<?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-3763218964311884177</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:25:46.737-07:00</updated><category term='teaching injury'/><title type='text'>Newest Beginning</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-7363437134679152386</id><published>2010-04-17T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T13:53:31.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Post - Buckle Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, I’m at work right now, and I’m making the old lady I’m sitting with watch I Love the 80’s.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m thinking about occasionally just adding into this post the things that they are discussing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example, John Mayer measured h9is penis with the ruler on his Trapper Keeper.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’ve also recently discussed monster truck rallies and Atari.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amazingly, since I’ve started watching this, they’ve probably covered 10-15 topics, but I am unable to recall anymore than what I have just relayed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, here’s my current situation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t sleep.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Macguyver (sp?).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been in nursing school for a year and three months, give a take a week or so.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;About two months into nursing school, I noticed that there was this really cute guy in nursing school, too.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was still pretty damaged at this point, Dungeons and Dragons, so I did not even pretend to think about him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was cute, but inconsequential.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also had clinicals with him that semester.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Found out he was really quiet, but likable.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Started talking to him in class, but still, not interested.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the fall, I came back for Level 2 of nursing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ended up sitting in front of him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually, I sat in the “guys” section.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since there are so few of them, they tend to group.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m pretty sick of girls, so I tend to migrate towards the boys.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyhoo, I find out that over the summer, he had started dating this girl from Level 1 who I kind of detested.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Teen Wolf.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She also failed, so I don’t have to deal with her anymore, but she was a user.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anderson Cooper is SO hot.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought to my self, “That’s too bad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s too nice a guy to be with her,” and kind of just moved on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I had clinicals with him again, and really got to know him and really got to where I liked him and really disliked the fact that he was with Golden Corral, the nickname I have secretly given his girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fastforward to Level 3, Golden Corral failed Level 1 again because she’s real stupid and unfocused (that’s a little harsh, I know), so she starts going to another school, Grey Poupon, but sadly, he actually lives in that town, so she gets her claws in a little deeper.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are not in the same clinical group, but we sit beside each other now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pretty much every day, we write notes back and forth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The notes are about whatever we are thinking about, but are rarely class-related.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I thought to myself, “I wonder what would happen if I started flirting with him via note.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I did.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was pretty surprised by the response.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which was VERY positive.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Valley Girl.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s more to the story, but before I go on, I would like it if you told me what you think so far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-7363437134679152386?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/7363437134679152386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=7363437134679152386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/7363437134679152386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/7363437134679152386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-post-buckle-up.html' title='Long Post - Buckle Up'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-7130802967831159448</id><published>2010-02-22T19:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:14:22.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I get a little irate when reading status updates on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  I have different political views from most people from my area, so I am exposed to a LOT of opinions that differ from mine.  That doesn't bother me.  Different opinions are good because the lead to debate and change, or at least they can.  However, a lot of the statements I read are not really constructive, in any way.  So, here is my list of things about Americans.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An American:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. can be born or naturalized.  Calling some people "real" Americans is pretty insulting to all other Americans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. is not required to pledge allegiance or salute the flag.  If someone does not do this, it does not make then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-American or unpatriotic.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. can live anywhere on the planet, except maybe Cuba and North Korea.  I'm not sure if Americans are allowed there.  Choosing to live outside of the 50 states, for whatever reason, is okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. is allowed to criticize the government.  I can totally appreciate that.  I sure bashed on Bush for being a gigantic idiot.  What I can't get behind, and this is why I just had to write something, is for so many people to pretend like everything going wrong started the day the Democrats took office.  I can agree that the change I was looking for hasn't happened yet, but a lot of things are better than they were a year ago.  Also, Obama won the election.  He is and will be the president for the next three years.  Is pissing and moaning really making those folks happy?  I want to put another sentence here but instead I think I'll just pass gas.  There.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. cannot see Russia from his/her yard unless they do not live in the United States. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. has a lot of rights and should not be called names when he/she chooses to invoke them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. shouldn't get to break the rules without consequences, but sometimes he does.  I don't know what to tell you about this.  That's why other countries don't like us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going for 10, but I'll have to look at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; to get worked up a little more, and then I'll be back.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-7130802967831159448?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/7130802967831159448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=7130802967831159448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/7130802967831159448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/7130802967831159448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-i-get-little-irate-when.html' title=''/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-892172340576413579</id><published>2009-07-19T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:37:07.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Best Things Happen in July</title><content type='html'>Except, of course, for this horrible class I am taking.  I admit that I already have a lack of interest and esteem for liberal arts, but this class is taking things to a new level.  Sub-basement.  It is a sociology course that might have been interesting to me at some point in my life, but that time is not now.  It's so bad that if the school said I could just get a C and not go back, I would take the deal.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Side-note&lt;/span&gt;, I've never ever had a C.  Ever.  Not even in handwriting or PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother had carpal tunnel surgery of Friday, so my mom is staying at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mamaw's&lt;/span&gt; house for a while to help her out.  I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mamaw&lt;/span&gt; thought that she would be very limited in what she would be able to do, but she is SO not limited.  She can use her right hand for almost every task she would need to for a short amount of time.  She is, however, still milking it a little by having my mom bring her coffee and serving her food.  She also inexplicably forgot how to change the channel on her TV yesterday, forcing us to watch several minutes of Care Bears.  We could not change the channel because Mama was helping me install &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mamaw's&lt;/span&gt; new blinds.  It took three separate drills, lots of different screws, and some ingenuity, but we got it done eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to write more, but I have a test tomorrow, and I have a bit more reading to do.  And I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HawthoRNe&lt;/span&gt; on TNT.  As someone who is in nursing school and knows a little bit about a nurse's responsibilities and limitations, I can't help but point out occasionally that "a nurse would never do that" or "nurses don't call time of death," but it's still a pretty good show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-892172340576413579?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/892172340576413579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=892172340576413579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/892172340576413579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/892172340576413579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-best-things-happen-in-july.html' title='All the Best Things Happen in July'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-6536672704602116414</id><published>2009-06-14T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:30:04.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hobby</title><content type='html'>So, I've been making shirts recently.  Or, more accurately, designing things I can paint on shirts.  I made some with my nieces a few weeks ago and that was really fun.  Being a former teacher really comes in handy.  I have planning and preparation (A) skills like nobody's business.  Anyhoo, here are a few examples of shirts I've made.  Note to Ashley:  The last picture is of Jake's shirt.  If you don't want to see it, be careful when scrolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the ones my nieces made, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/SjW47oabMcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Ll6pdGxfTJw/s1600-h/DSCN0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/SjW47oabMcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Ll6pdGxfTJw/s320/DSCN0406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347383467172377026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this one for a friend of mine who just had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/SjW8yzJIZNI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/921-_Mpz0_k/s1600-h/DSCN0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/SjW8yzJIZNI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/921-_Mpz0_k/s320/DSCN0338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347387713480320210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made these for the girls for Father's Day.  I didn't have the idea on Mother's Day, so Mama gets her gift as a shirt for Sawyer.  Daddy gets one for Finley because he's her favoritest person in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/SjW91WPr-xI/AAAAAAAAAnY/tcF-16Sb1QQ/s1600-h/DSCN0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/SjW91WPr-xI/AAAAAAAAAnY/tcF-16Sb1QQ/s320/DSCN0445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347388856774425362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/SjW-Q_ILyXI/AAAAAAAAAng/hFpPvkZ51GE/s1600-h/DSCN0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/SjW-Q_ILyXI/AAAAAAAAAng/hFpPvkZ51GE/s320/DSCN0444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347389331605277042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this one for me!  For those of you that don't watch LOST, this is The Flame logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/SjW-xCIxBSI/AAAAAAAAAno/9jIFtC3lC7A/s1600-h/DSCN0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/SjW-xCIxBSI/AAAAAAAAAno/9jIFtC3lC7A/s320/DSCN0446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347389882168837410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for my friend Ashley's baby.  His name is Jake.  I don't know how to turn it 90 degrees for easier viewing, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/SjW_inPu3hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/5biHAyG0G7Q/s1600-h/DSCN0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/SjW_inPu3hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/5biHAyG0G7Q/s320/DSCN0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347390733943758354" 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/3763218964311884177-6536672704602116414?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/6536672704602116414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=6536672704602116414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/6536672704602116414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/6536672704602116414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-hobby.html' title='My Hobby'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/SjW47oabMcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Ll6pdGxfTJw/s72-c/DSCN0406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-2415721878569013430</id><published>2009-04-19T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:11:59.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad World</title><content type='html'>I am having a problem.  A pretty big one.  I live in a small town.  I live alone.  And by alone, I mean ALONE.  I don’t know anyone in town that I am not related to.  Also, the people I am related to are old.  I don’t know anyone my age.  The people I go to school with are mostly a LOT younger than me or a lot older.  They don’t live here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is that I don’t have any friends anywhere near me.  It’s very tiring.  That’s probably a weird way to describe it, but I need to see people, and I don’t really get to.  I don’t really know how to resolve this, either.  It’s not like it was in college with interesting people around everywhere.  I met people at Wal-Mart, for goodness sake!  I went to Wal-Mart last night, not only did I not see anyone my age, I also could not find the Exacto-Knife I went for.  My Wal-Mart is SO crappy, they don’t even carry Exacto-Knives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m better off here than I was in Fayetteville.  I at least have my family nearby, but that’s just not enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the whiny post.  I’m just really unhappy about this and needed to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-2415721878569013430?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2415721878569013430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=2415721878569013430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/2415721878569013430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/2415721878569013430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2009/04/mad-world.html' title='Mad World'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-1818164384302523646</id><published>2009-04-19T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:58:48.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing's Up</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write today, but I have nothing to say.  I don't have a test tomorrow, which is weird because we have had a test almost every Monday this semester.  I normally study on Sunday, so I'm kind of at a loss today.  My parents were here this weekend, and they just left to go camping.  I'm going to take Mamaw to them on Tuesday.  That's boring.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally watching the last ERs.  I'm about five away from the finale right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to draw some kidneys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a crossword puzzles book, but they are too easy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there some kind of gambling that is lawful for 18 year-olds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My TiVo is recording a movie on HBO right now.  I don't get HBO.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something will come up that I feel like writing about soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-1818164384302523646?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/1818164384302523646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=1818164384302523646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/1818164384302523646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/1818164384302523646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothings-up.html' title='Nothing&apos;s Up'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-9166564134422957595</id><published>2009-04-13T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:09:33.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again Into the Breach</title><content type='html'>She's back for another try.  Blogging from the couch and a heated blanket.  Watching Chuck, the best new show around.  Eating chili because it's delicious.  Wearing a watch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a pretty good update, don't you think?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDDIN'!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reals though, I'm living in the Taylor and going to Nursing School.  I have a lot of spare time these days because school only takes up a few hours a week, but those hours are so scattered that I can't have a real job.  Maybe next semester the hours will be more consolidated.  So, for work, I clean Mamaw's house and do odd jobs for people.  I'll mow, fix a computer, call the phone company, or whatever needs to be done that my old relatives can't do.  Works out well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored a lot.  I'm pretty sure I'm the only person in my age range in a 10 mile radius, and I don't know anyone outside of that radius.  I still read a lot, just not as much as before because I have to read school books now.  School books are boring.  I think if authors of novels were hired to write school books, students would be more successful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxie is great.  She stays at Mamaw's house while I'm in school and plays with her dog Tommy.  Tommy is 9 years old, so he can't really keep up, but they still have lots of fun.  She goes on walks with me some, but she can't handle more than a mile.  She gets really thirsty and has to stop every five minutes to tinkle.  Just like my mom, come to think of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to remember that I have a blog and post again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-9166564134422957595?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/9166564134422957595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=9166564134422957595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/9166564134422957595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/9166564134422957595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2009/04/once-again-into-breach.html' title='Once Again Into the Breach'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-79635781792551877</id><published>2008-08-22T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:35:51.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>Okay.  I forget to add things to this site.  I'll do better, starting today.  I'll set up a reminder on my phone or something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's what's up.  I've applied to nursing school in Magnolia.  I'll live in my parents' house in Taylor while I go to school and try to keep working at Kids First in Magnolia while I go to school.  I'm starting A&amp;P I on Monday at the local community college, so that's one more class I won't have to take when I get down there.  I'm pretty excited about it.  A girl I work with had her books from last semester, so I'm hoping I can use them for my class.  They started using a new edition this semester, but I don't feel like paying $200 for all new stuff.  I'll ask the teacher if I can use the old ones when class starts on Tuesday night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching A LOT of the Olympics.  I TiVo it and then watch it the next day becuase I can't stay up as late as NBC thinks I can.  I can also fast forward through any sports I'm not interested in, but that's a short list.  I'm watching hurdles right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the note, Dee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go set a reminder right now.  More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-79635781792551877?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/79635781792551877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=79635781792551877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/79635781792551877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/79635781792551877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-2477342732845463097</id><published>2008-06-16T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:42:48.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'll Write Once a Month</title><content type='html'>Dude, I know I said I was going to blog about some stuff, and that I said that a month ago, but I'm freaking tired!  Taking care of kids is exhausting.  I am always really tired when I get home, and I never feel like typing stuff up.  I should just take my computer out to the backyard with me and then I might do something.  I just really like laying around for a while when I get home, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxie finished her obedience classes.  As we were leaving, one of the other "parents" said she had the best "by me" in the class.  "By me" is a thing I say to get her to come and stand on my left side to let her know I want her to pay attention.  That was pretty exciting.  She is also laying down regularly now, and that was a 4 week episode.  Most of the other dogs got it on the first night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dog-sitting for my roommate who is out of town.  Her dog pees a lot.  In the kitchen, sometimes on my awesome table and chairs.  If his urine messes up my stuff I will not be happy.  He also pees on brown chair, a chair that has been mine since I was 2, about 5 times a week.  I get upset with him when he does this.  And he doesn't just do it because she is gone, he does it all the time.  I have never been so close to hating a dog in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he tries to sleep on my face.  Gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-2477342732845463097?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2477342732845463097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=2477342732845463097' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/2477342732845463097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/2477342732845463097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2008/06/maybe-ill-write-once-month.html' title='Maybe I&apos;ll Write Once a Month'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-7938921323156717089</id><published>2008-05-14T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:16:22.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a While, Eh?</title><content type='html'>I don't know how long it's been since I wrote a post, but I have all sorts of things to write about.  The problem is that I am very sick right now, and have been since last Friday.  I can't talk on the phone or walk down the stairs without being winded, so you can imagine how tired I am after a day with the kids.  We have graduation tomorrow night, but I am hoping to get rested and well this weekend.  Then I will post about the perfect c, my new future, recent realizations, and Roxie's awesomeness in obedience class.  I will tell you that people clapped for her last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-7938921323156717089?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/7938921323156717089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=7938921323156717089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/7938921323156717089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/7938921323156717089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2008/05/been-while-eh.html' title='Been a While, Eh?'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-8571136677735444459</id><published>2008-04-13T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:27:27.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JG in a Little Car</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure I saw Jorge Garcia in Fayetteville today.  He was driving a compact car.  It probably wasn't him since I'm pretty sure he's in Hawaii right now, but this guy looked EXACTLY like him.  He drove past me at a red light, so I didn't get to take a picture.  That's the only interesting thing that happened today.  THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-8571136677735444459?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8571136677735444459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=8571136677735444459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/8571136677735444459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/8571136677735444459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2008/04/jg-in-little-car.html' title='JG in a Little Car'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-3235747455182730341</id><published>2008-04-08T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:12:53.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it</title><content type='html'>Based on my wounds from work, I thought I should take this test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/fight5" style="display: block; background: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/900/602/fight5.g903w7lqmq.jpg) no-repeat; width: 296px; height: 84px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 42px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 145px;"&gt;17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-3235747455182730341?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/3235747455182730341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=3235747455182730341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/3235747455182730341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/3235747455182730341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2008/04/bring-it.html' title='Bring it'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-8588489805990748614</id><published>2008-04-05T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T18:07:34.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know if I've ever mentioned it, but my students are protected by HIPAA so that is why I never talk about my job.  I don't want to say anything I'm not allowed to talk about it.  I DO need to add a couple more hits on my list of injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Three Stooges style bonk to to the top of my head, served cold so I wouldn't be expecting it&lt;br /&gt;1 punch to the jaw - didn't hurt too bad but hurt this morning when I washed my face&lt;br /&gt;1 punch to the ear - directly after the punch to the jaw and that hurt really bad.  REALLY. Don't get punched in the ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, after spending one and a half hours helping the CuzMate clean her room (we are still not close to anything that could be called "clean"), I went with Shannon, my other cousin, to her son's baseball game.  I took Roxie because it was a nice day and we both needed to get a little vitamin D via the sun.  &lt;br /&gt;Roxie is not a violent dog.  She doesn't bite people, but she is very interested and often sniffs people as they walk by.  Sometimes kids are skittish and take a wide berth, but she's not going to snap them.  She's never done a thing to hurt a child.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after about 100 people pass by and about 20 kids have spent time petting her, a man comes around the corner.  If I had seen him coming, I would have held the leash just because he looked mean.  I didn't see him coming.  Roxie runs out to give him a sniff, and he kicks her!  She then growls and lunges at him, but I pull her back before anything else happens.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man:  Who's dog is that"&lt;br /&gt;Me: She's mine.  I'm sorry! (I am apologizing for him kicking my dog, I guess.)&lt;br /&gt;Man: Well, you're luck I didn't kick her G** D*** head off.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow.  Okay&lt;br /&gt;Other people in vicinity:  That kind of language isn't necessary.  There are children around.&lt;br /&gt;Man: I don't give a S***.  D*** dog shouldn't be here.  Blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;Other people who are now enraged:  You are out of order.  There is no need  to talk like that, especially with children around.  And that dog weighs about 10 pounds, big man.&lt;br /&gt;Man: [more cuss words]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a mom I know leaves to go tell the manager of the ball field about what is going on.  Man sits behind us spitting in a cup.&lt;br /&gt;About 20 minutes later, I noticed Roxie is bleeding from her back leg.  Just a scratch, but that got me madder then a wet hen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  This man weighed about 250 and was wearing overalls and rubber boots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-8588489805990748614?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8588489805990748614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=8588489805990748614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/8588489805990748614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/8588489805990748614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-know-if-ive-ever-mentioned-it.html' title=''/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-8193531284612052862</id><published>2008-03-21T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:27:47.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching injury'/><title type='text'>Injury Tally</title><content type='html'>So, let's talk about workplace injuries.  I am a teacher.  This is not a profession that people think of as "dangerous."  My dad is an electrician at a paper mill.  That's a dangerous job.  Two days ago his face got burned by steam that exploded out of a pipe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teacher, I have had multiple injuries.  I realize that teachers are not supposed to get hurt all that often, but I'm clumsy and have had some very dangerous students.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I started student teaching in 2004, I have had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a dislocated shoulder&lt;br /&gt;2. a pencil stab to my cheek&lt;br /&gt;3. a choking&lt;br /&gt;4. a death threat with easy to follow instructions&lt;br /&gt;5. a broken nose&lt;br /&gt;6. several head traumas&lt;br /&gt;7. one bite with many more bite attempts&lt;br /&gt;8. a giant scratch on my neck (current)&lt;br /&gt;9. toy hammer thrown at my chest hard enough to make it sore for the past three days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, teaching is dangerous.  Frankly, I would prefer my children go into law enforcement than teaching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-8193531284612052862?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8193531284612052862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=8193531284612052862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/8193531284612052862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/8193531284612052862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2008/03/injury-tally.html' title='Injury Tally'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-3704549389893198698</id><published>2008-03-16T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:10:12.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear Mikey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the thing.  I know you aren’t good enough for me.  I also know that to speak to you would be like opening a can that I finally successfully closed a while back.  But, you keep popping up in memory.  Please, go away.  I don’t want to think of what went wrong.  I don’t want to think that I made some sort of mistake.  My rational mind knows that I’m better off, but I’m also getting tired of being alone, again.  I spent five years alone before I met you, and I’ve slipped right back into that.  I realize I’m only 26 years old, but I’m ready to be a real grown up.  I’m kind of like Rachel in that episode of Friends when she’s dating that young guy and realizes that she doesn’t have enough time to do what she wants with her life.  &lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I start thinking of you.  I know I shouldn’t.  “Wrong road”, I tell myself.  “Bad road.”  Filled with potholes filled with poo.  I’m tired of feeling lonely.  I’m tired of feeling like my life is like a TiVo on pause.  I don’t know how to work the remote.  “Play!  Play! “ I scream.  Nothing changes.  I go to church weekly now.  I have a great job.  I need something more.  Am I being unreasonable?  Is this too much to ask?  Did I miss out on something that should have been great?  When was that?  How did I miss it?&lt;br /&gt;I read three books last week.  Three full novels.  I have NOTHING to do with my time, so I read and read trying to fill up the empty space.  It’s exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;This letter wasn’t really to you, of course.  I just really want you gone from my mind and replaced with someone else.  Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-3704549389893198698?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/3704549389893198698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=3704549389893198698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/3704549389893198698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/3704549389893198698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2008/03/letter.html' title='A Letter'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-158123397764718639</id><published>2008-02-26T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:25:32.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know some countries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/view2/countries" style="display: block; background: #333 url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/500/217/countries.pozrojjq9t.jpg) no-repeat; width: 320px; height: 90px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 35px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 110px; "&gt;70&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 65 the first time.  I have problems typing them in correctly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-158123397764718639?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/158123397764718639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=158123397764718639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/158123397764718639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/158123397764718639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-know-some-countries.html' title='I know some countries'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-3102806444377540452</id><published>2008-02-17T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:11:49.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Note #2</title><content type='html'>It doesne't let you see the whole author's name.  It is A&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nagrams by Someone Who Doesn't Let You Know Her Book is Filled with Short Stories&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-3102806444377540452?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/3102806444377540452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=3102806444377540452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/3102806444377540452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/3102806444377540452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2008/02/short-note-2.html' title='Short Note #2'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-1442883889755802474</id><published>2008-02-17T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:07:12.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Note</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking about doing book reviews on here.  Note the author of the second to most recent book on my list to the left.  Didn't like that book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-1442883889755802474?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/1442883889755802474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=1442883889755802474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/1442883889755802474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/1442883889755802474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2008/02/short-note.html' title='Short Note'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-3848519867673473860</id><published>2008-02-17T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:03:08.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much Ado About Anything</title><content type='html'>Ashley,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my only visitor here, so I thought I should write this as a letter.  I may have a few American Idol fans on here soon, though.  Left a comment un-anonymously.  Anyhoo, thought I would explain my absence from the computer.  One day, it iced.  Cuz Mate stayed home.  She worked from here, and had to plug directly into the DSL box since her work computer is not wireless.  Since then, my wireless does not work.  Ever.  So, I have to come upstairs and hook in to the wall.  I KNOW!  I have been so spoiled by getting to compute wherever I like that I can no longer handle the pressure of a wall to computer connection.  I drape the cords over Roxie, make my mattress really hot, and retype everything I write because it's hard to type on my bed.  So, it's good that I am no longer a part of the Facebook/MySpace crowd.  Or maybe if I were, I would be more motivated to fix the freaking wireless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's that.  Until next time, pfargtl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-3848519867673473860?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/3848519867673473860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=3848519867673473860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/3848519867673473860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/3848519867673473860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-much-ado-about-anything.html' title='Not Much Ado About Anything'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-9044769289104727090</id><published>2008-01-24T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T16:43:18.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border:1px solid #000000;padding:15px 10px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="padding:0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/sexy/index.jsp?testname=sexyogt&amp;resultid=-" target="_blank"&gt;What Kind of Sexy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="padding:10px 0;font-size:15px;font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My Result: &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/sexy/index.jsp?testname=sexyogt&amp;resultid=-" target="_blank" style="font-size:15px;font-weight:bold;"&gt;Smart 'n' Sexy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="padding:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="float:right;padding:5px 0 0 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/sexy/index.jsp?testname=sexyogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/sexy/images/smart_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     Your intellect puts you in a class above the rest, and it creates a sexual aura that's untouchable by people who possess nothing more than a pretty face. You have people and intellectual smarts and are able to juggle them accordingly. Your sense of the world at large and your world around you draws people to your mind, and what a beautiful mind it is. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you look the part in horn-rimmed glasses and a finely pressed suit or dress simply in a T-shirt and jeans, your style really takes off when you flaunt your intellectual prowess. You're probably happier volunteering for a good cause, like tutoring kids, than spending all night partying with friends — well, at least some of the time. You've read the classics, or at least know what they are, and get the greatest rush when you can fully connect with people — both mind and body. While you may have the looks as well, it's your brains that turn up the heat wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="padding:10px 0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="padding:0 0 5px 0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/sexy/index.jsp?testname=sexyogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;Take this test &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/images/logo/tickle_42x14.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDEyMjE3MTg3NjMmcHQ9MTIwMTIyMTcyMjI4OCZwPTU5MSZkPSZuPQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-9044769289104727090?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/9044769289104727090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=9044769289104727090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/9044769289104727090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/9044769289104727090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2008/01/quizzin.html' title='Quizzin&apos;'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-3888459237777276055</id><published>2008-01-20T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:56:15.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>I put on makeup today.  I don't wear makeup very often, so that is why I am mentioning it on here.  The reason I put on makeup is because I went to a new church today!  After six months in my new town, I have finally made the leap.  And, I liked it.  It reminded me of the church I grew up in.  I also have another one I want to try, but I think my plan is to go to the first one for several weeks in a row, and then try the other one for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got some vomit on me the other day at work.  Luckily, the kid didn't actually throw up on me, but I was the one who could handle cleaning it up and got my leg in it.  I slept 19 hours Friday night through Saturday afternoon.  That's really a long time, even for me.  I'm pretty sure I caught something from the kids because on Friday two of my kids slept almost all day.  They got up to go outside and eat, but anytime we were indoors, those two were laying wherever they landed. I'm feeling better, so hopefully they are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cuz Mate bought a black light to show where dog urine is in our house.  It's gross.  Her dog has peed all up and down the hall we keep them in while we are at work.  I'm wondering when she's going to clean it.  Hopefully, she will tonight.  I've got Roxie's mess upstairs, but it's not even close to the disgusting-ness of that hallway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-3888459237777276055?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/3888459237777276055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=3888459237777276055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/3888459237777276055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/3888459237777276055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2008/01/sunday-afternoon.html' title='Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-9087218900461753149</id><published>2008-01-14T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:06:34.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Stories</title><content type='html'>I don't like short stories.  I never have.  Even before I understood what a short story  is (was?), I didn't like them.  Those stupid short stories we had to read in elementary school were awful.  That's one reason I don't want to teach older kids.  I don't want to force anyone to read short stories.  SInce circa 1987, I have preferred "the novel."  I realized the greatness of the novel from a gal named Carolyn Keene.  I actually remembered her name!  I looked it up to verify, but I even got the spelling right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, Carolyn Keene is the author of the original Nancy Drew series.  I learned that I like chapters, and I really like chapters with titles so I can guess what is coming in the story.  Ah, foreshadowing.  Anyhoo, I am currently reading a collection of short stories (the title is in my sidebar with the rest of my recent readings) and I hate it.  I like the author.  I like the genre.  I even like the characters, but I HATE the book.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I detest short stories so much?  Basically, I don't like being drawn in to a story, learn characters, and become interested in their lives just to be dumped a few pages later.  I need more.  I need MORE.  I will finish this book, with a sneer on my face, because my other problem is that once I start a book, I will punish myself to finish it.  Recent example, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt; by Gregory Maguire.  Gosh, it was awful.  But I finished it.  Don't read it.  Awful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-9087218900461753149?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/9087218900461753149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=9087218900461753149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/9087218900461753149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/9087218900461753149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2008/01/short-stories.html' title='Short Stories'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-8416729334892101770</id><published>2008-01-09T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:57:34.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Fill Up Space on Your Blog</title><content type='html'>My legs hurt real bad.  I don't know why, but it might have something to do with all the ironing I did tonight.  They started hurting right after that.  And multiple stair climbs were involved.  Oh, and kids crawl up on me all day.  That's probably part of it.  Anyhoo, I've spent most of the evening working on the spare bedroom.  See, I moved in July, and around early October, I needed something warm to wear, but it was still bagged up from the move, and I was in a hurry, so I dumped the bag out and looked for what I needed.  Then, I dumped another bag because it wasn't in the first bag.  In November, my mom visited and demoralized me for not picking it up.  I haven't really had a spot to put it until now, and it was the spare room so it wasn't that important to me.  In December, my parents brought a shelf I had at the old house.  Now, in January, I have folded all that stuff and put it on the shelf or hung it up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If given enough time, I can accomplish small tasks.  So shove it, Mama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-8416729334892101770?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8416729334892101770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=8416729334892101770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/8416729334892101770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/8416729334892101770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-fill-up-space-on-your-blog.html' title='How to Fill Up Space on Your Blog'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-4087502357133802585</id><published>2008-01-06T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:05:16.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reprimanded</title><content type='html'>I've been told twice, by both people who read this, that I'm a blog-abandoner.  It's true.  I haven't written anything in a month and a half.  I'm not great at remembering to do it.  Good news, though.  I only have one job now and my internet is currently operational, so maybe, just maybe, it could be a while before I abandon again.  I would write more, but I'm reading a great book called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;High Noon&lt;/span&gt; and I want to read more.  I should go fold down all the sweaters that are scattered on the floor of Spare Room, but I'm not doing that either.  Don't feel bad Dee and Ashley and possibly Katie.  You know I give up all things for reading.  I'll be back.  Probably soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-4087502357133802585?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/4087502357133802585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=4087502357133802585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/4087502357133802585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/4087502357133802585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2008/01/reprimanded.html' title='Reprimanded'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-7620194037258820699</id><published>2007-11-19T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:21:23.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update: Crawling Out</title><content type='html'>Doing better today.  Have cried a little.  I think I have late onset abandonment issues.  Is that a real thing? Never mind, it is now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-7620194037258820699?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/7620194037258820699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=7620194037258820699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/7620194037258820699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/7620194037258820699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/11/update-crawling-out.html' title='Update: Crawling Out'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-3120311613977893212</id><published>2007-11-18T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:56:14.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not again.</title><content type='html'>One o'clock in the morning on a school night.  What am I doing?  Not sleeping, that's what.  Luckily for you, dear reader, I am not the crying mess I was an hour and a half ago.  I'm about ready to go to bed and try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I'm having trouble coping with the uprising of "those people."  I made it through the whole thing quite well, and then on the way home, I fell back in that old hole.  Then, the hole got deeper.  I don't know why I have so much trouble with this.  I really thought I was out this time, but it turns out I was just fooling myself again.  I'll probably explain more later, but since I did some bill paying, I have calmed down quite a bit, which is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no telling what I would have written if I had come here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I can explain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKH, blogging from the hole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-3120311613977893212?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/3120311613977893212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=3120311613977893212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/3120311613977893212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/3120311613977893212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-again.html' title='not again.'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-5981845476444953243</id><published>2007-11-15T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T19:12:54.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I. LOVE. MY . JOB.</title><content type='html'>'m LOVING my new job.  I'm working at a medical clinic&lt;br /&gt;with preschoolers with disabilities.  I have some&lt;br /&gt;teaching responsibilities, but it's more like helping kids reach&lt;br /&gt;certain goals than what most people think of as teaching.  I really&lt;br /&gt;like the people and the kids are fun, even if they can get a little&lt;br /&gt;out of control sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start my graduate program in January.  It's&lt;br /&gt;all online and distance learning.  I've never&lt;br /&gt;done those kinds of classes, so I'm a little nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get my special ed licensure, I might be able to move up to an&lt;br /&gt;administrative position as a program coordinator, so&lt;br /&gt;that is also very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Little Rock tomorrow for a friend's wedding, so wish me luck.  I am going to be surrounded by people who have been very mean to me, and while I'm sure they won't make a fuss at the wedding, I will definitely be pushed aside and talked about.  Pray that I will have the strength to ignore them and not respond to their hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-5981845476444953243?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/5981845476444953243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=5981845476444953243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/5981845476444953243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/5981845476444953243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-my-job.html' title='I. LOVE. MY . JOB.'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-605661717616195240</id><published>2007-11-05T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:05:59.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Presents and Drawings</title><content type='html'>Here is a picture of Roxie in her birthday present.  She always has the crazy eyes when I take a photo.  And, I've been drawing pictures lately, so I thought I would post them.  Here are a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/Ry_dEcF-sWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DUGsGxTtyFU/s1600-h/100_1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/Ry_dEcF-sWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DUGsGxTtyFU/s320/100_1508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129561568928772450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/Ry_dGMF-sXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/CsIBQNC0g_k/s1600-h/100_1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/Ry_dGMF-sXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/CsIBQNC0g_k/s320/100_1507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129561598993543538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/Ry_dI8F-sYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/QSV7Eed7sEg/s1600-h/100_1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/Ry_dI8F-sYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/QSV7Eed7sEg/s320/100_1506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129561646238183810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/Ry_dJcF-sZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zFjtLlzm6Lg/s1600-h/100_1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/Ry_dJcF-sZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zFjtLlzm6Lg/s320/100_1505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129561654828118418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/Ry_dJ8F-saI/AAAAAAAAALA/QaOKUJAKrs0/s1600-h/100_1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/Ry_dJ8F-saI/AAAAAAAAALA/QaOKUJAKrs0/s320/100_1504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129561663418053026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-605661717616195240?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/605661717616195240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=605661717616195240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/605661717616195240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/605661717616195240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/11/birthday-presents-and-drawings.html' title='Birthday Presents and Drawings'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/Ry_dEcF-sWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DUGsGxTtyFU/s72-c/100_1508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-6802636804466072961</id><published>2007-11-03T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T18:25:30.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Email From Ashley</title><content type='html'>Ashley: I really want to call you to tell you this because I know you'll laugh, but it's 1:30am, so I won't. I was just looking through my old texts and saw the one you sent me the other night about being hit on. This was maybe the third or fourth time I've read it, and first time I actually read it correctly. If any of my responses didn't make any sense it was because I read it as "Got hit on by an armed man last night." rather than "Got hit on by a one armed man last night." The word "one" was at the end of a line and I somehow managed to skip over it multiple times. Good grief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-6802636804466072961?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/6802636804466072961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=6802636804466072961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/6802636804466072961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/6802636804466072961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/11/email-from-ashley.html' title='An Email From Ashley'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-3086918353364877739</id><published>2007-11-02T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:06:00.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New News!</title><content type='html'>A.  Roxie turned two this Halloween!  Let's look at how the little gal has grown, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/RyvwjsF-sLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Cf6QHawTKJk/s1600-h/100_0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/RyvwjsF-sLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Cf6QHawTKJk/s320/100_0608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128457096613769394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxie in May 2006 after her "time on the street."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/RyvxCsF-sMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lmZ_w2q4jzw/s1600-h/100_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/RyvxCsF-sMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lmZ_w2q4jzw/s320/100_0702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128457629189714114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween 2006.  Roxie's first birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/RyvxqsF-sOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gjhd8d9CwHY/s1600-h/092207_1511%5B00%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/RyvxqsF-sOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gjhd8d9CwHY/s320/092207_1511%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128458316384481506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago while preparing for the Razorback game.  Spoiler Alert: We Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/RyvyHMF-sPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NXeZlQZaO0Y/s1600-h/102007_1002%5B00%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/RyvyHMF-sPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NXeZlQZaO0Y/s320/102007_1002%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128458806010753266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unrelatedly, I found Elvis at a craft show in northwest Arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.  I got that job.  Should start in mid-November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.  I got hit on by a one-armed man with "the crazy eyes" on Halloween.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-3086918353364877739?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/3086918353364877739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=3086918353364877739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/3086918353364877739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/3086918353364877739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-news.html' title='New News!'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/RyvwjsF-sLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Cf6QHawTKJk/s72-c/100_0608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-4422692416838093437</id><published>2007-10-21T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:06:00.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/RxwLXD2dPMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sB1yYMlck0M/s1600-h/10-21-07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/RxwLXD2dPMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sB1yYMlck0M/s320/10-21-07+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123982966839393474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my carving with it lit.  It was really hard to take a picture at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/RxwMJT2dPNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vqlhUNgW9IA/s1600-h/10-21-07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/RxwMJT2dPNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vqlhUNgW9IA/s320/10-21-07+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123983830127819986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This a better picture that I took with the flash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-4422692416838093437?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/4422692416838093437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=4422692416838093437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/4422692416838093437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/4422692416838093437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-picture-of-my-carving-with-it.html' title='My Pumpkin'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_wuY6IOvl4/RxwLXD2dPMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sB1yYMlck0M/s72-c/10-21-07+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-6357649323482254395</id><published>2007-10-16T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:57:13.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things About Me #11 - #20</title><content type='html'>11.  I like candy corn a lot.  I am eating some right now.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Although I was in a sorority, I really dislike sorority girls.  And I live in a college town.&lt;br /&gt;13.  I want to get only Parade, sale papers, and coupons from my Sunday paper.  I can watch The Daily Show for all other news.&lt;br /&gt;14.  I dyed my own eyebrows tonight.  It worked great except the color I picked is too light.  I chose a dark ash blonde, but i guess I need something more brown, because they barely changed color.&lt;br /&gt;15.  I like to doodle.&lt;br /&gt;16.  I like playing Sudoku, and I recently renewed my interest in the game after reading a book called The Sudoku Murders.  I would do a hyperlink, but I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;17.  My favorite new TV show is Chuck on NBC.  If you aren't watching it, you should start.&lt;br /&gt;18.  I do not like to be near birds, and I particularly dislike chickens.  They want to peck my eyes out.  &lt;br /&gt;19.  As a child, I never drank Coke or any soda.  Now, I like Dr. Pepper only.&lt;br /&gt;20.  I use a laser level to hang things.  I got it from my sister-in-law for college graduation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-6357649323482254395?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/6357649323482254395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=6357649323482254395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/6357649323482254395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/6357649323482254395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-about-me-11-20.html' title='Things About Me #11 - #20'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-696164587426518634</id><published>2007-10-16T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:45:02.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need to Make Titles on These</title><content type='html'>Still waiting to hear back from the new job.  Apparently there has been some upheaval at the center and both people I interviewed with have left.  Uh-oh.  However, my recommendation had already been sent to Little Rock, so I should still be hired.  We'll see.  Anyway, I'm still working the other two jobs for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I carved an awesome pumpkin tonight.  I need to take a photo and put it on here.  Anyway, it's freakin' cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-696164587426518634?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/696164587426518634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=696164587426518634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/696164587426518634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/696164587426518634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/10/still-waiting-to-hear-back-from-new-job.html' title='I Need to Make Titles on These'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-7179811476491533857</id><published>2007-10-01T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T17:01:14.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a line on a new job.  A real job.  I'm going to talk to someone at the place tomorrow and go look around on Wednesday, maybe.  That's my only free day this week.  Well, it's not free.  I have to work that afternoon. I hope i like the place so I can get a job there.  They will pay for 90% of school if I decide to go back and learn more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-7179811476491533857?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/7179811476491533857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=7179811476491533857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/7179811476491533857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/7179811476491533857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-got-line-on-new-job.html' title=''/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-6447243476871223345</id><published>2007-09-25T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:20:38.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While I Was Driving...</title><content type='html'>I spent the last few days in central Arkansas visiting a sick relative and a few friends.  On the way back I made a few life realizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am still angry about what my former friends did to me.  For anyone who doesn't know, I won't tell because the details are lengthy and boring.  The short story is that my group of friends from college dropped me like a bad habit for a crappy reason. They also made fun of me on Myspace but not to my real face, so it took me a while to realize and believe what they were doing.  &lt;br /&gt;I cannot get over that whole thing and be at peace until I resolve my anger.  ANy psychologists out there with good ideas?  Or even friends?  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How do I resolve my anger without talking to those with whom I am angry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I may not go back into teaching now.  I like teaching, but I've already done the hard part.  I can start teaching again later in life.  No rush.  I am going to start thinking about other careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  It is a bad idea to join the military.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-6447243476871223345?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/6447243476871223345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=6447243476871223345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/6447243476871223345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/6447243476871223345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/09/while-i-was-driving.html' title='While I Was Driving...'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-456960183029995836</id><published>2007-09-06T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T18:11:17.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried to eat spaghetti from a frozen meal tonight.  I don't recommend it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little nauseous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still hungry because most of the spaghetti is in the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taco Bueno, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-456960183029995836?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/456960183029995836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=456960183029995836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/456960183029995836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/456960183029995836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-tried-to-eat-spaghetti-from-frozen.html' title=''/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-8651495002724795657</id><published>2007-08-17T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:15:31.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not correct, I think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/candle/index.jsp?testname=candleogt&amp;resultid=A" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="120" alt="Take this test at Tickle" src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/candle/images/peach_s.gif" height="115"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Your signature candle is Ginger Peach&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/candle/index.jsp?testname=candleogt&amp;resultid=A" target="_blank"&gt;Which Candle Suits You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" width="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB0PTExODc0MDY4MTE5NTUmcD1UaWNrbGUlMkVjb20mZD0mbj1ibG9nZ2Vy.tif" height="0"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-8651495002724795657?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8651495002724795657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=8651495002724795657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/8651495002724795657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/8651495002724795657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-correct-i-think.html' title='Not correct, I think...'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-3277726061380070506</id><published>2007-08-08T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:13:52.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn it.  I think Mikey has a new girlfriend.  I know I shouldn't care, but for some reason I'm sitting here crying.  Stupid boys.  Crazy girls.  Oh well, it's my thing to get over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, Ashley, as the only person who reads this, along with Katie who as wisely dumped social networking applications, I really NEED to get off Facebook.  For the same reason I had to get off MySpace.  I can't help but go look at his page every few weeks, and then this happens.  Hell, probably most of that crap that went down in April/May would have never been so bad if I didn't have such an easy way to snoop on people.  Think about it, I would have never known they were making fun of me.  I would never have posted that blog.  I would never have gotten in those arguments, and my good day would not have been ruined by one little comment post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Ashley, as the only person who ever contacts me on Facebook, I am asking your permission to leave.  Maybe I'll start again someday, but right now, it just doesn't seem worth the pain it causes me to realize just how few people want to interact with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-3277726061380070506?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/3277726061380070506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=3277726061380070506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/3277726061380070506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/3277726061380070506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/08/damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-6683814393698727208</id><published>2007-08-04T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T17:31:52.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like cats, but I did this anyway.  This is ironically accurate.  I'm weirdly proportioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think I might go see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0440963/"&gt;The Bourne Ultimatum&lt;/a&gt;.  By myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry for me.  I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="testResultInfo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;h1&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Your Score&lt;!--/t--&gt;: &lt;span&gt;Longcat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;h2&gt;74%  Affectionate, 43%  Excitable, 35%  Hungry&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;div id="testResultInfoImg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/users/410/202/4102022445444324283/mt418334748.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Protector of truth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slayer of darkness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loooooong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longcat may seem like just a regular lengthy cat, but he is, in fact, looong. For proof, observe the &lt;a href="http://longc.at/longcat.html"&gt;longpic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is prophesized that Longcat and his archnemesis Tacgnol will battle for supremacy on Caturday. The outcome will change the face of the world, and indeed the very fabric of lolcatdom, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful that the test has chosen you, and only you, to have this title. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see all possible results, checka &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/journal?pid=16057073667375255014&amp;tuid=4102022445444324283"&gt;dis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/6348388576689378978/Which-Lolcat-Are-You-'&gt;The Which Lolcat Are You? Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=GumOtaku'&gt;GumOtaku&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;OkCupid&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test'&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;!--/t--&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-6683814393698727208?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/6683814393698727208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=6683814393698727208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/6683814393698727208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/6683814393698727208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-like-cats-but-i-did-this-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-380439168999400476</id><published>2007-07-31T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:25:35.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pretty much settled in to my new home.  I've gotten a part time job at the mall.  I won't make enough to survive, but I'm hoping that when school starts I'll be able to sub often enough to not need another job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am typing, Roxie is standing on the computer.  This is her way of telling me to get off the computer and play.  I'm thirsty for orange juice.  A doctor told me it would help my iron absorb better.  I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-380439168999400476?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/380439168999400476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=380439168999400476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/380439168999400476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/380439168999400476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-pretty-much-settled-in-to-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-4615795029410216561</id><published>2007-07-18T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:25:39.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm he-e-e-re!</title><content type='html'>The move is over.  Now I just need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I will be able to get a teaching job because I'm kind of late in the game.  Of course, last time I got a job, I had the interview before I filled out an application, and that was the week before school starts.  We'll see. I've updated my resume and created and printed cover letters for every district in the area.  Now, I have to distribute them and also try to get a part-time job to fill the space.  I applied at a couple of places at the mall, but I have not heard back form them.  I am going to apply at a shoe store tomorrow and stop by those other places to see if I can talk to anybody.  I think that just by looking at my info, I appear to be way overqualified for sales.  I've got to talk to them to let them know I'm not expecting them to pay me my old salary to work a register and field questions about clothing products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have to go to a temp service.  Anyone know anything about those places?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-4615795029410216561?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/4615795029410216561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=4615795029410216561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/4615795029410216561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/4615795029410216561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-he-e-e-re.html' title='I&apos;m he-e-e-re!'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-1500644388520291959</id><published>2007-07-02T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:57:20.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets Revealed</title><content type='html'>Wellza, I'ze be all packed and ready to roll. I'm extremely excited about moving. The downside is that I'll be a bit farther from Little Rock than I am now. That means fewer visits to my brother's home. I also don't have a job, which is something that is hard to explain to the utility companies and such. I'm not worried, but everyone else is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with an old friend Saturday. In fact, along with another girl I grew up with, he is in fact the friend I have had the longest. We didn't talk for years when we were in college, you know, we both were doing our own thing at different schools, but when the other old friend I mentioned got married, we came across each other again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-1500644388520291959?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/1500644388520291959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=1500644388520291959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/1500644388520291959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/1500644388520291959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/07/wellza-ize-be-all-packed-and-ready-to.html' title='Secrets Revealed'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-6722438462544805126</id><published>2007-06-28T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:37:43.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody's Been Sleeping in My Bed...</title><content type='html'>Wowzers.  Someone has been here.  A few times.  Leave me a comment so I'll know who you are.  I'd probably be encouraged to write more if I thought people were reading this.  I mostly just write when I need to, but I always want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-6722438462544805126?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/6722438462544805126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=6722438462544805126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/6722438462544805126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/6722438462544805126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/06/somebodys-been-sleeping-in-my-bed.html' title='Somebody&apos;s Been Sleeping in My Bed...'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-8246588133567447482</id><published>2007-06-28T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T20:06:20.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo</title><content type='html'>Hey! I'm packing! In fact, I'm moving on, both literally and figuratively. I'm moving to another area of the sate next weekend, and I'm slowly but surely getting over Mikey and his stupidity. I'm beginning to appreciate life again and have regained my music (a saying I used in college was, "Never lose the music.") It refers to how I am constantly singing songs and thinking songs in my head. When I begin to feel down, the music decreases, too. Well, I've got my music back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-8246588133567447482?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8246588133567447482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=8246588133567447482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/8246588133567447482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/8246588133567447482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-im-packing-in-fact-im-moving-on.html' title='Woohoo'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-4047332017189823286</id><published>2007-06-20T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T20:05:21.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Night</title><content type='html'>It's 1:40 a.m. I can't sleep. I did, however, cry for an hour while laying in bed. So sad, I know. I knew I would cry inevitably, so I got up and am now sitting in the living room watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Women's&lt;/span&gt; Ninja Warrior and typing this. Roxie, the dog, had a hard time making herself come in here with me. She really wanted to stay in bed and went back there for a few minutes to see if that would entice me to return. When she realized I wasn't coming, she returned to me and is now at my side. Sweet dog, long sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have turned into a sad person. I still have the old happiness sometimes, but generally, I feel sad. I feel abandoned and left behind, but worst of all, I feel hopeless. I know I shouldn't feel that way, but I do. Tomorrow, someone will tell me I can't let him get me down. I don't want to feel this way, nevertheless, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stalled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-4047332017189823286?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/4047332017189823286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=4047332017189823286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/4047332017189823286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/4047332017189823286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-140.html' title='Bad Night'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-8367261852387042891</id><published>2007-06-11T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T20:04:55.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things about me #1 - #10</title><content type='html'>1. I have a dog. Her name is Roxie. She is a Chaweiner Terrier.&lt;br /&gt;2. Every year I forget how hot summer gets down here.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm just resigned from my teaching job of three years so I can move to another area of the state.&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't have a job/plan in said new area.&lt;br /&gt;5. My boyfriend of nine months just broke up with me. He will also be moving to the new area.&lt;br /&gt;6. I think I have bad circulation in my feet. They are always cold.&lt;br /&gt;7. I think they should hire me to do Sonic commercials.&lt;br /&gt;8. I love to swim. I go to the local indoor pool and swim laps on a semi-often basis.&lt;br /&gt;9. I don't like reality TV, except Survivor and Amazing Race. Go CBS!&lt;br /&gt;10. I also have a pet toad named El Senor. He is a classroom pet that no longer has a classroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-8367261852387042891?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8367261852387042891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=8367261852387042891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/8367261852387042891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/8367261852387042891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-about-me-1-10-1.html' title='Things about me #1 - #10'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763218964311884177.post-2756206657438552665</id><published>2007-06-08T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T20:04:05.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning Again</title><content type='html'>Well. Here I am. Starting again. This is my fourth beginning in the blog world. I have no idea how many beginnings I have had in the real world. I probably won't post often if the past blogs are an indicator. I write when I need to get things out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763218964311884177-2756206657438552665?l=newestbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2756206657438552665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3763218964311884177&amp;postID=2756206657438552665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/2756206657438552665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763218964311884177/posts/default/2756206657438552665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newestbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/06/well.html' title='Beginning Again'/><author><name>skh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10335030307115581006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
