770382014-06-01T12:47:00.002-06:002014-06-02T10:18:29.504-06:00I Love you 206My cute friend Emily recounted this story in her<br />
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<span style="color: purple;">In a father-son game of "I love you more," Dave Barlow thought he had his 6-year-old son, Sam, beat.</span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;">"I love you infinity," the father would say.</span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A short time later, Sam came home from school and stumped his father with</span><span style="font-size: large;"> "Dad, I love you 206!"</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;">Seeing the confused look on his father's face, Sam explained he had just learned that the human body consisted of 206 bones.</span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Dad, that's every bone in my body!"</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> the boy exclaimed.</span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPMPD3Nj7BN6eCWEFguHRudZfrOm_qd8GW7dJ-e_s9Ie4XYeR-A1j9DZmz3joUT2EOemUFxmii7gM6vKAIgbb5WMUQWNY2p8MlXHY-6xYb3fPeqvv7UEK_g7Bst-m96xWAQXd9DTHb9Tw/s1600/father-and-son-300x221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPMPD3Nj7BN6eCWEFguHRudZfrOm_qd8GW7dJ-e_s9Ie4XYeR-A1j9DZmz3joUT2EOemUFxmii7gM6vKAIgbb5WMUQWNY2p8MlXHY-6xYb3fPeqvv7UEK_g7Bst-m96xWAQXd9DTHb9Tw/s1600/father-and-son-300x221.jpg" height="294" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: 18px;">How often do we truly love with </span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">EVERY PART OF US</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">?</span></span><span style="font-size: 18px;"> Sometimes I find myself "loving" others with 103</span><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"> parts of me</span><span style="font-size: 18px;">-</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 18px;">Not fully, but </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: large;">Half. </span><span style="font-size: 18px;"> I put loving in quotes, because in order to love fully, you love with your all. </span><span style="font-size: 18px;"> I feel that sometimes I am guilty of serving not only with part of me, but often with the mentality of </span><span style="font-size: 18px;">"What will </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">I</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> get out of this." As Dwight Shrute would say, </span><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;">False</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #e69138;">.</span> We were commanded to love one another. Not to gain something in return, but to truly love others like </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">HE </span><span style="font-size: medium;">loves us. When we first understand and truly <span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>FEEL HIS LOVE </b></span>for us, individually we then in return can begin loving others, using that SAME love! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">So, my new goal, </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><b>loving with all 206 of me!</b></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-70591231309085948842014-03-11T21:30:00.001-06:002014-03-11T21:36:42.349-06:00Bear Bucks and BlessingsI was contemplating my life during church one Sunday, and this little gem of knowledge came popping in....At school when I see students making good choices, or doing good work I give them a<br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;"><b> Bear Buck</b></span>. Bear Bucks are used for when we have "store." Students get to use their money to buy items at the store.<br />
One thing that bothers me is when I offer a child a Bear Buck and they immediately say, "Do I get two?" Or students will be cleaning their center, and then proceed to ask if they get a Bear Buck because they were cleaning. They try to do good things <b><span style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">just</span></b> to earn that bear buck.<br />
I usually tell them, <b><span style="font-size: x-large;">"If you ask for one, you won't get it."</span></b><br />
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A thought came into my mind, "Kaija. <span style="font-size: x-large;">ENJOY THE BLESSINGS THAT I HAVE </span><span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"><b>ALREADY GIVEN YOU</b>."</span> Enjoy that Bear Buck. I am so grateful that the Lord doesn't tell me, "If you ask me for one (blessings) you won't get it." He blesses me with what He knows and sees fit. I needed this little reminder to realize the blessings He has given me. <br />
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Oh the many things I am taught in the classroom!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-59467175648938226552014-03-10T23:34:00.002-06:002014-03-10T23:35:27.682-06:00Feelin Lucky?!Check out my teacher blog: <a href="http://www.teach2blossom.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Teach 2 Blossom</span></a><br />
for<span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"> fun</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #38761d;">St. Patrick's Day</span> Activities!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-51361302599408393162014-02-16T22:45:00.001-07:002014-02-16T22:45:31.153-07:00<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Remember when <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Valentine's Day</span> was about picking the perfect Barbie or GI Joe Valentine card? Searching for the <span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;">best</span> candy, and having fun assembling it for your classmates and friends? Well, I just got approximately 40 of those sweet cards. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Remember when you would throw away the ones that came without candy? Well l loved every single card I got, including that one <one>without candy, because it demonstrates <b><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;">giving from the heart! </span></b> Kids pick out what they think is the BEST, for their friends.</one></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It wasn't until just now that I realize.<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"> I. love. Valentine's. Day. </span> I used to think this holiday was just for those who were happily in love. Well guess what, as Dwight Shrute says... FALSE.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have one day where we are reminded to do something we should already be doing. <span style="color: #990000;">Loving others</span>. <span style="color: #e06666;">Showing people that you care about them</span>. <span style="color: #a64d79;">Treating one another a bit more kindly.</span> It's a day for turning your <span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">heart</span> outward. </span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-348348984291096852012-09-15T09:34:00.001-06:002012-09-15T09:34:45.234-06:00Teachers Pay Teachers<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
Hi Friends! Remember how <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">I am a teacher.</span></span> Remember how I live in <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple;">Utah</span></span>? Remember how Chicago teachers are going on strike for more money, even though they get paid 4x more than I do? Remember? Well I decided to get with the program and begin making teacher things for <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">"Teachers Pay Teachers."</span></span> Those who are not teachers, this is a cool site where teachers sell their lesson plans etc, and receive 60% of their sales. So. Here are my first products.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Thanks SO much!</span> Take a little look. The Halloween one is FREE!</span><br />
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KaijaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-50320982731431976692012-02-26T22:01:00.006-07:002012-02-26T22:34:48.828-07:00a "SiNgLe" thoughtSometimes I wonder to myself...what is it with me, what the heck is wrong with me? Why does dating NOT happen in my life? Even a date here and there is inexistant. I seriously don't get it. My bff told me, maybe Heavenly Father was <font style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" size="5">saving</font> me from the pain and heartache dating can cause, and the guy I am supposed to marry, will waltz into my life when I least expect it! (enter...soon...please?)<br /><br />I have thought about this, and I am wondering if perhaps she is right. <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Maybe I am loved SO much, that He is protecting me, </span>for I AM His daughter. My trial THEN is, getting through this season of my life without feeling jealous, bitter, and all the other adjectives that occur!<br /> How do I keep my head up and my heart happy when I hear of engagements, marriages, babies? I am so behind in the game of life. Or am I?<br /><br />I must concentrate on being MY best self. I must work on<font size="4"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> who I WANT to become</span></font>. Whether I am single or married, I still must strive to BE my best. One thing I do love about being single, is being able to tRaVel. I am able to <font size="4"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">see the world through my own eyes</span></font>. I know that I am <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">embracing</span> this single life with all I can. I believe that I am meant to be single right now. I am at a point in my life where I can give so much of myself, I can strengthen relationships, and serve those around me. I must have so much more to learn and prepare myself for marriage. I am getting to know WHO in fact I really am, and making changes and bettering myself, for me...not for him, wherever he is! Its important to make changes for YOURSELF, not for others. (My bff also reminded me of this too!) Maybe I am ahead of the game, by <font size="5"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">recognizing who I am exactly</span></font>; my <font size="4"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">strengths</span>, <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">desires</span>, <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">weaknesses</span>, <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">loves</span>,</font> joys, etc. BEFORE I enter the M-World. Guess we'll just take this one day at a time. I am being <font size="5">refined</font>, and hopefully soon I can understand where my path leads!<br /> There. that is my "SINGLE" thought....see what I did there :) Maybe that's why Im not married because I say things like that! JK!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-4712045546842446562012-02-26T21:42:00.004-07:002012-02-26T21:55:47.111-07:00100's DayToday we celebrated<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> 100's Day.</span></span> This means we have been in school for 100 days! Wahoo! I think its more of a celebration for the teacher! Our REAL Hundred's Day was like two days after Valentine's Day and I WAS NOT letting that happen! Chaos!<br />Anyways, I allowed the children to <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >dress up like old people</span>. Only a few did, but OH.MY.HILARIOUS! We had<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> glasses</span>, <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> hats,</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">argyle sweaters</span>, <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">rolled up pants</span>,<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> suspenders</span></span> and for the girls, curly hair. Oh and one girl had on a "grandma-ish" dress... come to find out her GRANDMA GAVE it to her....you know, anythings goes! We <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">counted to 100</span>,<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> wrote to 100</span>, had<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> 100 treats</span></span>....marshmallows, chocolate chips, cheetos, pretzels, M&Ms, goldfish crackers, and other stuff I can't remember. I had them pick 10 of each food, making 100. They were in LOVE. Since I am not allowed to post pictures of them, here is their artwork of what they will look like in 100 years! They are dArLing! If you look carefully, some kids change ETHNICITIES when THEY grow old! I have only a few that are not caucasian...in real life, not according to their drawings :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7C_3T5sgU88Ti_BLIG5pvzOFIFL3SjQz9F-Jm2aluJvLp54RLBwAgN8nEkv4hOWoo6RdwiLHi3QOQuVHWzlFl2gNv88PQr4wEMUbYtG-Hoc6WlAzpQoNoZEEJToG0bq9Y2TG58W_9l0c/s1600/IMG_0671.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7C_3T5sgU88Ti_BLIG5pvzOFIFL3SjQz9F-Jm2aluJvLp54RLBwAgN8nEkv4hOWoo6RdwiLHi3QOQuVHWzlFl2gNv88PQr4wEMUbYtG-Hoc6WlAzpQoNoZEEJToG0bq9Y2TG58W_9l0c/s320/IMG_0671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713673879690463522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd8ubAk_9ExsRjS2pFgGrboTWohZ1UFnzS2u-6clACQaej-7NH0Q6Ri_0TyMl9KbMFjJn5yBjlKn1qCRLo0VI9bDvScnoZ-WimQX-0zLmtWrmxLvE1SR0KlsFvxIcBt2XPDYmDvTVwkMo/s1600/IMG_0672.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd8ubAk_9ExsRjS2pFgGrboTWohZ1UFnzS2u-6clACQaej-7NH0Q6Ri_0TyMl9KbMFjJn5yBjlKn1qCRLo0VI9bDvScnoZ-WimQX-0zLmtWrmxLvE1SR0KlsFvxIcBt2XPDYmDvTVwkMo/s320/IMG_0672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713673874669802130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJxIct_WjaW7DesuYNx-TucDnVhMv5ZhfTbEhHrsDCnl1N8JcJzVZCDm6n86QIuYSBoqG87Q9a1nywIUXPt0HZ_DGIbUrM-161UL2x4PgI1TKI-FuSk_NnZhCDcPVdGuEmsCOqdAIURo/s1600/IMG_0673.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJxIct_WjaW7DesuYNx-TucDnVhMv5ZhfTbEhHrsDCnl1N8JcJzVZCDm6n86QIuYSBoqG87Q9a1nywIUXPt0HZ_DGIbUrM-161UL2x4PgI1TKI-FuSk_NnZhCDcPVdGuEmsCOqdAIURo/s320/IMG_0673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713673867694705650" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-50578826476581871592011-12-24T22:31:00.014-07:002012-01-01T00:34:20.390-07:00tHe HigHs, the LoWs and the LeSsOns of 2011....(but mostly the highs!)Can you believe another year has past by us?<br />I have been blessed with many great opportunities. This year I have experienced<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> sorrows</span>,</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">heartaches</span>, <span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">laughter</span></span>, <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">memories</span></span>, <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">opportunities that have <span style="font-size:180%;">changed </span>my life</span>, I have felt the <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">refiner's fire</span> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">mold</span></span> me into what I am supposed to become, I have a greater testimony of becoming like our Savior, I have cried, rejoiced, loved and lived. 2011, Thanks for these lessons.<br /><br />Last New Year's Eve, I rang in the New Year at the Happiest Place on Earth....<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">DISNEYWORLD</span></span>! My friend Missi and I thought we were so cool that we were the LAST visitors to DW for the 2010 year, and the FIRST for the NEW year. Disneyworld puts on a New Year's Eve Firework show that is OFF.THE.HOOK!<br /><br />In January of 2011 I lost two special people that have influenced my life and taught me SO many lessons, because of just who they were. Uncle Steve passed away after battling cancer. He was the <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">epitome of showing Christlike love</span>, and always ALWAYS putting others before himself. In fact, I wish he was able to learn how to stand up for himself and his wants, but he always put others first. He would bring home some Homeless friend for the Christmas holiday, he would snow-blow his entire neighborhood's driveways in the winter, he never missed an opportunity to serve. As he was lying in his hospital bed, just a few weeks before he passed away, all he could eat was ice. He raved about how delicious this ice was, he had to swallow it a certain way, but what hit my heart, was his offering of this "amazing" ice to me. Still serving. Still trying to make others feel comfortable. Still Steve.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJx1MDGkiIBmzC2DS5zKYuz1fzf5osPHdcK7NQpwe5P_hW5cdLtyZ_wgrnMXeRoXFA_7QqZYMpcnCuxcPzTEuH5m8cP_ZGoztI_xiwpmit4i7xshMN1VHvfGFdcvi684uP9PBEmNw93Mw/s1600/072.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 118px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJx1MDGkiIBmzC2DS5zKYuz1fzf5osPHdcK7NQpwe5P_hW5cdLtyZ_wgrnMXeRoXFA_7QqZYMpcnCuxcPzTEuH5m8cP_ZGoztI_xiwpmit4i7xshMN1VHvfGFdcvi684uP9PBEmNw93Mw/s320/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692383983988559922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />My next little hero that passed away was Karson. He was my patient. I took care of him since he was 8 months old. He had a horrible disease called Spinal Muscular Atrophy. What a <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">ray of sunshine</span></span> this little guy was. Towards the last few months of his life he was too weak to laugh, and smile or hold onto your hand, but he endured his trials without complaining. He LOVED Woody, from Toy Story, he LOVED his family, shared a special bond with his older sister, and Loved to be touched and talked to. He would have been 3 years old in April of 2011. I am so grateful I got to be a small part of his life. He truly touched mine<br /><br />.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwv_skdbyfjmuLH5G6T6H7IRswffjsNLx2sCQg35lbqVI1qhDDMbWIZw822EQFb0YRo2tqA3tYTkbu5dahJ6Sjwn2hxPGieI-3j2wIfoKnfdq3OREbzLCTBdf3pLZydvXAzVbbTudN4X4/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 117px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwv_skdbyfjmuLH5G6T6H7IRswffjsNLx2sCQg35lbqVI1qhDDMbWIZw822EQFb0YRo2tqA3tYTkbu5dahJ6Sjwn2hxPGieI-3j2wIfoKnfdq3OREbzLCTBdf3pLZydvXAzVbbTudN4X4/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692378812280309826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXj-F9YCOaWK8JHjT2WJ0G4MbGC-3X6OADiRTnR72tnrsOYu59LrStADCX6aGAMmy7nHXvf-LFnpe5iEOYllRO6whQ0htNDh5Nsj_FYaH6TsSwps9N_hMMGB8SUZaleyAZ09hAjnac1CI/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 122px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXj-F9YCOaWK8JHjT2WJ0G4MbGC-3X6OADiRTnR72tnrsOYu59LrStADCX6aGAMmy7nHXvf-LFnpe5iEOYllRO6whQ0htNDh5Nsj_FYaH6TsSwps9N_hMMGB8SUZaleyAZ09hAjnac1CI/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692378804911989314" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJrlOYnsSNB7JcCyrszaq-5yYeoOZcZJfva-jDkiNDcO0sJMGKhv8Kail1ij40Ruq2OtbyF97SE2o-ruRSWXuODP13V_eWalOUZQNC6DC40UbJiPreF6V1FZly4__BepeeRcjMLP2q6g/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 118px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJrlOYnsSNB7JcCyrszaq-5yYeoOZcZJfva-jDkiNDcO0sJMGKhv8Kail1ij40Ruq2OtbyF97SE2o-ruRSWXuODP13V_eWalOUZQNC6DC40UbJiPreF6V1FZly4__BepeeRcjMLP2q6g/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692378820598668034" border="0" /></a><br />PS don't mind my hair in the middle picture....or my Weber shirt...<br /><br /><br />A<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">big accomplishment</span></span> </span>was Finishing my FIRST year teaching. I grew to love and adore those first graders! I absolutely LOVE it when they say hi to me now, and give me a hug. <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I kinda feel like Im on the red carpet when that happens!</span> I had some very difficult experiences that came with this first year. For a time, I thought, This is what hell actually feels like....I felt like I was trashed and cut into pieces. One <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">lesson</span></span> I learned, is that no matter who you are, or what point of life you are in now, being <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >kind</span> is ALWAYS the answer. No matter what. Even if people are cruel in return. I was being tested, I was going through the refiners fire, and man did it BURN. But I learned exactly who I was and what I stood for. (Yep who knew after all these years, the Young Women's Theme would appear.)<br />I wish I could show you my cute 1st grade class, but I don't have permission...SO here is a picture of their work!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhrVWMcROVYsJwQ6ctFiygu9BzxdIfz3pGUfAgYSBWJHp2MAECWEWIMvZa2xuxL7pmyDyT0xeQPrWt7eSRcRJRJ8STwsO8bZaIhOGGZagm20_D5ohtKqc2pQNgf2Z50Lad9H3sIMKrp8/s1600/155.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 118px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhrVWMcROVYsJwQ6ctFiygu9BzxdIfz3pGUfAgYSBWJHp2MAECWEWIMvZa2xuxL7pmyDyT0xeQPrWt7eSRcRJRJ8STwsO8bZaIhOGGZagm20_D5ohtKqc2pQNgf2Z50Lad9H3sIMKrp8/s320/155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692386601601196482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The thing about year around school, is once you're finished with one school year, TWO WEEKS later we start up again. An opportunity arose for me to teach in <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Kindergarten</span></span>. What a blessing it has been. To make it even better...this team LIKES ME! I have made some very good friends! Kindergartners keep me on my toes but oh they are so amazing and cute and love to learn!<br /><br /><br />This summer while river rafting with my singles ward/stake, at Jackson Hole, my raft tipped over and 7 out of the 11 fell out. I have never been more terrified in my life. I just kept praying. I was experiencing shock and really do not know how I made it back to the raft. It was SO scary. It didn't help that the water level was extremely high and moving faster than it normally does. Didn't help.<br /><br />This year I may have had the BEST BIRTHDAY EVER. on August 6th- my birthday, my wonderful parents and I drove to VEGAS to see........ the BLUES BROTHERS! JK! To see Mrs.<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">CELINE DION</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"> </span></span>herself. yep we were on the 3rd row. She SO smiled at me! (At least thats what I tell myself.) The people right behind us shouted out French words that got her attention and she winked and blew kisses to them...and they had a wheelchair...so next time I go, Im learning French and sitting in a wheelchair. I know most of you probably think Celine Dion is kinda lame, and shes's geared toward the fifty year old crowd....right you are! Im just so mature, that well, I fit in that crowd too! Haha. I misplaced the memory card that has the pictures of the concert...so this will have to do. My mom was having a fit while I quietly took pictures....she told me the guard was going to come over and escort me out...oh mother!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAS_byH6u5b8Usi0wo6O9NIl-rHH9i5B-BknLkw0Pav4d4h1S56hNYVAbsGwvjrWjMf8niXXGozzLDPxjo8hifcGt93IzZRPg7ornyszQuQVEc8-q98p4Vk2-TZ4rcHINWpLSJUEnTvfc/s1600/celine.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAS_byH6u5b8Usi0wo6O9NIl-rHH9i5B-BknLkw0Pav4d4h1S56hNYVAbsGwvjrWjMf8niXXGozzLDPxjo8hifcGt93IzZRPg7ornyszQuQVEc8-q98p4Vk2-TZ4rcHINWpLSJUEnTvfc/s320/celine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692398677721278466" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ok now probably the VERY <span style="font-size:180%;">BEST</span> THING that happened to me this year was.....sadly, no I didn't get married, but traveled to the beautiful country of <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">ITALIA</span></span>!!! My friend Michelle and I took the plunge and finally made it there! It was an incredible experience. I am so lucky I was able to go! We had such an <span style="font-weight: bold;">amazing</span> time! 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font-size: large;">DARLING</span> treats and <span style="font-size: large;">neighborhood</span> gifts to make...<br />
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Check it out..... I LOVE the <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">peppermint pops</span></span>, the<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: large;"> <span style="color: #0b5394;">snowman</span></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"> cookies,</span> the <span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">santa hat mix</span> and the <span style="background-color: white; color: #783f04; font-size: large;">Rudolph</span> truffles! SO <span style="font-size: large;">cute</span>! Who thinks of this stuff! Let me know which ones <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: orange;">YOU</span></b></span> make! </div>
Click <a href="http://stage-studio5.ksl.com/index.php?nid=71&sid=18491776" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">here</a> to see...<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-27613972873678906212011-12-11T19:36:00.001-07:002011-12-11T20:21:36.233-07:00the FoRgOttEn CaRoLs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>I experienced my first Forgotten Carols extravaganza yesterday. It was:</b><br />
<b>Spiritual....check,</b><br />
<b>cheesy.....check,</b><br />
<b>inspirational.....check.</b><br />
<b>I LOVED it! I have grown up listening to the songs, but finally understood why Connie Lou "cried when she took the tree down!" The words to <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">"I was not His Father, He was Mine"</span></span> reminds us of Joseph's perspective about raising the Christ child, and is relationship with our savior. I see Joseph as a </b><b style="color: #f1c232;"><span style="font-size: small;">humble</span></b><b>, </b><b><span style="color: blue;">meek</span>, </b><b><span style="color: magenta;">kind</span>, and </b><b><span style="color: lime;">wise</span> man.</b><br />
<b>Another song I love was, <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: orange;">"Let Him In."</span></span> How am I letting the Savior into MY life. How am I using HIS atonement for me. How am I allowing HIM to help me carry my burdens.</b><br />
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<b>The song that also touched my heart was <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #073763;">Handel's Dream</span></span>. This young boy wanted to sing in the choir that was going to sing at Christ's birth. He tried out and sang with his heart, but was not chosen to sing. </b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">"You have so much to give, and your time will come. Your time will come."</span></span></b><br />
<b>"Ohh... then I can't sing with the choir?" I wanted him to change his mind, but he just shook his head.</b><br />
<b>"You have a different voice," he said, "but it will be heard. Centuries
from now, it will be heard. More orchestras and choirs than you can
possibly imagine will be giving the music of your heart a voice that
will echo through time."</b><br />
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<b>When the chorus master says, <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: purple;">"You have a different voice, but you will be heard,"</span></span> it made me remember that the Lord has a plan just for me.</b><br />
<b>So when I watch all my friends send out their darling Christmas cards and see their cute families, instead of feeling sad because I don't have that, I should remember that everyone's life plan is different. Even though it seems like all my friends are following the same plan...married with kids, we are all different. We are all unique. We are all different tools used in His hands. This song was a gentle reminder of this.</b><br />
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<b>As you can tell, I took a lot home with me from this production! Way to go Michael McLean. What a talented guy!</b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-75336387438038599022011-11-24T19:14:00.001-07:002011-11-24T20:02:48.074-07:00From my hEaRt<div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<b>Today it is <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: orange;">Thanksgiving</span></span>. A day specifically held for <span style="color: #6aa84f;">acknowledging our many blessings</span>. I know we give thanks throughout the year to our Heavenly Father, and our loved ones, for the many many things they do for us, but I am grateful to have this day to do so. I have 3 major blessings I want to share....</b></div>
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<b>I am an incredibly blessed person. I always feel a little more blessed than others because of my <span style="color: #674ea7;">adoption</span> from India. I was born in one of the poorest, most poverty-driven cities in the world. Calcutta. I was born in a place where they placed babies in shoe boxes, to die, so they could be reincarnated. They don't know any better. They think, by allowing their preemie babies to die, they can come back and live a better life. I <span style="color: magenta;">survived</span> my "shoe box experience" and was placed in an orphanage that cared for its babies like we were their very own. The care I received was incredible. A moment in my life I will never ever forget, and one that connected my heart to my "Home" was going back to that orphanage. I got to hold babies and love them. I got to meet the social worker that picked me up from the birthing place seventeen years ago. Not a coincindence. It was amazing. (I joked that my story could be on the Oprah show!) Going back, was a <span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;">life changing experience</span><span style="color: #93c47d;">. </span></b></div>
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<b>Reason number 2 why my <span style="color: #cc0000;">heart swells with gratitude</span> is because, I am thankful for a <span style="color: #f1c232;"><span style="color: #38761d;">courageous</span>, <span style="color: #a64d79;">strong</span>, caring, <span style="color: #45818e;">selfless</span></span> <span style="font-size: large;">mother</span> who was willing to adopt a baby girl. She was single. What strength and love she possesses. She has given me the world. She has cared for me, loved me, protected me, and continues to love me over and over again. </b><b style="color: #a64d79;">She is my life</b><b>. Without her, I would not be WHERE I am today, and WHO I am today....</b></div>
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<b>My third blessing, is that I have the gospel. I am a member of the <a href="http://www.mormon.org/" target="_blank">Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints</a>. This gospel is my </b><b>solid foundation. It is making me who I am. It is molding me into who I am meant to become. It is what makes me <span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;">happy</span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">. </span></span></b></div>
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<b>I am grateful for these major blessings in my life. I am grateful for everything thing that I have. I am learning to acknowledge and see the little blessings in my life too.</b></div>
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<b>Every year around the holidays, my heart aches. I long to be with my eternal companion. I hate being alone. I always pray silently, that "next year, there will be another place setting at the table." Yet, here I am....still single. I am l<u>earning to love the moment in life I am in right NOW. </u> ...I have been able to do many amazing things...for example, I just got to travel to Italy...a dream of mine that<span style="font-size: large;"> I </span>made come true!</b></div>
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<b>I am learning to recognize the blessings I enjoy because of my single state! I read this quote on none other than pinterest....it says, </b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">"We must be willing to let got of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us." </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">(Joseph Campbell)</span></b></div>
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<b>I have learned, and am STILL learning, that what I think my future holds, is nothing compared to what HE has in store for me. He too wants me to be happy. And the only way I can be, is to turn toward HIM. </b></div>
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<b>So there it is. The top 3 blessings that I am grateful for! </b></div>
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<b>Just so you know, blessing number 4 is a toss up between mashed potatoes and gravy, and ice cream :)</b></div>
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<b>Hope you had a wonderful thanksgiving and remembered your blessings too!</b></div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-31514928837980335932011-07-12T17:35:00.007-06:002011-07-12T18:11:46.924-06:00daTinG & jaM...go hand n hand<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFvKvADkgY9ZSNxe-8QsYlOljrSThMDHjv9IWbqglnTPy_W8Wul-Q8JeluQw8ufGGhnoRbvZKm1xQ3trwjWnfgM43zmz9UP2aMhbMq_okq_TUY7zFKFjRjjL33AYsn_ExByVq0MKgUepg/s1600/Unknown.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 82px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFvKvADkgY9ZSNxe-8QsYlOljrSThMDHjv9IWbqglnTPy_W8Wul-Q8JeluQw8ufGGhnoRbvZKm1xQ3trwjWnfgM43zmz9UP2aMhbMq_okq_TUY7zFKFjRjjL33AYsn_ExByVq0MKgUepg/s400/Unknown.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628617530535580082" /></a><br />Ok. So I heard this scenario the other day between <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">dating</span></span> and selecting <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">jam</span></span>. Ready? If stores sold <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">one</span> flavor of jam, they wouldn't get much business. If they <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><b>added a few more flavors</b></span>, like 3, their business sales would skyrocket way up.<div>Lets say, they added 20 more flavors of jam. What happens you ask? Do the sales go up even higher? <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">NO</span></b>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;"><b>Having TOO many kinds of jam makes people flustered, indecisive and they leave the aisle not choosing ANY flavor.</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> So it is in dating</span></span></b>. The reason I am not married folks is because I live in a far too populated state with <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">way too many</span></b> gorgeous, amazing women, making it hard for guys to PICK JAM. They get flustered, they're confused and scared, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">because they can't <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">COMMIT</span> to one</span>. </div><div><br /></div><div>If I lived in lets say, Nigeria, and a striking young fellow who had identical religious views and ideas that I held, met me...<b>BAM</b>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">Married</span></span>. Because their would only be like TWO flavors available. Hello! Pick ME...the strawberry jam<img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 94px; height: 94px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6muoSmkc_aoyVUzTwj1m0OGB4_ATNQh2XWAyEak9HxNxUSAsuxcNcUKPiJ_oCOwVQXibic5C2ZHYxWMXAFKbghT4P2r-mVE1q2Jsq1g9Mz3-3RDOh-QAHck76b6h5CJW8xa8yLgN3p4/s400/Unknown-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628620637016465794" />...(thats the flavor I see myself being. Not some weird papaya-berry combo.) Just give me a taste, I mean chance! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">JK!</span> </div><div>I thought this was a great representation about how dating goes on today. We're not living in the 1940's. Dating is not easy. And dear grandma, yes, me "giving a little wink" to some guy, will for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;"><b>sure</b></span></span> get me noticed....but not in the positive way you would like it to go!</div><div> That, my friends is why dating is quite the sticky situation. (See what I did there!)</div><div>PS Thanks Jonny for this great scenario!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-24716837756255126342011-05-01T18:20:00.008-06:002011-05-04T22:51:45.692-06:00Never look "Ungainly" or large.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRZMhc17QUI1-kkkFphqiM8wDnc_fn3hxbwPtJxCKV8QFyXvYyScda2zpfbNi41oacuOR-JubChG23_7s0wZD3zddHKaqEeEOivl1jv4Yoyf6CzvEWvrD4CilJjcUhHla05xQC-ZFcE7Y/s1600/42-20041123%255B1%255D.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601923794069422626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRZMhc17QUI1-kkkFphqiM8wDnc_fn3hxbwPtJxCKV8QFyXvYyScda2zpfbNi41oacuOR-JubChG23_7s0wZD3zddHKaqEeEOivl1jv4Yoyf6CzvEWvrD4CilJjcUhHla05xQC-ZFcE7Y/s200/42-20041123%255B1%255D.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> My grandma was cleaning out her closet and found.......<br /><br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">FOR THE STRENGTH OF YOUTH from<span style="color:#ff9900;"> 1967</span>. </span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">For those that don't know, "For the Strength of Youth" are guidelines for L.D.S. youth, and really everyone, by the LDS First Presidency to live up to the standards of the church.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Here are my most favorites! This is chalked full of good ones!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">A <strong>"real lady"</strong> does not got out in public, to the market, or to shops with her hair in curlers.</span><br /><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Clothes should be comfortable and attractive without calling attention to one's body. Strapless dresses and spaghetti straps are not acceptable either on sun dresses or evening dresses. Few girls or women ever look well in backless or strapless dresses. <strong>Such styles often make the figure look ungainly and large, or they show the bony structures of the body." (HAHA, LOVE it!)</strong></span></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Pants for young women are <em><strong>not</strong></em> desirable attire for shopping, at school, in the library in cafeteria's or restaurants.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;">Not only should clothes be clean, but nails, skin, and hair should have <strong>the glow of health</strong> <strong>that bespeaks meticulous care in grooming</strong>. Personal cleanliness of body and cleanliness of one's clothing <strong>builds morale and a good name</strong>." .....did we have a problem with cleanliness in the 60's?)</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">"When driving around in cars, working in the yard, or elsewhere, young men should wear appropriate <strong>trousers</strong> and shirts."</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">"It is not appropriate for young men to wear extremely <strong>tight fitting pants</strong>....." (wish this one would hold true for today....guys in skinny jeans...nah uh)</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Acceptable Dancing:<br /><span style="color:#993399;">The following should be observed:</span></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#993399;">GOOD POSTURE</span><br /></span><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:130%;">DANCE POSITIONS- young people should avoid crouching, slumping over, </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>trying to<br />do a backbend</strong> or having too close body contact.</span></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:130%;">BODY MOVEMENTS-Members of the church should be good dancers and not</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><br />contortionists-</strong> no hip and shoulder shaking or body jerking</span></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">TYPE OF MUSIC- Those who are called to serve on the dance committee should review<br />the music. This decision should never be left to a disc jockey or others,<br />who may not be familiar with LDS standards. </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Propriety in all things....</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Young people should know how to conduct themselves like young ladies and gentlemen under any and all circumstances, such as while traveling, <strong>sightseeing</strong>, using public restrooms, eating in restaurants, staying in hotels and motels....( you never know what can happen when you're not careful while sightseeing)</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">They should express appreciation for all services wherever and whenever the received. <strong>It is not polite to run in and out of motel rooms late at night</strong>, making a disturbance which keeps other guests awake. It is POOR TASTE to display in public affection for a girlfriend or boyfriend." </span><br /><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Well there ya have it, a little moment back in time. </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">As for the dating standards, they seem to be about the same as today's standards....except maybe, in today's Strength of Youth, it should be added that , "Young men, it is OK to date women of the opposite sex. In fact it is STRONGLY encouraged and President Monson is cutting you NO slack. Get with it! </span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-14544475060520028462011-04-21T21:52:00.006-06:002011-04-21T22:16:58.308-06:00Bulletin Board and Easter DecorSo I haven't blogged in forever. I know the three of you who read this are wondering what happened to me! JK! School has been crazy busy, but since im on SPRING BREAK, I can finally set aside time to blog!<br /><br /><br /><br />I HAD to show off my bulletin board! We learned about <strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">fractions</span></strong>....guess what came to mind...<span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">PIZZA</span>! Each table was asssigned a certain "combination." Don't you love it!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh0VnFc1wbUpo0rrRqOht4f79nozoMl65eGGCKSvOImaU8GD6ttxxe4ZMq6OkTPPAEHJimnpoLngwjk2d_sThhEiaTmJTI9lNKaGdWNry_rzHmiGUXnW-nNcghzi3_P9ibgFM-FagtxlA/s1600/046.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598251848193317810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh0VnFc1wbUpo0rrRqOht4f79nozoMl65eGGCKSvOImaU8GD6ttxxe4ZMq6OkTPPAEHJimnpoLngwjk2d_sThhEiaTmJTI9lNKaGdWNry_rzHmiGUXnW-nNcghzi3_P9ibgFM-FagtxlA/s320/046.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYlLtoz1xKH4EFe2DFbtYM_ns7LiPp03WuSZFGwVZ12u2jOPPMUkMhK8xNISZLtYXkkCcqBd6PYwnFC6dDKcsAqy1hgzpOyGIrPWoKmzlBHzwEGoRjeZ548vIjLpVgDTLVypot1nL0D8o/s1600/045.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598251845758245314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYlLtoz1xKH4EFe2DFbtYM_ns7LiPp03WuSZFGwVZ12u2jOPPMUkMhK8xNISZLtYXkkCcqBd6PYwnFC6dDKcsAqy1hgzpOyGIrPWoKmzlBHzwEGoRjeZ548vIjLpVgDTLVypot1nL0D8o/s320/045.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcVpTuabqgHBtWbuC-22hHKelETkduugq6-lznzHKhgG9C6tG42IredjpGsOx5txS4SFlslSHzepNq7n-ZY1DNsnGE-3oGy80a45w9SpJgFBmR_NZuM8Dh3GPot6uIEf_77jcaAvoB7bI/s1600/047.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598251839805193218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcVpTuabqgHBtWbuC-22hHKelETkduugq6-lznzHKhgG9C6tG42IredjpGsOx5txS4SFlslSHzepNq7n-ZY1DNsnGE-3oGy80a45w9SpJgFBmR_NZuM8Dh3GPot6uIEf_77jcaAvoB7bI/s320/047.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMXSNORUCZ1F0zBFaruvAJ9iILT5-bJLmTr8nxdMFBIok59GonXNO62RC2UtL391eNgw2Y-fZp08pZmpMaTo5f6qGnf9FsqPWxFP5NOqWWmGQF7DX8ewt_jBiHEyl8otZ4PJKTl2zp72A/s1600/048.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598251838204848418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMXSNORUCZ1F0zBFaruvAJ9iILT5-bJLmTr8nxdMFBIok59GonXNO62RC2UtL391eNgw2Y-fZp08pZmpMaTo5f6qGnf9FsqPWxFP5NOqWWmGQF7DX8ewt_jBiHEyl8otZ4PJKTl2zp72A/s320/048.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Check out this cute little thing I bought....Wish I could say I made it, but not so. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeOl1l5dnDiltiEyqpCK90vXA2gsrHlpc2-d3kwhDX_d_n6p0xPtGWkU-Ndvk5C9SfIFUgFAxdui9J4rf-4INE8kacRkzLmBYo3VgZ56PD1sS7VwWEkqSp85lVU4WCOSfSBHV4YN0fJOw/s1600/050.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598252785486814866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeOl1l5dnDiltiEyqpCK90vXA2gsrHlpc2-d3kwhDX_d_n6p0xPtGWkU-Ndvk5C9SfIFUgFAxdui9J4rf-4INE8kacRkzLmBYo3VgZ56PD1sS7VwWEkqSp85lVU4WCOSfSBHV4YN0fJOw/s320/050.JPG" /></a> However, check out my "seasonal jar"- was filled with Christmas balls, but then switched them to <span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>eggs</strong></span> for <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">e<span style="color:#ff6666;">A</span>s<span style="color:#33cc00;">T</span>eR</span>. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrVS-5TIwQwObRWvgMuDi26iX109qEHnprqTy03pTLkErfZg1dPxYt40R6060ny1UwonVQfY8WMTYrbuPhgzgiaIbBIBfEnDR0qmi6zjmtdoAeXTnLuqqDbYEZ1hZ-lbQg0uw1XlQK0TM/s1600/049.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598254383473523858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrVS-5TIwQwObRWvgMuDi26iX109qEHnprqTy03pTLkErfZg1dPxYt40R6060ny1UwonVQfY8WMTYrbuPhgzgiaIbBIBfEnDR0qmi6zjmtdoAeXTnLuqqDbYEZ1hZ-lbQg0uw1XlQK0TM/s320/049.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ4qKC70AarkZUVcDEXReIMmqlIOghYebxl0cdL8F7dfTWm7hNcdARuY-dV59JOTe1X6ffWzrViP6Eg793YA5zBc_tidhAGDLfG67HwlF33g2CJJq8feHVwo5L8Sw9otHnJ5f1_WmJO14/s1600/051.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598254380715955602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ4qKC70AarkZUVcDEXReIMmqlIOghYebxl0cdL8F7dfTWm7hNcdARuY-dV59JOTe1X6ffWzrViP6Eg793YA5zBc_tidhAGDLfG67HwlF33g2CJJq8feHVwo5L8Sw9otHnJ5f1_WmJO14/s320/051.JPG" /></a>Also I copied this idea from the Wood Connection. It's wooden eggs with scrapbook paper glued on. They have all kinds of woodsy products to make cute things with!<br />Check it out <a href="http://www.thewoodconnection.com/">here</a><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-63414305833916964532011-02-13T17:22:00.021-07:002011-02-13T23:42:58.358-07:00I LOVE...Since <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Va<span style="color:#ff6666;">L</span>en<span style="color:#ff6666;">T</span>in<span style="color:#ff6666;">E</span>s</strong></span> day is all about <span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">LOVE</span> </strong></span>Let me share some of the things I <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">LOVE....</span></strong><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6jSi9lEHVRdAcdyY3g0PvGQkcX5MOJv7fTcel26TOW0tAymoQ0761OChdzbRwy0ojMckiAY7ZhKGRnAOB5s8KkVkdA82pwUQjxWVWwn8jLBRJacTiG24MFnXtAMXrGCs21u6g4rLYscY/s1600/ice-cream%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 61px; HEIGHT: 82px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573395972237877762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6jSi9lEHVRdAcdyY3g0PvGQkcX5MOJv7fTcel26TOW0tAymoQ0761OChdzbRwy0ojMckiAY7ZhKGRnAOB5s8KkVkdA82pwUQjxWVWwn8jLBRJacTiG24MFnXtAMXrGCs21u6g4rLYscY/s320/ice-cream%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a>I <span style="color:#cc0000;">LOVE</span> ice cream. I <span style="color:#990000;">LOVE</span> shoes. I <span style="color:#cc0000;">LOVE</span> bubble baths. I <span style="color:#ff6666;">LOVE</span> babies. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQGwBiPKWwRnKSnLkC-t6_FH48HrRhULzbBKktrBy19Nm-CTXXhDxa__znVb0Z7kSHNsn4Qmzdg0M8mAFodGdxrx2aV75xBzxq8UNfKENE9gQcr7zeyohhFgQzZ_-iGZoRYPTqbr_K-S4/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 172px; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573430622829370770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQGwBiPKWwRnKSnLkC-t6_FH48HrRhULzbBKktrBy19Nm-CTXXhDxa__znVb0Z7kSHNsn4Qmzdg0M8mAFodGdxrx2aV75xBzxq8UNfKENE9gQcr7zeyohhFgQzZ_-iGZoRYPTqbr_K-S4/s320/018.JPG" /></a>I <span style="color:#ff0000;">LOVE</span> scrapbooking. I <span style="color:#cc0000;">LOVE</span> traveling.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Ed1OUmqEEPnEVd-8ugc5EPiVycV-JP5Z50klDH9KyNAT2PZQeuBs65OxX1HdS2tNqD6ly338_kpviiP3hyo5eb0OPyuUr6SPc-CJUVXoICt7Eu-1FziJhFfspE9s68sScg8gTTK_ojA/s1600/044.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573429637819646978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Ed1OUmqEEPnEVd-8ugc5EPiVycV-JP5Z50klDH9KyNAT2PZQeuBs65OxX1HdS2tNqD6ly338_kpviiP3hyo5eb0OPyuUr6SPc-CJUVXoICt7Eu-1FziJhFfspE9s68sScg8gTTK_ojA/s320/044.JPG" /></a>I <span style="color:#ff6666;">LOVE</span> my family. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGqY57NdplOxtvGaGP67dg0f-FRi_NNKzF1RCnfAmvt_kW_qSYPu32UDp3Wn64FgYpJQxz-jOjCcFoZPcWkmWhYHIW21MEqF68fzhlJFTBUxYddKCPwOWp-qOCxsU-QD5HDXDEqswac4k/s1600/IMG_0636.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573417129287415378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGqY57NdplOxtvGaGP67dg0f-FRi_NNKzF1RCnfAmvt_kW_qSYPu32UDp3Wn64FgYpJQxz-jOjCcFoZPcWkmWhYHIW21MEqF68fzhlJFTBUxYddKCPwOWp-qOCxsU-QD5HDXDEqswac4k/s320/IMG_0636.JPG" /></a>I <span style="color:#cc0000;">LOVE</span> watching movies. I <span style="color:#ff0000;">LOVE</span> being creative. I <span style="color:#ff6666;">LOVE</span> painted toenails<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS_1QwwsqGcgCvh8s8pDax2kaKLMzKoXamELocDX1lO36hlzep9pzmbuMAvjG6LCDYU5Z7RjSukPHyGWJ-4IDQbTC8iJdrJxoVPGgj59LjyJcq5kf3xu7E42yufYGs14Uu9OzuVXjUIVs/s1600/painted-toenails%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 57px; HEIGHT: 84px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573399304942232482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS_1QwwsqGcgCvh8s8pDax2kaKLMzKoXamELocDX1lO36hlzep9pzmbuMAvjG6LCDYU5Z7RjSukPHyGWJ-4IDQbTC8iJdrJxoVPGgj59LjyJcq5kf3xu7E42yufYGs14Uu9OzuVXjUIVs/s320/painted-toenails%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a>. I <span style="color:#cc0000;">LOVE</span> a good book. I <span style="color:#ff6666;">LOVE</span> laughing so hard it <span style="color:#000000;">hurts</span>. I <span style="color:#990000;">LOVE</span> inside jokes. I <span style="color:#ff0000;">LOVE</span> lifelong friends<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kC3_eC6NAzGySw9abe7G1bx9S6V7Z3buoSg7pUZVXRUoEt_BcpGh42bdpf56kzBuPGbJ7b-PlIWZd3smEPJ2B8rfb2R66GPVX2DjfNW_waodBUu7RT85GS9XuMTHv7HphqzamyR2jBY/s1600/Faith+Fans.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 166px; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573416464328070722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kC3_eC6NAzGySw9abe7G1bx9S6V7Z3buoSg7pUZVXRUoEt_BcpGh42bdpf56kzBuPGbJ7b-PlIWZd3smEPJ2B8rfb2R66GPVX2DjfNW_waodBUu7RT85GS9XuMTHv7HphqzamyR2jBY/s320/Faith+Fans.jpg" /></a>.<img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573414574163703458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwFB1zpbAObcSZ64J0x0E7ImpmBiGSjbLiA7SueZaSR1JPx0XPIpKvE-4VfBMv_CJTpEU6PcXMNTNa-JOu52oZ6VP-NJvJVuI8c5FSJ9CZy8pNnbZrP5AmLJ2IJxzo1wlGxlHXcsO0k8/s320/IMG_1588%3Ca%20href=" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWOXX6ohMHF6LcA-KU_xJ3LrhEoI9zQWVl5SIgiOc2rpXM-Pehpvu8LPKuD0NAygnL3vOCioPE1JUPr71EB3rDwvlKtp1HiHi2AdgBClIdQfMhFFiiPg3420JgBAgyrLUVpRmz-VH2-3o/s1600/043.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 172px; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573412615228108770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWOXX6ohMHF6LcA-KU_xJ3LrhEoI9zQWVl5SIgiOc2rpXM-Pehpvu8LPKuD0NAygnL3vOCioPE1JUPr71EB3rDwvlKtp1HiHi2AdgBClIdQfMhFFiiPg3420JgBAgyrLUVpRmz-VH2-3o/s320/043.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-n1_U09bCMwmCCLyX42T4pVjOa9ZEwN62Osnk6iYfwnnzt6fKtXqGHsWCfJlJT1dZu1d6LOq8FMUZiZxi7d3KWAIZ1pAASPulDARmgliWkokumZ-acrUONdA1LD06HU9MdP9Qz4mktEk/s1600/My+day.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573423382216464034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-n1_U09bCMwmCCLyX42T4pVjOa9ZEwN62Osnk6iYfwnnzt6fKtXqGHsWCfJlJT1dZu1d6LOq8FMUZiZxi7d3KWAIZ1pAASPulDARmgliWkokumZ-acrUONdA1LD06HU9MdP9Qz4mktEk/s320/My+day.JPG" /></a></div><div>I <span style="color:#ff0000;">LOVE</span> shopping. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjExSVWW_u2PJWhYHKocJR7tQ3IxMRLiAGMFtLwkCECR2eQpUTqphjXMrKScwF92zNGGhfnB0e0g7WvKFumaiE_BJD-szHW245VhCZle4HUf8YXV8BtItx4QzHqopLwNUb8Tq1tWAXCT1s/s1600/095.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573400087977906978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjExSVWW_u2PJWhYHKocJR7tQ3IxMRLiAGMFtLwkCECR2eQpUTqphjXMrKScwF92zNGGhfnB0e0g7WvKFumaiE_BJD-szHW245VhCZle4HUf8YXV8BtItx4QzHqopLwNUb8Tq1tWAXCT1s/s320/095.JPG" /></a>I <span style="color:#cc0000;">LOVE</span> sunsets. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1PUM0fXzJwRQeArWSjFsdlpd8SoU-Bp4zl6308vZrNvuDqMrm4k9L_03gLLtGsYg4SdfUO8lxmb1hem66VvKms69cRGggWXhhVaq8HWdCNhtmJk-hJotQ3G-gkt29o3d4b0p28_KNSXk/s1600/IMG_3695.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 166px; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573402122324059298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1PUM0fXzJwRQeArWSjFsdlpd8SoU-Bp4zl6308vZrNvuDqMrm4k9L_03gLLtGsYg4SdfUO8lxmb1hem66VvKms69cRGggWXhhVaq8HWdCNhtmJk-hJotQ3G-gkt29o3d4b0p28_KNSXk/s320/IMG_3695.JPG" /></a> I <span style="color:#ff0000;">LOVE</span> the beach. </div><div>I <span style="color:#cc0000;">LOVE</span> my Indian culture.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7hIpDUPey8yBcGAQ2IKVpotGJqVGL_VOwgmtg5Vx1y1Y0t8d8RfrOe0qpC3Oa_MgNQqZaB3JkT7sWRnjIihw4lv_bBQh7sGWNitpYk6prWk-XaxFtmR8GGdw9Urxb5Tg8Dp_AFbxo78k/s1600/IMG.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 149px; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573405209447742274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7hIpDUPey8yBcGAQ2IKVpotGJqVGL_VOwgmtg5Vx1y1Y0t8d8RfrOe0qpC3Oa_MgNQqZaB3JkT7sWRnjIihw4lv_bBQh7sGWNitpYk6prWk-XaxFtmR8GGdw9Urxb5Tg8Dp_AFbxo78k/s320/IMG.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhczIdDLymT3akT-C_3dq9kGzvL4PJotDbaA1srtQaGM4Cq_aCvM_nQFjrDvWJf-6Yg1fjCdfGmHpQcqLtWAFXId6J2zc9i9anMI0BG71lqcJ4_P-jSdwkBtzvYB7nROydy9qeR96I5dcQ/s1600/IMG_0004.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573405214628317234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhczIdDLymT3akT-C_3dq9kGzvL4PJotDbaA1srtQaGM4Cq_aCvM_nQFjrDvWJf-6Yg1fjCdfGmHpQcqLtWAFXId6J2zc9i9anMI0BG71lqcJ4_P-jSdwkBtzvYB7nROydy9qeR96I5dcQ/s320/IMG_0004.jpg" /></a> I <span style="color:#ff6666;">LOVE</span> my religious beliefs.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV51M2wReGRNhhMw_CswpMm8reo7vD4iZv9jkgtOPxUnCpmos55iF9uz70LQbo3dSrvDIioRyaT-t6JgmRNy84hj4K4KqyNy_dcXxOneWHiypP19u_R3iLs3GCqyCtTXtE4Fcgu_Zld0I/s1600/Book+of+Mormon%255B1%255D.gif"><img style="WIDTH: 101px; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573424670137603314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV51M2wReGRNhhMw_CswpMm8reo7vD4iZv9jkgtOPxUnCpmos55iF9uz70LQbo3dSrvDIioRyaT-t6JgmRNy84hj4K4KqyNy_dcXxOneWHiypP19u_R3iLs3GCqyCtTXtE4Fcgu_Zld0I/s320/Book+of+Mormon%255B1%255D.gif" /></a> I <span style="color:#cc0000;">LOVE</span> naps. I <span style="color:#ff6666;">LOVE</span> taking pictures. I <span style="color:#cc0000;">LOVE</span> a clean car. I <span style="color:#cc0000;">LOVE </span><span style="color:#000000;">mashed potatoes. I <span style="color:#cc0000;">LOVE</span> Gerber daisies. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgszZjz4JK1pIMV0LADRC8BCt7YUzxC0V_fCKHK6VSLOa3fDQIx7FepkHUEGHs8AyxNg2TuldJ2E9_xAsv1UsnxyaMk-cNPjlEVzHlo6t4gTrOGx8ydBs5_iNS1E_5fhKpBdcRbfIX10ec/s1600/224.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 154px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573411669196171234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgszZjz4JK1pIMV0LADRC8BCt7YUzxC0V_fCKHK6VSLOa3fDQIx7FepkHUEGHs8AyxNg2TuldJ2E9_xAsv1UsnxyaMk-cNPjlEVzHlo6t4gTrOGx8ydBs5_iNS1E_5fhKpBdcRbfIX10ec/s320/224.JPG" /></a></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div>*Oh ya...special thanks to Google for the ice cream, painted toe nails, and BofM images! The rest are totally mine!</div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">wHat dO yOu lOvE? </span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">you can say this post, if you want! JK!!</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-16539635261527004532011-02-13T16:56:00.004-07:002011-02-13T17:15:49.137-07:00vALenTiNeS dEcoRCheck out these fun <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>VALENTINES</strong></span> crafts I made! <div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikKmgENY0LSc_LMBcI4fxJGlFRxHzvK6HLBV3fPyiiGc_RDNxI7U5ulXA7466TdebWEQ1p9MKg5DlQYUySJfpqAZO442xcly0UI2K1wv1IIUQPjMJMMLoH-xbBUPhJl9s0Mm_lprSG0iI/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573329999893823010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikKmgENY0LSc_LMBcI4fxJGlFRxHzvK6HLBV3fPyiiGc_RDNxI7U5ulXA7466TdebWEQ1p9MKg5DlQYUySJfpqAZO442xcly0UI2K1wv1IIUQPjMJMMLoH-xbBUPhJl9s0Mm_lprSG0iI/s320/007.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpXJgeT8amTc62NBZ1a2QgRWEm5YbV2GFtHGWtzdeBpjmAIof6RKRSuiVLNJRrjAG8RzK_ZKBH7LLXAEMzPs1yXNCW2CddUtBne1nU7OPSRw6DHZYOVg8x11vUq7wwSj5zLOio31nPlM/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573328025025651426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpXJgeT8amTc62NBZ1a2QgRWEm5YbV2GFtHGWtzdeBpjmAIof6RKRSuiVLNJRrjAG8RzK_ZKBH7LLXAEMzPs1yXNCW2CddUtBne1nU7OPSRw6DHZYOVg8x11vUq7wwSj5zLOio31nPlM/s320/008.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VFN4SJ9u2Sf_9Of0QxcL4f1bHdVJRgmz6TzxYXpUQd_BI9jQd8NeQSkx2_d1zL8ntFR9w7lbr7rO7K2CCaJ-mZaI5-peGBqy6cvftTkT66HSLGG8k9mnoT8GrTv3vcwH4EX5kgOFcgI/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573328025874581058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VFN4SJ9u2Sf_9Of0QxcL4f1bHdVJRgmz6TzxYXpUQd_BI9jQd8NeQSkx2_d1zL8ntFR9w7lbr7rO7K2CCaJ-mZaI5-peGBqy6cvftTkT66HSLGG8k9mnoT8GrTv3vcwH4EX5kgOFcgI/s320/005.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe_zokqH5aVO9d8vHik1hubCO6LPa1A6PkvTPxUvylArAk1HUU6xUO7rmDcvfF8DVGazdJ03LZBy9OpZGI_NNTMZJNqX8FBj5AGI9Z3wqMpET0wg40LI6yT-wiOgIdAkr96s4PoSEQtAo/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573328017742779314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe_zokqH5aVO9d8vHik1hubCO6LPa1A6PkvTPxUvylArAk1HUU6xUO7rmDcvfF8DVGazdJ03LZBy9OpZGI_NNTMZJNqX8FBj5AGI9Z3wqMpET0wg40LI6yT-wiOgIdAkr96s4PoSEQtAo/s320/006.JPG" /></a></div><div>This "Life is Sweet" is the same one I had for Halloween-forgot to do one for Christmas, but its kinda fun to switch it for each holiday!<br /><br /></div><div>Look what my mom made! She found the idea at her hair salon. They wanted $25 for it. She made her own...and gave it to me! Now <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">THAT's</span></strong> LOVE!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyIxN4qkstwmHuri0BFM5FPgCRiaNnlaw-6MQUAiuyaVGxsuIh-PSEya8_invw5I8JhhLlG6Zt7fWf3PsQd5yK_WjbGZIcx-kE9BQEdeDF-XNYCkRugcFIYQZPJeXFMhNzLUmAJS0d-EY/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573329581268058242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyIxN4qkstwmHuri0BFM5FPgCRiaNnlaw-6MQUAiuyaVGxsuIh-PSEya8_invw5I8JhhLlG6Zt7fWf3PsQd5yK_WjbGZIcx-kE9BQEdeDF-XNYCkRugcFIYQZPJeXFMhNzLUmAJS0d-EY/s320/003.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD75oPZhNL_Q9ivflegT7wgS6oxNd4jCRdoGfUTfpJLJpK0bPe6y0vCF7Y-Vy5vpl2yhkC2L6ulNO-_WmKIDai9J3urNVuLIiGFe4ykCLKZRfGgqhlmVRqTxifFI001-qpLvq_5UpbWLA/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573329576392134722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD75oPZhNL_Q9ivflegT7wgS6oxNd4jCRdoGfUTfpJLJpK0bPe6y0vCF7Y-Vy5vpl2yhkC2L6ulNO-_WmKIDai9J3urNVuLIiGFe4ykCLKZRfGgqhlmVRqTxifFI001-qpLvq_5UpbWLA/s320/002.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZgFDkcUzeUn_2cEYrG94oDvtqPRpWxzsvfy3MVXMpevGt2QdAyd455jjXWskoGA0GesX96WYfqX2zQqZ7hB1iZ8fwAl3hnIrjZA_3Caz-IanTRbvWq3lU0qw6syhDLk6qIhRhznZP6hA/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573329571297032722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZgFDkcUzeUn_2cEYrG94oDvtqPRpWxzsvfy3MVXMpevGt2QdAyd455jjXWskoGA0GesX96WYfqX2zQqZ7hB1iZ8fwAl3hnIrjZA_3Caz-IanTRbvWq3lU0qw6syhDLk6qIhRhznZP6hA/s320/004" /></a><br />SO cute huh!<br /><div>Also my friend Michelle introduced me to a program called "<span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sure Cuts A lot</span>."</strong></span> It is AMAZING. If you have a cricut, it will cut <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>any</strong></span> font on your computer. I LOVE IT! I made the "Be Mine" vinyl letters for my white heart. Check it out- <a href="http://www.craftedge.com/index.html">http://www.craftedge.com/index.html</a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZgFDkcUzeUn_2cEYrG94oDvtqPRpWxzsvfy3MVXMpevGt2QdAyd455jjXWskoGA0GesX96WYfqX2zQqZ7hB1iZ8fwAl3hnIrjZA_3Caz-IanTRbvWq3lU0qw6syhDLk6qIhRhznZP6hA/s1600/004.JPG"></div></div></div></div></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-71483742883383971732011-02-07T22:30:00.011-07:002011-02-11T09:45:03.194-07:00Artwork in 1st grade<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJ9zyBMamIGLezf349Cg0BuRqRP8XHc76LcNSOFGwimU8MT41KB4o6MlyAEWWASULI4DHMQUe1Kp4LS8K-eLKCBFxr2G06o2qcYoi_Z2prtHN_BbFJ9irM1LNr66QXvM-K4x_Qx0I64Q/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571188133936541874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJ9zyBMamIGLezf349Cg0BuRqRP8XHc76LcNSOFGwimU8MT41KB4o6MlyAEWWASULI4DHMQUe1Kp4LS8K-eLKCBFxr2G06o2qcYoi_Z2prtHN_BbFJ9irM1LNr66QXvM-K4x_Qx0I64Q/s320/033.JPG" /></a> I had to show off my bulletin boards! The first one is ice skates...."Gliding into a New Year" Yep I sure did come up with that one myself!<br /><br /><div>The next one I couldn't have done without my mom's help.<strong><span style="font-size:180%;"> Snowglobes</span></strong>. Don't they look absolutely amazing! I am almost as proud as my students!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uV3jZ-NBfHPtMf-p_OhKuwQlHHMXWBo7o4GYIyf3K_U55O2livOcbPNEdIpa_s7X9Fl7JDbHeJHz0VulzeS9TE2yup3tskICxXiRaLAruz_RBLJP5H6z3VSwir0Em8uPE9VKPOTdmJw/s1600/068.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 162px; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571188984012302994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uV3jZ-NBfHPtMf-p_OhKuwQlHHMXWBo7o4GYIyf3K_U55O2livOcbPNEdIpa_s7X9Fl7JDbHeJHz0VulzeS9TE2yup3tskICxXiRaLAruz_RBLJP5H6z3VSwir0Em8uPE9VKPOTdmJw/s320/068.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFD6_uZShNeRi9uGCj3w7DpwOzk9925XVWFah7VOGsVjRXdh53qMi0L5N0HxusQ0zLr7pzbHqKveeukWA2fCPABNR2YDgsSw_dsopz1BKVEOZvqCE9Nv3_qd2RLi3znpYphfnWUiFNsXE/s1600/066.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572472253887237154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFD6_uZShNeRi9uGCj3w7DpwOzk9925XVWFah7VOGsVjRXdh53qMi0L5N0HxusQ0zLr7pzbHqKveeukWA2fCPABNR2YDgsSw_dsopz1BKVEOZvqCE9Nv3_qd2RLi3znpYphfnWUiFNsXE/s320/066.JPG" /></a><br />Since we went off track and won't be here during V-Day, we had our party earlier.<br /><div><div>And do we really need to be reminded as to why Valentines Day is so dang fun in fiRst GrAde?</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikKIjAYpyZ_oltaeyb3oc93KvKm4FZhFopgQXPrXL64YpJCGBAqSkRoZ7aEZoj7m1WLvOhfXK3EUy1vyBSpay9RS0eSiTnzW99WxZe0sTHYqMZYK1L7EF8zO_b0anhOuc0Q6K_OY5wqB8/s1600/083.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571190164626364034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikKIjAYpyZ_oltaeyb3oc93KvKm4FZhFopgQXPrXL64YpJCGBAqSkRoZ7aEZoj7m1WLvOhfXK3EUy1vyBSpay9RS0eSiTnzW99WxZe0sTHYqMZYK1L7EF8zO_b0anhOuc0Q6K_OY5wqB8/s320/083.JPG" /></a>I was being modest and didn't add MY name to the Class list because I wasn't sure if that looks tacky. Thank goodness my students remembered me! Remember those kids that just handed out valentines without candy?...who wants that! Candy is where its at! </div><div>We played BINGO, memory, made crazy sentences out of conversation hearts and did this...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhenCLBfM2_FOx0fTJsC0Gk5lQeZayJzMC4D-2VP_ggMMoj_n-WZBvVqOvieOd33Kf95m1VaOZ_RwgI_8jxguWDkEfSuxf-HllQgjfmgqXwnpIEE1e-mMgRUdDahOJvcpsvc-2lPs3xnT4/s1600/001+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572470667463153170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhenCLBfM2_FOx0fTJsC0Gk5lQeZayJzMC4D-2VP_ggMMoj_n-WZBvVqOvieOd33Kf95m1VaOZ_RwgI_8jxguWDkEfSuxf-HllQgjfmgqXwnpIEE1e-mMgRUdDahOJvcpsvc-2lPs3xnT4/s320/001+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div>That's right...Pin the Lips on Ms. Purvis. Thanks to my first grade teacher, Mrs. Conklin, I got this fun idea!<br /></div>Don't judge. This pretty lady looks more Korean or Filipino....instead of like me! Oops!<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-32233288433090849632011-02-07T22:02:00.009-07:002011-02-07T22:30:00.922-07:00MaKe a WiSh<div><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571182621054273010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqftTkXKXVFgssGKEw72UYNupIi1Ug0Fo1ND3XQqNPsBDFnQA-7jlrOFuPq83SSQpueZU40MtmZInYQNY2M8dT69WF8ZI0s7m4DgFo0NMpILv2gMbscqfK87y59Nwp6XgkQoBVx8VcODc/s320/043.JPG" />I got the <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">sweet</span></strong> opportunity to attend Karson's <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Make A Wish</span></strong> Ceremony. Even though he left this earth, they still honored his wish. He LOVED Toy Story. In January they were going to go to Disneyland for their wish, but Karson was too sick. (I was also honored that they wanted me to come and be their nurse during their Disneyland stay!) But instead....they had a <span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">TOY STORY</span> themed party. I don't know if Karson would have enjoyed the highschool drama students dressed up as Woody, Buzz and others, because let me be honest...they were a bit weird and too into their role! But it was cute. All the kids there, loved it.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXRhciMNRh5fWpVJcan5f7h-5TJaet4Nw8iX5xHWExV68tSowcJ-oEAcYtTXymZlI9FthPk5-fSWI-SgHG8hEFBK33XGRMbh39bP1jih8d6WjE61PlUqgx0fdlBVxJtpafP7HecmFuiM/s1600/046.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571184117708931026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXRhciMNRh5fWpVJcan5f7h-5TJaet4Nw8iX5xHWExV68tSowcJ-oEAcYtTXymZlI9FthPk5-fSWI-SgHG8hEFBK33XGRMbh39bP1jih8d6WjE61PlUqgx0fdlBVxJtpafP7HecmFuiM/s320/046.JPG" /></a>I automatically wanted to work at the Make A Wish place, come to find out, its just volunteers. Making children's little dreams come true must be such an incredible experience. As soon as the child receives their wish, they come back and do a "Star Raising Ceremony." What an amazing moment to see the Riggs' family </div><div>raise Karson's <span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">star</span></strong>.</span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZefsNR2-zp3RmI8JMS_UmEEpKVA-VmQ7dYYvNOY_ngw3HCjLHeCDqLPgmqUojFfNjP8MnDQavWJlGCMATvlIS5o53lKpMNUK7X4Nv9PxNSupjH6ZjHQ__ZyN_8CB1JwmiDqeNjRw3k4M/s1600/059.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571185693918063362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZefsNR2-zp3RmI8JMS_UmEEpKVA-VmQ7dYYvNOY_ngw3HCjLHeCDqLPgmqUojFfNjP8MnDQavWJlGCMATvlIS5o53lKpMNUK7X4Nv9PxNSupjH6ZjHQ__ZyN_8CB1JwmiDqeNjRw3k4M/s320/059.JPG" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4pjENq3bjKiF9rUe2WRbuBj5HLO97MY_pKd0feFCKe3GkTo-97N2j_Itf9_kSdBX900rMHAliP6jsoDwueDfclvyzK7Da6m_ArNWjykVEGc0EE7FuUdLJ080nAXmwoPhXsCeaQwZuRQ/s1600/058.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571185690812589074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4pjENq3bjKiF9rUe2WRbuBj5HLO97MY_pKd0feFCKe3GkTo-97N2j_Itf9_kSdBX900rMHAliP6jsoDwueDfclvyzK7Da6m_ArNWjykVEGc0EE7FuUdLJ080nAXmwoPhXsCeaQwZuRQ/s320/058.JPG" /></a>Karson you are our star. You have taught us all, real strength comes from within. Karson couldn't move his body, but his little spirit fought long and hard until the end.<br /><br /><br /><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-83271399921354609292011-01-23T19:49:00.004-07:002011-01-23T20:08:52.368-07:00"This life is but a small moment"First my Uncle passed away, then a week later, my patient that I have watched for most of his life, lost his battle to Spinal Muscular Atrophy. My heart can't take it anymore! It's been an emotional exhausting couple of weeks. Karson taught us that real strength comes from within. He had no muscle. Couldn't move his body and it hurt him to do so. His inner strength superceded his physical state. He fought through this disease. He fought hard. The spirit that he held was amazing. My uncle fought long and hard till the end as well. He was always a gentleman, always putting others' needs first, his entire life. When I visited him in the hospital on Christmas day, the only thing he could have was ice. I got him some, and he was so sweet when he offered some to my grandma and I. Always serving. Always thinking of others, till his last day.<br />Oh how grateful I am for the plan of salvation. This gospel brings my soul such peace. I now see my Uncle telling all sorts of stories with his dad, up in heaven. And Karson, I can't get the image out of my head of him running in the wind, flying a kite. Such peace this gospel truly brings.<br /><br />To read about Karson, go <a href="http://www.djriggs.blogspot.com">here</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-8332192532580116222010-12-14T17:51:00.007-07:002010-12-18T12:48:51.662-07:00the SpIrIt of CHRISTmasListen to this quote by President Monson... <div>"The Spirit of Christmas <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffcc00;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">illuminates</span></b></span> the picture window of the soul."</div><div>LOVE that.</div><div> </div><div>Here's some more warm hearted goodness..<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_B1cRa6O2o8?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_B1cRa6O2o8?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>and another....about a little girl who teaches her family what its all about...</div><div><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXXwtFWpAI8?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXXwtFWpAI8?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div>Christmas time is a season that brings <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">joy</span>, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">peace</span></strong>, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">hope</span>, <span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">love</span>, and for me, change. It's always around the end of November when I think to myself, I need to be better. Christmas is the perfect time to be reminded of <strong>what matters most</strong>. Last year, I made my own little <span style="font-size:130%;">advent</span> calendar and wrote down qualities that the Savior possessed that I desired to have. I wrote down what<span style="font-size:180%;"> I</span> needed to do, to have these qualities. Some of those qualities were: humility, gratitude, patience, becoming slow to anger, compassion, sincerity, meekness, and the one I left for the last day, the 25 th day, was <strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">CHARITY</span></em></strong>. The PURE love of CHRIST. To love like <span style="font-size:180%;">HE</span> did, is something that I will be working on my entire lifetime.</div><div><br /></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458709955615137220.post-40207093328445790322010-12-12T13:10:00.004-07:002010-12-12T13:51:47.033-07:00mY Top TeNDear <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Weber State</span></b></span>,<div>I have been through your teaching program. Yes. You do have one of the <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">best</span></b> LEVEL 3 professors out there, if I recall, his name is <b>dad, </b>I mean Dr. Pitts .<div> I have met some amazing people there that have bettered my life- professors and students. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>BUT</b></span> you forgot to teach me a few things...Here is what <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">I</span></b> have <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">DiscOveReD:</span></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div> Number ONE: My <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>self confidence</b></span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><b>patience</b></span> have grown enormously, within the first four months. I am living the role of a teacher and now its finally comfortable.</div><div>2) They say, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;"><b>"leave your work at work."</b></span> TOTALLY <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">imPossiBle</span>. I am CONSTANTLY thinking about what to do next, what fun idea will get the six year olds excited, how I can help so and so read better...etc. </div><div>3 : A 1st grade teacher does <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">NOT</span></span></b> need a desk. All I use my desk for, is for storing papers. I NEVER get to SIT down.</div><div>4: The connection I feel towards my students is incredible. When I am off track, I dream about them, I can now honestly say, I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">LOVE</span></b></span> my students. I have so much pride for them. </div><div>5: You weren't kiddin' when you said, "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><b>Don't smile till Christmas</b></span>." </div><div>6: At the end of the day, my feet ache from wearing "cute" shoes...pretty soon, white <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"><b>Reebox will be the </b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">new</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"><b> "Cute." <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">jk...can you imagine!</span></b></span></div><div>7: PTC is not as bad as they make it out to be....my wise mother once told me, Parent teacher Conferences is about <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><b>CeLeBraTinG</b></span> the child. It Truly is.</div><div>8: My lesson plans HARDLY go as planned. But learning is constantly taking place. Both by me and the children!</div><div>9: I love overhearing my kids say, "Miss Purvis is the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><b>best</b></span> teacher." I act like I don't hear them, but man my heart swells up!! So what that they have had only one other teacher before me and will have tons of teachers in their lifetime...I will take it!</div></div><div>10: We can never have enough <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">glue sticks</span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><b>sharpened</b></span> pencils. Crayons get broken FAST and that's ok. They are kids. </div><div>I have learned that I am teaching these kids more than just math, writing, science and reading. They are learning how to be respectful, caring, kind, truthful people. They are hopefully learning qualities that will serve them throughout the rest of their lives....hopefully!</div><div>Bonus:</div><div>I learned that its amazing what a candy cane or money for our store will do. Bribery is amazing! </div><div>At times I find myself turning into my mother....for now, its ok because she was the best teacher around!</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5