<?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-7866611870721936743</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:04:18.265-08:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='Wicked'/><category term='dad'/><category term='books'/><category term='free'/><category term='suspension'/><category term='cheap'/><category term='rent'/><category term='CiCi&apos;s'/><category term='packing'/><category term='Square Lotus'/><category term='Martin Luther King'/><category term='daily'/><category term='summer'/><category term='apartment manager'/><category term='savings'/><category term='Deer in Headlights'/><category term='The Gilmore Girls'/><category term='karaoke'/><category term='parking'/><category term='drawings'/><category term='kids'/><category term='summertime'/><category term='good deal'/><category term='singing'/><category term='Baldy'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='brain'/><category term='nap'/><category term='cats'/><category term='experiment'/><category term='pizza'/><category term='soy'/><category term='flossing'/><category term='church'/><category term='August'/><category term='dental'/><category term='choices'/><category term='staff meetings'/><category term='survivor'/><category term='meetings'/><category term='integrated teaching'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Mexico'/><category term='weight'/><category term='The Signature'/><category term='den'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='the blues'/><category term='moving'/><category term='education'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='parades'/><category term='classroom climate'/><category term='buzz words'/><category term='excuses'/><category term='wine'/><category term='mantra'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='hot dogs'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='yoga'/><category term='water'/><category term='planning'/><category term='presents'/><category term='Highlights'/><category term='clearance'/><category term='children&apos;s books'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Rice Krispie Treats'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='smores'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='adoption'/><category term='first day'/><category term='sangria'/><category term='Houston'/><category term='math'/><category term='recycling'/><category term='photography'/><category term='gym'/><category term='co-worker'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='music'/><category term='new kid'/><category term='fans'/><category term='water aerobics'/><category term='social studies'/><category term='Mt. Si'/><category term='Corona'/><category term='first year teaching'/><category term='headaches'/><category term='discipline'/><category term='vegetarian'/><category term='weird'/><category term='supplies'/><category term='hot'/><category term='behavior problems'/><category term='writing'/><category term='fitness'/><category term='good intentions'/><category term='healthy'/><category term='beer'/><category term='sad'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Sunday nights'/><category term='adult beverages'/><category term='guilty pleasures'/><category term='chocolates'/><category term='bingo'/><category term='bedtime'/><category term='storage'/><category term='art'/><category term='projects'/><category term='diary'/><category term='working out'/><category term='urbanite mommy'/><category term='travel'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='hiking'/><category term='tips'/><category term='teacher'/><category term='family'/><category term='sun'/><category 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term='positive'/><category term='workout'/><category term='principal'/><category term='crying'/><category term='salad'/><category term='drool'/><category term='photos'/><category term='assembly'/><category term='procedures'/><category term='Seattle'/><category term='memories'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='proactive'/><category term='forms'/><category term='free stuff'/><category term='PTA'/><category term='football'/><category term='crazy counselor'/><category term='papers'/><category term='thinking'/><category term='friends'/><category term='back to school'/><category term='teachers'/><category term='stress'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='coupons'/><category term='students'/><category term='Target'/><category term='party'/><category term='goals'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='relaxation'/><category term='lunch'/><category term='Texas'/><category term='mexican food'/><category term='parents'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='snacking'/><category term='food'/><category term='Mookie'/><category term='festivals'/><category term='prep'/><category term='weekly'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='habits'/><category term='swearing'/><category term='schoolwork'/><category term='progress'/><title type='text'>Pigtailed Teacher</title><subtitle type='html'>Info, insights, and other random bits from the pigtailed teacher</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-2523773978515992384</id><published>2010-08-25T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:18:08.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mantra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>I Need A New Mantra</title><content type='html'>With the first day of school fast approaching, I feel I need to pick a new, more positive mantra to use throughout the year (Last year I went back and forth between "I don't wanna go to school," and "I don't wanna be a teacher.")  Anyone out there have any tips for getting in a positive mental state for the beginning of the school year?  &lt;div&gt;Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Pigtailed Teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-2523773978515992384?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2523773978515992384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-new-mantra.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/2523773978515992384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/2523773978515992384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-new-mantra.html' title='I Need A New Mantra'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-8320671941978922429</id><published>2010-08-11T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:17:57.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snacking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zumba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy'/><title type='text'>What I've Learned So Far...</title><content type='html'>Since I've been working out, I've remembered a few things I use to know about being getting shape:  &lt;div&gt;1.  When I workout, I generally want to eat healthier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  I need to make exercising a priority and that means every week I need to schedule where I'm working out and when...&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; then make sure I stick to my plan!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  If I'm hungry (or just want to snack on something), I should probably eat a fruit or vegetable (which means I need to cut up the fruit and/or cook the veggies before I'm starving).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  When I'm cooking I need to chew gum so I don't snack mindlessly.  I also need to have someone else put the food away after dinner or else I'll keep munching away.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Today was Zumba class at &lt;b&gt;Sonny Newman's Dance Studio&lt;/b&gt; (http://www.sonnynewmansdancehall.com/Dance/Home.html  The instructor could have been a Saturday Night Live character and the moves involved a lot of bootie shakin' and hip isolations.  Quite the workout!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-8320671941978922429?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8320671941978922429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-ive-learned-so-far.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8320671941978922429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8320671941978922429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-ive-learned-so-far.html' title='What I&apos;ve Learned So Far...'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-4475000367952216954</id><published>2010-08-06T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T21:18:00.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aerobics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proactive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>I Did It!</title><content type='html'>I did it...I made it back to the gym!  Well, not the same gym, but I made it to another workout today.  You see, I'm trying to find a place to workout before the stressful days of teaching kick in and I forget about getting in shape.  As a teacher we're trained to be proactive in respects to our students' behavior, so I was thinking, why not try it with my own? I figure I'll have a better chance of being successful and getting healthy if I have a great gym picked out by the end of the summer.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, on Wednesday I tried a "bodystep" class at &lt;b&gt;Community Fitness&lt;/b&gt; (http://communityfitness.com/).  I may be along the right track with this place.  I love taking classes and that's what this place specializes in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's place, &lt;b&gt;Yogalife&lt;/b&gt; (http://www.yogalife.com/), was very helpful and friendly, but they only have yoga classes and I'm looking for a little more diversity than that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday I'll be heading back to &lt;b&gt;Community Fitness &lt;/b&gt;to try a zumba class with a different instructor.  I'll let you know how that goes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-4475000367952216954?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4475000367952216954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/4475000367952216954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/4475000367952216954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-did-it.html' title='I Did It!'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-8545877222015320802</id><published>2010-08-04T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:51:42.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good intentions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summertime Good Intentions</title><content type='html'>I have so many good intentions this summer...to read, cook, write, blog, travel, nap, hang out with friends, watch movies, go to festivals, decorate our apartment, go to happy hours...anything to help me forget about the trying year I had teaching third grade.  Other, slightly more complex goals include trying to figure out what I want to do instead of teaching, how to get out of debt and someday afford a house, and how to get in shape and stay that way.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I've been doing a good job of balancing being productive this summer and enjoying &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; being productive.  (Oh the joy of not setting the alarm clock!) Unfortunately I'm starting to realize that my summer is half over, and I need to focus a little if I want to cross a few more things off my list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is exactly why I finally got myself to an aerobic class today.  I huffed and puffed my way though class and was so inspired by this act of healthiness that I came home, showered, and made a tasty dinner of whole wheat pasta with a doctored-up store bought red sauce (think fresh tomatoes, mushrooms, and zucchini) with a side of roasted cauliflower, onions, and mushrooms.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully it won't take me so long to get back onto the gym again...   :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-8545877222015320802?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8545877222015320802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-so-many-good-intentions-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8545877222015320802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8545877222015320802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-so-many-good-intentions-this.html' title='Summertime Good Intentions'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-6045988201178396214</id><published>2010-08-01T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:47:57.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summertime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>A New Start!</title><content type='html'>Today I bought a used laptop from a friend of mine, and I've decided to use this event as a catalyst for getting back on the blogging horse.  Look for lots of fun summer updates and reflections about my last year of teaching!  &lt;div&gt;-P.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-6045988201178396214?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6045988201178396214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6045988201178396214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6045988201178396214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-start.html' title='A New Start!'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-7372663208839759028</id><published>2010-06-16T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:51:36.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspension'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deer in Headlights Two'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summertime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Four Days Left!!!</title><content type='html'>I think it was on June 1st when I realized I could make it until the end of the year.  Now that the last day of school is finally in sight on the calendar, I'm starting to breathe a little easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last update New Kid was suspended for three days (out of school suspension, finally!).  It was for deliberately throwing a ball at a girl's head, hitting her smack in the ear, then throwing the ball at the two friends who stuck up for her, and for yelling in one friend's ear so loudly that it hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to New Kid's antics, I've also had to deal with what the teachers are calling "The Great Chocolate Heist of 2010," and Dear in Headlights Two's decision to be mean to people and then lie about it.  I'll be sharing both of these "great" stories this summer, when I have time to give them the proper attention they deserve.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone out there is surviving the last few days of school and dreaming of fun ways to enjoy the summer months.  What are you looking forward to this summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pigtailed Teacher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-7372663208839759028?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7372663208839759028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/06/four-days-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/7372663208839759028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/7372663208839759028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/06/four-days-left.html' title='Four Days Left!!!'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-6295361477416340148</id><published>2010-05-16T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:49:13.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special ed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy counselor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspension'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recess'/><title type='text'>New Kid's Follow-Up Suspension Meeting</title><content type='html'>After New Kid was suspended (&lt;a href="http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-to-start.html"&gt;http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-to-start.html&lt;/a&gt;), a meeting with his mom was scheduled.  The original incident happened on Thursday, so New Kid did day one of in-house on Friday (and missed the school walk-a-thon).  He was supposed to do day two on Monday...the same day as his mom's meeting with the principal, the school psychologist, the school part-time counselor, resource teacher, school nurse, and me, but he didn't show up to school and neither did his mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No phone call, no e-mail, nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"How are we suppose to help support your child when you won't support us, Mom?!?!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the meeting without Mom, and we're finally talking about what's the right placement for this kid, especially for next year.  We decided to invite a behavioral specialist into my classroom to observe the student, a higher-up in the special ed world was called for consultation, a new behavioral plan was put into place for him, and several other things were discussed.  I did my best not to get overwhelmed and cry in front of my co-workers, but I think everyone in the meeting knew I was upset and concerned about the well-being of the other students in my class (and for myself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When New Kid came back on Tuesday he did his second day of in-house suspension (while missing a field trip to the theater) and then he started two weeks of supervised recess...that means he gets to walk around with the recess supervisors and watch the other kids play.  I'll be giving you all more details about that next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pigtailed Teacher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-6295361477416340148?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6295361477416340148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-kids-follow-up-suspension-meeting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6295361477416340148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6295361477416340148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-kids-follow-up-suspension-meeting.html' title='New Kid&apos;s Follow-Up Suspension Meeting'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-6558348848936905866</id><published>2010-05-09T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:32:24.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='principal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy counselor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='substitute'/><title type='text'>Where to Start?</title><content type='html'>I've been MIA for three weeks, so it's hard to decide where to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How about New Kid's two day, in-house suspension?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 21st, a Wednesday, I went to an all-day training with my principal and four of my co-workers.  According to the note my sub left me, New Kid was a complete jerk to her, had a meltdown, refused to go to the office, etc.  As my sub put it, "I felt like I had been drug behind a truck." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I returned to class on Thursday, I met with New Kid to discuss the consequences, including the fact that he probably wasn't going on the field trip with us the next week.  He was a little upset, but seemed to understand.  From there though, the day went downhill.  Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here's what I wrote in my journal:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  "New Kid acted up a little during writing, then a bunch more in math-knocked his pencil box [over] in the process &amp;amp; he got got very angry &amp;amp; I sent for the Crazy Counselor [who was filling in for the principal while she was out of the building for two days].  Crazy Counselor let him play a "video game" [to calm him down]."  Then, as I was bringing the kids in from lunch recess, New Kid bounced a ball off the wall above the doorway.  Right after I told him not to do that, as I turned to walk back to the front of my line, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;he bounced the ball off the back of my head!!! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I whipped around &amp;amp; told him I was so mad, rushed to the office, threw the secretary in with my class &amp;amp; had a breakdown in the back office."  My head was fine, but I was so mad and frustrated that I couldn't help but cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, New Kid got in-house suspension for two days, missed the field trip, had to write me an apology and we scheduled a meeting with his mom for the following Monday.  Next time I'll tell you about the meeting and the flying scissors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-6558348848936905866?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6558348848936905866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-to-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6558348848936905866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6558348848936905866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-to-start.html' title='Where to Start?'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-8122919540067894149</id><published>2010-04-18T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:24:12.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highlights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='co-worker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior problems'/><title type='text'>More From My Teacher's Diary</title><content type='html'>The week after spring break proved to be something of an anomaly for me...New Kid was out for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;three days&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in a row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day both Highlights and he were gone. What a difference those two make!!! During math time I had all my kids on task, working quietly in pairs, spread out around the room, with soothing, classical music playing in the background. It was so picture perfect I had to run across the hallway and get one of my coworkers. She took one look around the room and nodded her head in approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I filled her in on who was absent, her own eyes lit up with understanding...her naughty boy, who has behaviors and academic problems similar to New Kid, had just gone home sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We smiled, high-fived, and went on to enjoy a calm and productive afternoon with our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I did enjoy my time without New Kid immensely, it did make me a little depressed. As I wrote in my teacher's diary, "(It's) sad that they make such a negative difference. I gave the class an extra 15 minute recess and they were so happy." I can't normally do that sort of thing when New Kid is around and most of my class does deserve fun, little surprise like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, only nine weeks left...let the countdown begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-8122919540067894149?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8122919540067894149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-from-my-teachers-diary.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8122919540067894149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8122919540067894149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-from-my-teachers-diary.html' title='More From My Teacher&apos;s Diary'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-908427883113585942</id><published>2010-04-15T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:59:14.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='staff meetings'/><title type='text'>Crabby, Crabby Teacher</title><content type='html'>Yup, this week I've been a crabby, crabby teacher. I'm chocking it up to a combination of stress, random parent meetings, rowdy kids, PMS, an old cat who wants to play at five in the morning, loads of papers to correct, more stress, starting to feel slightly under the weather, stupid (before school!) staff meetings, etc...the normal sort of teacher crap. And even though I knew I had been snapping at the kids a little more than usual, I thought I had been pretty good about hiding my bad mood from my third graders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was wrong. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker came in right after school and asked if there was a specific reason why two of my boys left the room singing, "Highway to Hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not the only one feeling the stress.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-908427883113585942?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/908427883113585942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/04/crabby-crabby-teacher.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/908427883113585942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/908427883113585942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/04/crabby-crabby-teacher.html' title='Crabby, Crabby Teacher'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-5846536265675455790</id><published>2010-04-04T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:02:59.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good intentions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday nights'/><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>For the past nine days I've completely enjoyed not being a teacher.  I've thoroughly devoted myself to sleeping in, going to the movies, reading for pleasure, going to happy hours, writing letters, watching mindless tv, napping with the cat, hanging out with friends and family, and getting things done around the house.  Not teaching even makes things like doctor visits, trips to Costco, and vet check-ups not so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at 8 o'clock on Sunday night, I'm pulling out my "bag of good intentions" to make sure I at least have a rough idea of what I'm teaching tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I only have ten more weeks until summer vacation...unless I decide to teach summer school, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy vay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-5846536265675455790?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5846536265675455790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/5846536265675455790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/5846536265675455790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-7667288680212135505</id><published>2010-03-07T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:50:30.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highlights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deer in Headlights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>More From My Teacher's Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Here are some things I've written recently in my daily planner/teacher's diary:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"(New Kid's) meltdown continues...talking back all day..."I don't want to. I don't have to. No." Crawling under the tables. Not doing his work. So, after giving him choices and him not talking to me, I decided to call home. He cried, he yelled, and I listened to "Birthday Sex, " on his mom's phone. Refused to leave the room, so I had to call for the principal. He was out for over an hour."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Kids were very chatty today-sort of like rainy day recess w/out the rain."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Deer in Headlights did talk to his mom, but he's still a liar. Told the librarian he was talking about bleach." (And not b**ch...whatever!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Took away New Kid's Ipod." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"At Highlight's home, the gentleman (on the phone) didn't want to take my phone number." (I wonder why she never called me back? Hmm...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Had a drink at dinner."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-7667288680212135505?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7667288680212135505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-from-my-teachers-diary.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/7667288680212135505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/7667288680212135505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-from-my-teachers-diary.html' title='More From My Teacher&apos;s Diary'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-5352587074457902250</id><published>2010-03-03T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:46:43.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martin Luther King'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first year teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='integrated teaching'/><title type='text'>MLK Artwork</title><content type='html'>As part of our month long, integrated unit on Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and the civil rights movement, I had my students randomly pick an event from the civil rights timeline and make a collage to represent their particular event...in the style of Henri Matisse (Why Matisse? I don't know? I guess because I like him and we rarely have a chance to do art and my parent art docent sucks this year...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Anyway, here are some of my favorites (in no particular order):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4FxclsjwcI/AAAAAAAAAf0/43Bqi5h4Sm8/s1600-h/january+and+february+pictures+2010+290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 310px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440754560809550274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4FxclsjwcI/AAAAAAAAAf0/43Bqi5h4Sm8/s320/january+and+february+pictures+2010+290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's when Martin Luther King was named, "Man of the Year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4FxcFXZuhI/AAAAAAAAAfs/W_7IkHTZAlU/s1600-h/january+and+february+pictures+2010+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440754552130877970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4FxcFXZuhI/AAAAAAAAAfs/W_7IkHTZAlU/s320/january+and+february+pictures+2010+287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, it's baby Martin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4Fxb-Dt-fI/AAAAAAAAAfk/8FEtttslHv0/s1600-h/january+and+february+pictures+2010+291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 308px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440754550169270770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4Fxb-Dt-fI/AAAAAAAAAfk/8FEtttslHv0/s320/january+and+february+pictures+2010+291.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Dr. King giving one of his speeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4FxbEbTwDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/5dDrtsRaezE/s1600-h/january+and+february+pictures+2010+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440754534698958898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4FxbEbTwDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/5dDrtsRaezE/s320/january+and+february+pictures+2010+277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I know that the guy on the far right is King and that the other guy is stabbing him (which really happened), but I'm not sure who the guy on the left is and why he seems to be holding a laser gun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4Fxa5FQiHI/AAAAAAAAAfU/v4QToJEbyrg/s1600-h/january+and+february+pictures+2010+289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 315px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440754531653683314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4Fxa5FQiHI/AAAAAAAAAfU/v4QToJEbyrg/s320/january+and+february+pictures+2010+289.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Martin giving his, "I Have a Dream" speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4Fua8UDF7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/otmBq7cmpUY/s1600-h/january+and+february+pictures+2010+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440751233986140082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4Fua8UDF7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/otmBq7cmpUY/s320/january+and+february+pictures+2010+288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is when Dr. King and civil rights activist Ralph Abernathy were put in jail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4FuaZ8sa2I/AAAAAAAAAfE/FIwHkYbv-DI/s1600-h/january+and+february+pictures+2010+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440751224761379682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4FuaZ8sa2I/AAAAAAAAAfE/FIwHkYbv-DI/s320/january+and+february+pictures+2010+281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this is when Dr. King graduated high school at 15 and went to college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4FuZ3uowXI/AAAAAAAAAe8/1nGrE69r5eY/s1600-h/january+and+february+pictures+2010+279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440751215575613810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4FuZ3uowXI/AAAAAAAAAe8/1nGrE69r5eY/s320/january+and+february+pictures+2010+279.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a portrait of Rosa Parks. I think she looks rather Jamaican, don't you? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4FuZJNiKOI/AAAAAAAAAe0/jTOMLjHg0Ac/s1600-h/january+and+february+pictures+2010+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440751203088738530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4FuZJNiKOI/AAAAAAAAAe0/jTOMLjHg0Ac/s320/january+and+february+pictures+2010+278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of many times Martin Luther King went to jail. I love his mustache in this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4FuYV4H-VI/AAAAAAAAAes/ba1zWZ0u_DU/s1600-h/january+and+february+pictures+2010+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440751189308733778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4FuYV4H-VI/AAAAAAAAAes/ba1zWZ0u_DU/s320/january+and+february+pictures+2010+272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's when Martin Luther King and Coretta Scott got married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-5352587074457902250?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5352587074457902250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/02/mlk-artwork.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/5352587074457902250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/5352587074457902250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/02/mlk-artwork.html' title='MLK Artwork'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4FxclsjwcI/AAAAAAAAAf0/43Bqi5h4Sm8/s72-c/january+and+february+pictures+2010+290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-8074878139298239819</id><published>2010-02-27T08:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:43:14.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolates'/><title type='text'>The New Kid + A Shoulder = Chocolates?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week before mid-winter break was a rough one. That Tuesday New Kid finally crossed the all important line I had hoped he wouldn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He got physical.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had been working at a table with several other kids on an art project when apparently Eeyore said something he didn't like.  So, New Kid started poking holes in Eeyore's project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First I asked him to move back to his desk to work. Then I &lt;em&gt;told&lt;/em&gt; him to move. New Kid got angrier and angrier. Then I told him he could work at his table or in the hallway. He continued to get angrier. Finally, he grabbed his art supplies, construction paper in one hand, scissors in the other, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shoulder checked me twice as he walked out the door!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At that point I had an internal conversation with myself. It went something like this, &lt;em&gt;"What the hell?!?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Did he just do what I think he did?!?" "Did he really?" "Yes.  He did!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought New Kid was heading to the work table in the hallway, so I quickly and calmly had one of my other students go get the principal. (My classroom happens to be the closest one to the office.) I stood in the doorway to make sure New Kid was at the table, but instead he was already walking himself to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Long story short, New Kid spent most of that afternoon in the office and had a day of in-school suspension on Thursday. That Friday, the day of our Valentine's day party, New Kid walks in and states that he has something in his backpack for me. And something for the principal. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4lejzyYaBI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ofALrozxxOY/s1600-h/january+and+february+pictures+2010+310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442985593943910418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4lejzyYaBI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ofALrozxxOY/s320/january+and+february+pictures+2010+310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A box of Valentine's Day chocolates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No "Happy Valentine's Day," or "I'm sorry I'm a punk and cause you all sorts of problems." Just a, "Here," and the handing off of the red roses, heart-shaped box of chocolates from his backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess you take an apology however it comes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The funniest part of this whole incident is finding out what got New Kid so riled up in the first place. I guess Eeyore said New Kid's brother, "had a fat butt cheek." Yup, that's it. That's what started this whole thing...a large derriere, a big bootie, an oversized gluteus maximus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third graders are so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443488940883440706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4soWdQf9EI/AAAAAAAAAhA/aD6gHtgF5EM/s320/january+and+february+pictures+2010+315.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Here's me looking a little suspicious...To eat or not to eat, that is the question!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-8074878139298239819?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8074878139298239819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-kid-shoulder-chocolates.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8074878139298239819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8074878139298239819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-kid-shoulder-chocolates.html' title='The New Kid + A Shoulder = Chocolates?'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S4lejzyYaBI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ofALrozxxOY/s72-c/january+and+february+pictures+2010+310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-6207122214220930405</id><published>2010-02-24T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T06:40:00.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highlights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deer in Headlights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eeyore'/><title type='text'>Quotes From My Daily Planner</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of the school year, Urbanite Mommy (&lt;a href="http://mom3908.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mom3908.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) gave me a personalized daily planner. At first I used it to write down the occasional meeting or doctor appointment, but it quickly became lost in my bag of good intentions. But in January I decided to re-purpose the planner into my "daily reflection/get these crazy kids out of my head/I'd better make note of this" teacher's diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are some of things I've written down in the past month and a half:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"New Kid has been off. Today I walked outside to pick the kids up at recess and see him swinging Highlights around in a circle...by one arm!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Deer in Headlights apparently threatened someone during chess today...chess!?!? of all things!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Highlights kissed Eeyore at recess."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"New Kid wore a fake tattoo sleeve today." (Boy, I wish I had my camera!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Someone was overheard at recess saying, 'Get it done, get it done, get it done. Make a baby, make a baby, make a baby.'"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/7866611870721936743-6207122214220930405?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6207122214220930405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/02/quotes-from-my-daily-planner.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6207122214220930405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6207122214220930405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/02/quotes-from-my-daily-planner.html' title='Quotes From My Daily Planner'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-6630090298456009836</id><published>2010-02-20T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:30:24.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rice Krispie Treats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duff Goldman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Can Marshmallows Go Bad?</title><content type='html'>As part of my research for finding (or creating) a job that isn't too stressful, pays okay, and is fun, I decided to try my hand at making Rice Krispie treats (Who knows...maybe I'm suppose to be the Duff Goldman of the buttery-marhmallowy-Rice Krispie world?!?!) Anyway, I decided to make some "Salted Brown Butter Rice Krispie Treats" since I had most of the ingredients already in my house. Unfortunately, they weren't the freshest or most exact ingredients ever...slightly past the "use by date" mini marshmallows, mostly crispy Rice Krispies, and table salt instead of sea salt. I did run into some problems melting the marshmallows, but the end result actually tasted yummy, especially the ones I put chocolate chips on! I can't wait to try making them again...after I hit the grocery store, that is! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-34f310ca79c41262" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34f310ca79c41262%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329841590%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62DF91569E031485AE8CD92516B6D22AC687BBAC.4A61E841B2D3A76211211EBE6EBDE2C3D36167BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34f310ca79c41262%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dh3RYLhh13YJJLxj_6bdtHdtXeR4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34f310ca79c41262%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329841590%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62DF91569E031485AE8CD92516B6D22AC687BBAC.4A61E841B2D3A76211211EBE6EBDE2C3D36167BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34f310ca79c41262%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dh3RYLhh13YJJLxj_6bdtHdtXeR4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-6630090298456009836?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=34f310ca79c41262&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6630090298456009836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-marshmallows-go-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6630090298456009836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6630090298456009836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-marshmallows-go-bad.html' title='Can Marshmallows Go Bad?'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-5941314203826519707</id><published>2010-02-07T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:30:24.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Fill In the Blank</title><content type='html'>I recently met up with a friend of mine who spent the last three years teaching in Thailand. Now that she's back, she's decided to, "Give the photography thing a try," and has started her own photography business. (&lt;a href="http://www.clearlykatie.com/"&gt;http://www.clearlykatie.com/&lt;/a&gt;) It was so inspirational to hear how she is following her dream, while not taking it too seriously and getting way uptight about it...or at least that's how she made it seem. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our conversation got me thinking again about, "What I want to be when I grow up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I like teaching, but I don't love it. I find that I take home too much work, both mentally and physically, and that I don't think I'll ever be the amazing, creative teacher I know I could be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I've got too many kids in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; class and not enough classroom support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been replaying what my friend said and trying to figure out what I could give a try. "I think I'll give ____________ a try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, I don't know what my "Blank" should be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of ideas; some of them are time consuming, some are creative, some require more schooling, some come with low stress, and others with a pay cut. Some require working in the summer, while others cost money to start up. I made a pro/con list for my ideas, but I still don't know what my "Blank" should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas for narrowing down the possibilities? How do I find a job that I LOVE, not just &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt;? And for those of you out there that do love your jobs, what makes your job so great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pigtailed Teacher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-5941314203826519707?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5941314203826519707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/01/fill-in-blank.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/5941314203826519707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/5941314203826519707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/01/fill-in-blank.html' title='Fill In the Blank'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-4408271731614704932</id><published>2010-01-31T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:05:06.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bingo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult beverages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke'/><title type='text'>Bingo + Karaoke = A Good Time For All!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S2Z9xRTRzXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ljL3TJXXi2I/s1600-h/camera+december+2009+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433168285880405362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S2Z9xRTRzXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ljL3TJXXi2I/s400/camera+december+2009+182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night a group of us hit the Greenwood Senior Center in Seattle for some bing0-karaoke fun. (&lt;a href="http://www.greenwoodseniorcenter.org/"&gt;http://www.greenwoodseniorcenter.org/&lt;/a&gt;) Some of us went early for the $5 spaghetti feed, while others came at 7pm for the main event. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433171079207388866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S2aAT3QVBsI/AAAAAAAAAek/eehOt5IXNVY/s320/camera+december+2009+253.jpg" /&gt;Now you may be wondering why a bunch of 30/40 somethings would want to hang out at the senior center on a Friday night, but you have to understand that this event has become the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;hippest place to be on the first Friday of the month&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! There's an eclectic mix of all ages, and the wine and beer only cost $3. The music is great, and the crowd is rowdy! This time over 160 people reserved tables, which was good since they ended up turning away people at the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S2Z9yV36URI/AAAAAAAAAec/IwwX5RonjXE/s1600-h/camera+december+2009+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433168304287666450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S2Z9yV36URI/AAAAAAAAAec/IwwX5RonjXE/s400/camera+december+2009+217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If you're ever in the neighborhood on the first Friday of the month, you should check it out for yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-4408271731614704932?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4408271731614704932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/01/bingo-karaoke-good-time-by-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/4408271731614704932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/4408271731614704932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/01/bingo-karaoke-good-time-by-all.html' title='Bingo + Karaoke = A Good Time For All!'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S2Z9xRTRzXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ljL3TJXXi2I/s72-c/camera+december+2009+182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-8414783766924119612</id><published>2010-01-24T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:51:17.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highlights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D.H.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>A Week in Review</title><content type='html'>Since the beginning of the new year I've been trying to jot down notes about how school went. I'm keeping the entries short and sweet, just enough to remember all the crazy ups and downs of the classroom. Here's some of the more stressful moments of this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One student (Let's call him "D.H." for Dear in Headlights...what he looks like when he gets in trouble and tries to play dumb) threatened another student while playing chess...chess, of all things!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I called New Kid's mom's cell phone to let her know about the incident report coming home in his backpack. Didn't get to talk to mom, but listened to her ring back tone..."Birthday Sex" by Jeremih. (If you haven't heard it before, you might want to look it up and give it a listen. It gives this story so much more wrongness than you'd expect.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also had to call another student's house to let her mom know about the incident report in her backpack. Let's call this student Highlights. I didn't get to talk to Highlight's mom, but did talk to an older gentleman (grandpa, maybe?) who didn't want to take my name or phone number down. No surprise I haven't heard from Highlight's mom yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took away New Kid's Ipod after risking a power struggle with him.  When I "won" the battle, I felt like I was from that reality t.v. show, "World's Strictest Parents."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Kid continues his crappy week, with lots of talking back, crawling under the tables, and refusing to do work. Called his mom at lunch, but all I got was another round of "Birthday Sex." New Kid was mad that I called home, so he refused to go to lunch. I had to call the principal to stay with him until she could get him calmed down and out of my room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Kid was playing too physical at recess. (Why was he playing when he was suppose to be walking around with the playground duty, hmmm?) Anyway, he got another write-up and wouldn't go to the office to calm down. This time I had to have the nurse come and deal with him since the principal was out of the building.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Kid came back calm, but grew angry again when he realized he didn't get Friday Free Time due to missing homework.  Had to get the nurse again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Highlights pretended to flip off a classmate and then threatened to rip off two boys' ears and skin.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-8414783766924119612?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8414783766924119612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-in-review.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8414783766924119612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8414783766924119612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-in-review.html' title='A Week in Review'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-3491647395601733488</id><published>2010-01-18T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:44:07.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good intentions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first year teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult beverages'/><title type='text'>Where Did the Weekend Go?</title><content type='html'>Every Sunday night I find myself wondering, "Where did the weekend go?" Even this weekend seemed to fly by and it was a day longer than normal.  I think I've decided that every once in a while I need to write down what I "have done," and ignore my endless "to do" list. That way, I feel like I've actually accomplished something. So here's what I've done since I left work on Friday (in no particular order) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;took a nap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;attended a partner massage class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;babysat one of the cutest babies around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;picked up Taco Bell for lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;planned a ghetto-fabulous birthday party &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;picked up pizza for the party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;picked up an ice cream cake for the party (I love me some "ice cream and cakey cake!")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;picked up gifts for the party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wrapped gifts for the party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;picked up adult beverages for the party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;decorated for the party (while the afore mentioned cutest baby took a nap)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched a bad movie (Beyonce's &lt;u&gt;Obsessesed&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had adult beverages (orange juice + Peachtree Schnapps = yumminess)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate a pizza dinner &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate cakey cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched part of &lt;u&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slept in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got a peppermint hot chocolate (thanks to one of my Christmas coffee cards)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took a walk around my new neighborhood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;did three loads of laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched another bad movie (&lt;u&gt;Dear Me: A Blogger's Tale&lt;/u&gt;)...I had hoped to be inspired, but sadly I wasn't.  At all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;corrected a math assignment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;corrected the spelling tests&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;corrected two reading tests&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched a disturbing movie (&lt;u&gt;Nursery University&lt;/u&gt;)...It's a very well done documentary about the competitive world of nursery schools in Manhattan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;corrected a reading assignment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;corrected the science final project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched another movie (&lt;u&gt;Up&lt;/u&gt; by Disney/Pixar)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;corrected two sets of cursive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;inputted all of the above into my grade book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slept in again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had breakfast at Ikea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;delivered meatballs to two friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;explored a local fabric outlet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to the Salvation Army (Bought my mom lots of yarn for less than a dollar a skein!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had a late lunch in the International District&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tried two new Asian pastries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talked to three friends on the phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hit an uber Christmas clearance sale at Kmart (Bought myself the holiday cookie jar I had been looking at. Instead of $19.99, it was only $0.99! I got seven bags of stuff for a little over $18!  Woo-Whoo!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tried out a step aerobics class at a gym I might join&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;returned something to Ross&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had dinner (and a glass of wine)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took a shower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched &lt;u&gt;Chuck&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Heroes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;put some of my laundry away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scooped the litter boxes (and washed my hands twice) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talked to my parents on the phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and blogged&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that sounds like a lot, but when I think of the ongoing "to do" list in my head, I can feel my anxiety start to rise.  I didn't use to feel this way.  I think all aspect of life became more stressed when I started teaching.  Any suggestions for how to deal with it all?  I'd love to hear suggestions.  :)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Pigtailed Teacher&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-3491647395601733488?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3491647395601733488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-did-weekend-go.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/3491647395601733488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/3491647395601733488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-did-weekend-go.html' title='Where Did the Weekend Go?'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-6795005395676732409</id><published>2010-01-10T19:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:02:30.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tacky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Best (and Tackiest) Present Ever!</title><content type='html'>Last Monday one of my students walked into class and handed me a belated Christmas present. (Yay! I love presents!) But since it was the first day back after break, I didn't have time to ooh and ahh over it immediately. Instead I thanked her for the wonderful surpise and put it aside to look at after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of a pretty smooth day in third grade, I sat down at my teacher's desk and noticed the present sitting on the floor next to me. The first thing I take out of the gift bag is a gem in itself...a glossy 8 x 10 photo of my student (and her brother, who I had last year), fresh from their holiday trip. I then pick up the other item in the bag, a medium-sized, wrapped box...I'm thinking chocolates, yup, definately chocolates. But boy am I wrong! This is so much more than chocolates. This is something I can use in the classroom. Something I will smile at each time I see it. This is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;a glossy cat key chain holder!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(engraved with a golden "Florida" in the lower left hand corner!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S0qigPjhCBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/JXTLoPhShZU/s1600-h/camera+december+2009+223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425327375936194578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S0qigPjhCBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/JXTLoPhShZU/s400/camera+december+2009+223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously this student had listened to my stories about Mugsy and Mookie (my two senior kitties) and thought of me while walking around a crowded gift shop in Orlando. What a sweetie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're interested in learning more about Mugsy and Mookie, check out their blog at: &lt;a href="http://www.crankyoldcats.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.crankyoldcats.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-6795005395676732409?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6795005395676732409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-and-tackiest-present-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6795005395676732409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6795005395676732409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-and-tackiest-present-ever.html' title='Best (and Tackiest) Present Ever!'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/S0qigPjhCBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/JXTLoPhShZU/s72-c/camera+december+2009+223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-2309260821433837883</id><published>2010-01-03T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:00:32.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good intentions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aerobics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>See Dad, I Told You I Didn't Quit!</title><content type='html'>So it's been over two and half months since I've written, but as I've been telling my dad, that doesn't mean I've quit blogging. It just means I took an extended vacation from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my unplanned hiatus I did some serious apartment hunting, found an apartment, had to pack up the old one, move, and then slowly unpack at the new place. Also during this time our computer broke, and then our rebuilt computer called it quits, too. Since then I've hard a hard time motivating myself to do anything...unpack the last of the boxes in our den, find a gym that has lots of "fun" aerobic classes, or even blog, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the new year comes renewed dedication for setting goals and actually trying to obtain them. One of mine of course, is to blog more.  (Not hard to do considering my recent activity!)  Anyway, this time though I'm looking to post twice a week. If I write more than that, great...I can consider it a bonus and give myself a gold star for effort.  Talk to you later this week!&lt;br /&gt;-P.T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-2309260821433837883?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2309260821433837883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/01/see-dad-i-told-you-i-didnt-quit.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/2309260821433837883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/2309260821433837883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/01/see-dad-i-told-you-i-didnt-quit.html' title='See Dad, I Told You I Didn&apos;t Quit!'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-383449185954695893</id><published>2009-10-19T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:27:38.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning of the year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><title type='text'>A Math Lesson Gone Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last year I did a math lesson about probability and the likelihood of an event happening. At the end of the lesson the students had to write down two examples of things they were sure would not happen. One particular student's first example was, "&lt;em&gt;I will not go to Thornton Creek today&lt;/em&gt;." I could have argued that maybe his parents were going to stop by Thornton Creek on the way home from school, but overall it was an okay answer. His second example was much more, well, let's say...colorful. (Especially since it was the first month of school.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/St00yEfrejI/AAAAAAAAAcc/QIAn4vjzXgw/s1600-h/math.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 381px; HEIGHT: 190px" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/St00yEfrejI/AAAAAAAAAcc/QIAn4vjzXgw/s400/math.jpg" width="517" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There must be something about this lesson. I did it again a couple weeks ago and one student wrote, "&lt;em&gt;How likely is it that a fish will jump out of the water and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;pimp slap&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;me in the face with his tail&lt;/em&gt;?" Great image, disturbing language. I might have to reconsider doing this lesson in the future!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-383449185954695893?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/383449185954695893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/10/math-lesson-gone-wrong.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/383449185954695893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/383449185954695893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/10/math-lesson-gone-wrong.html' title='A Math Lesson Gone Wrong'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/St00yEfrejI/AAAAAAAAAcc/QIAn4vjzXgw/s72-c/math.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-3755289727879383416</id><published>2009-10-15T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:11:10.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior problems'/><title type='text'>It's Been a Long, Long Week</title><content type='html'>As I said in the title of this posting, this week has been a long one.  Part of the problem is the five indoor recesses we've had this week (loved 'em as a kid, hate them as an teacher). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other problem is my class.  Or at least a handful of kids in my class.   In addition to the disturbing conversation we had about revenge on Tuesday,&lt;a href="http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/10/disturbing-discussion.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/10/disturbing-discussion.html&lt;/a&gt;), I've also had to deal with a variety of behavior problems.  The main focus of my attention this week has been directed at "the new kid" (I'll come up with a better nickname for him later.  My brain power is severely limited right now and it seems as if the creative thinking part is totally on hiatus).  Anyway, in just the past four days I've had to deal with the following:  "the new kid" wearing a fake, gold grill (with fake diamonds, of course) to school, him talking about "pimp slapping" someone, him bringing his DS game to school and losing one of the game cartridges underneath the trophy case in the hallway, him somersaulting into our carpet area and kicking someone in the face, him jumping into a photo last minute and accidentally kicking a plastic storage bin and smashing a huge hole in it, and him using a piece of masking tape to roll a pretend joint and "smoke" it in the middle of class.  This is in addition to his "regular" behaviors:  calling out, throwing his paper on the floor, moonwalking across the room, tattling on others, getting into his classmates' personal space, drawing while I'm talking, not listening to directions or looking at the board, laying down while I'm reading a story on the carpet, him "accidentally" falling out of his chair, standing over shorter classmates in a threatening way, spinning/jumping/sliding/crawling/sitting down/yelling/and a whole lot more in line, getting out of his seat to get a drink while I'm teaching, whistling when it's quiet, etc, etc, etc.  This is not the sort of behavior we usually see at our school, so it really stands out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of the negative behaviors come from the fact that he's at least a year and a half behind in reading, writing, and math and that he'd rather have people laugh at him for being a clown, than for not being able to do the work.  It doesn't help that his mom didn't show up for the special meeting we had before school on Tuesday and that no one seems to check his folder or help him with his homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder what tomorrow will bring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-3755289727879383416?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3755289727879383416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-long-long-week.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/3755289727879383416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/3755289727879383416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-long-long-week.html' title='It&apos;s Been a Long, Long Week'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-2780645568974285549</id><published>2009-10-13T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:02:51.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom climate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s books'/><title type='text'>Disturbing Discussion</title><content type='html'>I recently had some lying and stealing and cheating going on in my third grade classroom, so I enlisted the librarian's help on finding some picture books about those topics.  Today I read &lt;u&gt;A Bargain for Frances&lt;/u&gt; by Russell Hoban.  In this story Frances'  friend Thelma tricks Frances into buying Thelma's used, plastic tea set.  Frances had been saving her money for a fancy China tea set with blue painting on it, but she is convinced by Thelma that they don't make those tea sets anymore.  Frances buys Thelma's old, used tea set, takes it home, gets teased by her little sister about her ugly, plastic tea set, and realizes that she's been tricked.  Thelma of course takes the money from Frances and immediately runs to the local candy store and buys herself a fancy China tea set with blue painting on it.  When Frances learns about Thelma's new tea set, Frances devises a plan to teach Thelma a lesson &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; get the fabulous China tea set she wanted in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why am I telling you Frances' tale?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Because of the disturbing discussion I had with my students afterwards, that's why!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we discussed why Thelma lied to Francis.  Then we talked about how Francis felt when her sister made fun of the plastic tea set.  Finally, I brought up the question of whether it was a good idea for Frances to teach Thelma a lesson and trick her.    I was quite surprised when one of my students said it was fine for Frances to trick Thelma back&lt;strong&gt;..."That's called revenge."&lt;/strong&gt;  A group of three or four students then went on to list the reasons why revenge is okay.  As one student so plainly put it, &lt;strong&gt;"It makes it even."  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the kids &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; say it's not nice to play tricks on people and that you shouldn't do things back to people who bug you, but the pro-revenge group was quite vocal with their ideas.  I'm kind of at a lost for what to do next...I thought we had been making progress on our classroom climate, but after today's discussion, I see that I was totally wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suggestions?  Lesson ideas?  Cool, kid-friendly websites?  Girlie martini recipes for me?  :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;-Pigtailed Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS...I forgot to mention that one of my students rolled up some paper today and pretended to smoke a joint.  Oy vay, it's going to be a long year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-2780645568974285549?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2780645568974285549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/10/disturbing-discussion.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/2780645568974285549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/2780645568974285549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/10/disturbing-discussion.html' title='Disturbing Discussion'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-7027754350354473022</id><published>2009-10-12T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:49:18.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning of the year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><title type='text'>Day Whatever...I've Already Lost Track!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/StQF8nJOM6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9h3lTI3per0/s1600-h/Scan+6%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/StQF8nJOM6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9h3lTI3per0/s400/Scan+6%5B3%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;This is from a beginning of the year, classroom rules, brainstorming activity I did with my third graders a few years back. I'm glad "Be nice," made the top five...even if it's after no blood sucking! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-7027754350354473022?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7027754350354473022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-whateverive-already-lost-track.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/7027754350354473022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/7027754350354473022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-whateverive-already-lost-track.html' title='Day Whatever...I&apos;ve Already Lost Track!'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/StQF8nJOM6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9h3lTI3per0/s72-c/Scan+6%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-5575340125485446241</id><published>2009-09-22T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:29:46.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assembly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>Day Ten...Biggest Tool in the Shed</title><content type='html'>Today we had a special guest speaker come to our school to talk about the importance of working hard, setting goals, and staying in school...all the usual motivational stuff.  He's a football player at a local university (hint:  I live in Seattle) and I'm guessing this was his first time speaking to a large group of small children...and I'm hoping it's his last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to saying "you guys," and "awesome" about a hundred times during his 20 minute "presentation," he also had a few words of wisdom for the kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(these are not direct quotes, but you'll get the idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know how when you workout you want to get big muscles?  Well maybe not the girls, but they want to look good.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;(Ya, 'cause the only reason women workout is to look good.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know how when you play sports you've got to be &lt;em&gt;mean&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Oh, is he going to talk about sportsmanship?&lt;/em&gt;  Nope&lt;em&gt;.  He really is going to talk about being mean.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know when you're playing a game and you want to punch someone in the face?  Or you want to call them butthead?  Uh, you shouldn't do that.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;(Did he really just say "butthead" in front of almost 400 elementary students?!?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;In addition to these pearls of wisdom, the speaker also thought it would be a good idea to have the kids scream out THREE separate times...once to show how they cheer at a game, once to shout out what sports they like, and the third time to yell out what video game system they like to play.  Video games?  Oy vay.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When one kid asked "What did you study in school?," he danced around the question, mumbling a few sentences about studying and then moved onto the next question.  Apparently in college he learned how to b.s., but unfortunately for us, he's not very good at it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the very end of the assembly, one of the teachers asked him what his plan was after college.  His reply?  &lt;em&gt;Applying to med school.&lt;/em&gt;   :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-5575340125485446241?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5575340125485446241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-tenbiggest-tool-in-shed.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/5575340125485446241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/5575340125485446241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-tenbiggest-tool-in-shed.html' title='Day Ten...Biggest Tool in the Shed'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-2590683910706936266</id><published>2009-09-21T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:56:57.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Cute Kid Quotes</title><content type='html'>In order to get to know my students better, last week I had them fill out a questionnaire.  On the last question they had to complete the following sentences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friendliness is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;To care is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some of my favorite responses (with limited editing):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happiness is climing trees.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To care is to halp peapole cros the stret.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happiness is eating my moms pudding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If only I could make my moms pudding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happiness is a cat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If only my family went camping more often.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happiness is extra recess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If only I could do a roundof backhandspring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friendliness is to defend someone and to play with someone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happiness is rice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If only I could get out of math.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happiness is done my homework on time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To care is easy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happiness is eating chocolate in belgium!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If only I could have the key to the house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happiness is like the sun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To care is to love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Monday Everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-2590683910706936266?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2590683910706936266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/cute-kid-quotes.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/2590683910706936266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/2590683910706936266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/cute-kid-quotes.html' title='Cute Kid Quotes'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-1190944398321455586</id><published>2009-09-17T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:14:35.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wicked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain'/><title type='text'>Missing in Action</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first day I missed a posting since school started...but I had a great reason! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got home from school, I met up with my mom and two of my closest friends and we went downtown for happy hour and to see the musical &lt;em&gt;Wicked&lt;/em&gt;!  It was fabulous, and I wholeheartedly recommend it to others, especially if you're a fan of &lt;em&gt;The Wizard of Oz!&lt;/em&gt;  I must admit though, I did think of work occasionally during the show....parents I needed to call, the e-mail I forgot to return, the family letter I wanted to send out, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you stop thinking about work?  I'd love to hear suggestions! &lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Pigtailed Teacher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-1190944398321455586?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1190944398321455586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-in-action.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/1190944398321455586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/1190944398321455586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing in Action'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-3343569565266553070</id><published>2009-09-15T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:07:22.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='co-worker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Day Four and Five</title><content type='html'>The last two days have been strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was "sad day."  A co-worker had to put her cat to sleep.  I learned two people I know have brain tumors.  And Patrick Swayze died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seems to be "weird and creepy day".  A co-worker shared with me a disturbing letter one of her elementary students wrote today.  It was about the different types of guns and explosives he knows how to make.  Then, as I made my way across the teachers' parking lot to go home, I noticed two adults (possibly parents) getting &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; comfortable in the grassy area behind the school.  I suppose they were just relaxing and enjoying the sunshine, but it seemed a little out of place on school grounds.  And while I was at a happy hour/curriculum planning session, my co-worker got a phone call from her very pregnant sister, telling her that a presumable crazy man had just yelled at her on the street, demanded money, and told her he'd be back.  How scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that tomorrow's theme for the day is one of good luck and happy surprises.  I can't take any more of these downer days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-3343569565266553070?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3343569565266553070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-four-and-five.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/3343569565266553070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/3343569565266553070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-four-and-five.html' title='Day Four and Five'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-27040726279646443</id><published>2009-09-14T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:44:10.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexican food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CiCi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><title type='text'>Summer Flashback:  Houston vs. Seattle</title><content type='html'>During my trip to Texas this summer, I noticed a lot of differences between Houston and Seattle (and I'm not just talking about the weather!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Texas, a lot of Mexican food involves &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CCQ&lt;/span&gt; (Chili Con &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Queso&lt;/span&gt;). Ugh. It's a Velveeta-like substance that seems to accompany most dishes at Mexican restaurants. Sometimes as a dip, sometimes as a sauce, and sometimes as a filler, but always, Chili Con &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Queso&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Churches and over-sized crosses seem more common in Houston, as do Taco Cabana's and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oversized&lt;/span&gt; trucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Houston, few people seem to know what recycling is. We only saw it two places, the airport and the aquarium, and I think it was only newspaper recycling. Here are a couple pictures from the aquarium: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sq8mHTbtluI/AAAAAAAAAaI/We1PvzicVJs/s1600-h/Texas+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381561986648479458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sq8mHTbtluI/AAAAAAAAAaI/We1PvzicVJs/s320/Texas+077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sq8kkVB73aI/AAAAAAAAAZw/7j-Ig5f3DQ8/s1600-h/August+2009+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381560286270184866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sq8kkVB73aI/AAAAAAAAAZw/7j-Ig5f3DQ8/s400/August+2009+081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People in Houston love their buffets. A lot. We went to a buffet at least once every three days. (That averages out to ten buffets a month!) There were Asian buffets, Mexican buffets, Greek &amp;amp; Mediterranean buffets. Here's a picture of the "famous" macaroni and cheese pizza from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CiCi's&lt;/span&gt; Pizza Buffet (It's only famous to us, not to anyone else): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sq8kllPSUYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/p-jSqFsiBB0/s1600-h/Texas+282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381560307801018754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sq8kllPSUYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/p-jSqFsiBB0/s400/Texas+282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this trip I know I will forever be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Northwesterner&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-27040726279646443?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/27040726279646443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-flashback-houston-vs-seattle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/27040726279646443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/27040726279646443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-flashback-houston-vs-seattle.html' title='Summer Flashback:  Houston vs. Seattle'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sq8mHTbtluI/AAAAAAAAAaI/We1PvzicVJs/s72-c/Texas+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-4863243645384370475</id><published>2009-09-11T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:50:03.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recess'/><title type='text'>Day Three...Three Kids Sent to the Principal's Office</title><content type='html'>Not a good sign that I had three kids pulled out of class today to talk with the principal. Two had had a disagreement of some sort and one child got whacked (Accidentally? On purpose? Who knows?) The third child had to go to the office because at recess he was playing way too rough with another kid and they had been disrespectful to the playground teacher that tried to intervene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side of teaching, I got three really nice notes today. One was a note included the line, "You are the smartest teacher in the school." (It's good that someone has finally recognized my brilliance, dammit!) Another one was a picture of me. The artist handed it to me and said, "Here's a really bad picture of you." (I know she meant her &lt;em&gt;drawing&lt;/em&gt; was bad, not that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; looked bad, but it sure didn't come across that way). And the third note was a head-to-toe drawing of me, and boy, I've got quite the figure in it! (See below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381196056181668162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sq3ZTWNw-UI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/jvSC8-LqHFg/s400/curvy+figure.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for the first Friday of the school year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-4863243645384370475?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4863243645384370475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-threethree-kids-sent-to-principals.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/4863243645384370475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/4863243645384370475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-threethree-kids-sent-to-principals.html' title='Day Three...Three Kids Sent to the Principal&apos;s Office'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sq3ZTWNw-UI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/jvSC8-LqHFg/s72-c/curvy+figure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-6893571474317005411</id><published>2009-09-10T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:38:59.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procedures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habits'/><title type='text'>Day Two...Feet Feel Swollen Twice Their Size</title><content type='html'>The nice thing about the beginning of the school year is that you don't really have to plan a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, you don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because every activity takes twice as long as you expect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to teach about a bazillion procedures to go with each activity...where to get a clipboard from, where to put your home folder, how to walk in the hallway in a straightish line, how to make a lunch choice, where to put finished papers, when to sharpen pencils, what to do when you're finished with your work, etc.  The list goes on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end though this may be the one time of year I don't feel pressured to have the kids produce work and be on task 100% of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That starts next week.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-6893571474317005411?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6893571474317005411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-twofeet-feel-swollen-twice-their.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6893571474317005411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6893571474317005411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-twofeet-feel-swollen-twice-their.html' title='Day Two...Feet Feel Swollen Twice Their Size'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-3204284002213392221</id><published>2009-09-09T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:39:52.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swearing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Day One...To an Interesting Year</title><content type='html'>Let's see, the first day was fine. Exceptions to this statement include one girl calling the new boy an a-hole, the new kid cartwheeling into line (twice), the new kid deciding he should sit in the teacher's chair when we came into the assembly, and the new kid chewing on colored beads during the assembly and then trying to roll me when I told to spit them out ("&lt;i&gt;Both&lt;/i&gt; of them," I said.) I'm sure there will be lots more stories to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-3204284002213392221?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3204284002213392221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/3204284002213392221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/3204284002213392221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-one.html' title='Day One...To an Interesting Year'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-1486245169867752295</id><published>2009-09-08T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:40:09.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>D-day</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the first day of school. I think I'm finally to a place where I'm physically ready for the kids to come; meaning I've got the classroom set-up and most of the materials prepped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a long day because it was the Back-to-School BBQ. As a kid I never knew teachers didn't want to go to after school activities. Now though, I think I only know of one or two teachers who actually look forward to evening activities (and those are teachers who have been teaching too long to know better anymore!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished my first day letter and a glass of white Zinfandel. The letter is short and sweet, and it only took me a few minutes to update it since I was able to find the original on my computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm going to challenge myself to blog every night of this school year. It sounds like a daunting task when I reread my blog out loud, but I know I can do it. It might just be one sentence, but I want to make writing a daily habit and I already see it falling by the wayside now that I've returned to the classroom. So all of you out there, if I don't post something one day, write me, ask me where the post is, make me feel guilty...I'll put it to good use, I promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pigtailed Teacher&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SqdMx_wiu3I/AAAAAAAAAYY/UqjAZ5qqPf4/s1600-h/Classroom+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379352701729684338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SqdMx_wiu3I/AAAAAAAAAYY/UqjAZ5qqPf4/s320/Classroom+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS...Here's my "To Do" list from last week.  What wasn't finished on the list has been transferred (and downsized) to a Post-It note on my desk.  Let the games begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-1486245169867752295?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1486245169867752295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/d-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/1486245169867752295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/1486245169867752295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/d-day.html' title='D-day'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SqdMx_wiu3I/AAAAAAAAAYY/UqjAZ5qqPf4/s72-c/Classroom+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-615341207722139549</id><published>2009-09-05T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:06:12.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PTA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buzz words'/><title type='text'>Educational Buzz Words</title><content type='html'>Just three official days back and I'm already tired of educational buzz words. Some of the most frequent ones I heard last week were: transparency, protocol, and community of learners. There was even mention of some sort of "guide to probing." Sounds vaguely naughty, but it's not.&lt;br /&gt;I also had a PTA board meeting a few weeks ago and they had their own set of annoying catch phrases. The two that really stuck out to me were "e-mail blast" and "off line." Maybe I should have had some of the beer or wine that was flowing around me...then I might not have noticed how often those phrases were used. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sort of educational jargon have you been saturated with recently?&lt;br /&gt;-Pigtailed Teacher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-615341207722139549?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/615341207722139549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-week-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/615341207722139549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/615341207722139549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-week-back.html' title='Educational Buzz Words'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-757304962487814441</id><published>2009-09-02T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:04:01.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first year teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Practical Teacher Tip...What Works for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377085432748352834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sp8-tknkpUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/OCDkhdTf90E/s320/Classroom+002.jpg" /&gt;After lots of trail and error, this is what I've found that works best for me for classroom jobs. I bought these little pockets at the teacher store and labeled each one with a different job. I believe that since it's "Our" classroom, each person should have a designated job each week. I made &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;labels&lt;/span&gt; with the students' names and put them onto &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt; sticks (Use the large ones!). I secured the labels with clear tape. Every week I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rotate&lt;/span&gt; the sticks one job to the right, so eventually each child gets to do each job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all the elementary teachers out there, what is your favorite method for assigning classroom jobs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377086142561962898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sp8_W44Uy5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/EhL1Ua-MuYc/s320/Classroom+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-757304962487814441?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/757304962487814441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/practical-teacher-tipwhat-works-for-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/757304962487814441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/757304962487814441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/practical-teacher-tipwhat-works-for-me.html' title='Practical Teacher Tip...What Works for Me'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sp8-tknkpUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/OCDkhdTf90E/s72-c/Classroom+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-4810218770197813582</id><published>2009-08-31T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:34:42.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good intentions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mt. Si'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>Mother Nature B*&amp;%h Slapped Me Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was convinced by my boyfriend that going on a little day hike would be a good activity for a group of us. I wasn't too enthused about the prospect of huffin' and puffin' my way up a mountainside, but he assured me I would be okay, that it was only 4 miles round trip, that it would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; is the right word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we started up the trail at Little Si (&lt;a href="http://www.mountsi.com/"&gt;http://www.mountsi.com/&lt;/a&gt;) I knew I was in trouble. Mother Nature greeted me with a super steep incline that made me stop every few minutes to catch my breath. I thought about crying and cursed myself for letting me get &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we made our way to a more leveled area of the trail I was able to check out my surroundings and actually appreciate the landscape around me. My lungs recovered, my legs stopped yelling at me, and I was lulled into a false sense of okayness. That is, until we hit the final leg of the trail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final portion Little Si requires finding your way up another, even steeper, switchback area. By now my legs were announcing that they were done for the day (You wish, stupid legs!) and my slightly negative attitude returned. Somehow though, I made it to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now you're probably thinking, "Yay for you, Pigtailed Teacher!" The problem with that is I was only halfway done with the 4.4 mile loop...I still had to make my way back down the mountain! Oy vay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that section of super steep, switchback trail I just went up? Now I had to go down it. It's about this time that my knees started screaming at me, "We're not made to carry an extra 60 lbs of weight! We hate you, we hate you, we hate you!" My calves chime in, as did my lungs, my heart, and the toes on my left foot. Unfortunately for all of us though, there was nothing I could do, but slowly work my way back to the bottom of the mountain and promise myself (and all of my angry body parts) that I will do something about this situation I've gotten us into. See this goal and many others at: &lt;a href="http://www.pigtailedteachergoals.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.pigtailedteachergoals.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all though, I'm glad I went. It was a beautiful day, and I was with supportive, fun people I like to be around. Next time, I just hope Mother Nature won't have to slap me so hard to knock some sense into me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The View from the Top (and How Dirty I Got!)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpygThr3CfI/AAAAAAAAAW0/zkjls594aEs/s1600-h/August+2009+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376348312493820402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpygThr3CfI/AAAAAAAAAW0/zkjls594aEs/s320/August+2009+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpyhGLEZY1I/AAAAAAAAAW8/ddjY-wNzZPQ/s1600-h/August+2009+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 290px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376349182596047698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpyhGLEZY1I/AAAAAAAAAW8/ddjY-wNzZPQ/s320/August+2009+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376346059305285378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpyeQX52dwI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9-6Vxl-XI2s/s400/August+2009+027.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-4810218770197813582?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4810218770197813582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/mother-nature-b-slapped-me-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/4810218770197813582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/4810218770197813582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/mother-nature-b-slapped-me-yesterday.html' title='Mother Nature B*&amp;%h Slapped Me Yesterday'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpygThr3CfI/AAAAAAAAAW0/zkjls594aEs/s72-c/August+2009+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-4664201629906163101</id><published>2009-08-30T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:59:18.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good intentions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><title type='text'>Check Out My Updated Good Intentions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpqqA9oyhZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DVMuyK4uDZg/s1600-h/Texas+282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375796038742476178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpqqA9oyhZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DVMuyK4uDZg/s400/Texas+282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Check out the progress I've made on my goals and good intentions page. &lt;a href="http://www.pigtailedteachergoals.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.pigtailedteachergoals.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've completed one goal this summer and worked on a few others. Let me know if you have any suggestions for completing the others.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Pigtailed Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.....Sorry for the weird spacing on the Pigtailed Teacher Goals page. I fix things just how I like them, and even though I click "save," they don't show up on the published page. Have any of you had the same problem?&lt;a href="http://pigtailedteachergoals.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-4664201629906163101?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://pigtailedteachergoals.blogspot.com/' title='Check Out My Updated Good Intentions!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4664201629906163101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/check-out-my-updated-good-intentions.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/4664201629906163101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/4664201629906163101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/check-out-my-updated-good-intentions.html' title='Check Out My Updated Good Intentions!'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpqqA9oyhZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DVMuyK4uDZg/s72-c/Texas+282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-7487118639586783016</id><published>2009-08-28T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:26:53.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='August'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>First Back-to School Dream</title><content type='html'>They don't tell you in college that when you become a teacher, you will probably have back-to-school dreams every year (or should I say nightmares?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I had my first back-to-school dream on August 1st. It of course involved me not being prepared for the first day. I knew I could wing it, but I was frantically trying to figure out what to do first. I was doing okay until a certain student, let's call him Kenny, started acting up. I had been told by his previous teacher that I just needed to be super strict with him for the first few days and then he would just fall into line. Let's just say, it wasn't working. And that was the end of the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a particularly bad dream, but it did make my stomach tense up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In related news, when I went into my school this week, I received an updated copy of my class roster. Who's not on the list...Kenny! I wonder who I should dream about next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-7487118639586783016?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7487118639586783016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-back-to-school-dream.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/7487118639586783016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/7487118639586783016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-back-to-school-dream.html' title='First Back-to School Dream'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-2596760009083049052</id><published>2009-08-25T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:26:34.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpTG24EdltI/AAAAAAAAARg/5cHGQkfJSqc/s1600-h/Texas+398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374138901426181842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpTG24EdltI/AAAAAAAAARg/5cHGQkfJSqc/s400/Texas+398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something We Don't See in Seattle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-2596760009083049052?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2596760009083049052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/photo-of-week.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/2596760009083049052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/2596760009083049052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/photo-of-week.html' title='Photo of the Week'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpTG24EdltI/AAAAAAAAARg/5cHGQkfJSqc/s72-c/Texas+398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-5858134815417089556</id><published>2009-08-25T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:23:23.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>This Just in...Classroom Teachers Hoard Furniture!</title><content type='html'>It's a little known fact to those outside the world of education that teachers have a tendency to hoard classroom furniture. That's because it takes so long to get an order from surplus, you've who knows when you'll get another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I put my first request in for two small book cases last May. I've been told that our district's new policy is to wait to send an order until a school has a moderate amount of stuff on hold. That sounds good in theory, since the school has to pay for each separate order. The only problem is that whatever is still left on the request form is now deleted from their system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this new policy, since I did not receive my two small bookcases in the June delivery, my request was deleted. Luckily I heard about this new policy in time and was able to put in a &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; request for the next delivery. This time I put in for two small bookcases and two large bookcases. I figured that I'd have better odds of getting something if I put in for extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to school last week (First Day Back) I asked the new secretary about the status of the surplus delivery. She said that due to school closures the surplus department had put a hold on all deliveries until August 15th...a little over three weeks before school starting. I knew there was little chance of me receiving even one bookcase at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went into my room yesterday I said out loud to S. ..."I'm going to set-up my room witho ut the bookcases. I can't plan around something I'm probably not going to get. " I walk into my classroom, and what to my wondering eyes should appear, but two small bookcases!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpS4THWgXNI/AAAAAAAAARA/ViWXFEqjmQc/s1600-h/Classroom+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 251px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374122893890313426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpS4THWgXNI/AAAAAAAAARA/ViWXFEqjmQc/s400/Classroom+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For over four hours I pushed old bookshelves into new locations, put new bookshelves on the opposite wall, drug 6 ft long work tables across the room and back again, until finally, I was satisfied. I could see it all coming together. My vision was coming into focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, well actually, a half an hour before I left for the day, a delivery man strolls into my room. "I've got a bookcase for you," he says. "Actually, two of them." What else can I do but feign a smile and try to figure out where the hell I'm going to put two more bookcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mr. Murphy's Law. I owe you one. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-5858134815417089556?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5858134815417089556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-just-inclassroom-teachers-hoard.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/5858134815417089556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/5858134815417089556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-just-inclassroom-teachers-hoard.html' title='This Just in...Classroom Teachers Hoard Furniture!'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpS4THWgXNI/AAAAAAAAARA/ViWXFEqjmQc/s72-c/Classroom+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-4689128289000481946</id><published>2009-08-23T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:05:42.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='den'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summer Goals</title><content type='html'>There are a few goals I wanted to accomplish this summer, and with my vacation quickly coming to a close, today I decided to focus on what could be considered one of the biggest tasks at hand...cleaning the den closet. This includes organizing my "stuff-it" shelf and going through all of the papers in my filing box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Before&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;After&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shots of my the shelf makeover. This comes after many hours, two episodes of &lt;u&gt;The Gilmore Girls&lt;/u&gt;, one episode of &lt;u&gt;Project Runway All-Stars&lt;/u&gt;, and two raspberry vodka/7-up/pomegranate juice adult cocktails. 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All three of us are differing levels of vegetarian and enjoy trying new restaurants. Auntie N. knew of this particular restaurant, &lt;u&gt;Square Lotus&lt;/u&gt;, and my cousin and I were excited to try it. To start our meal we ordered "pork" skewers, "chicken" egg rolls, and some "chicken" summer rolls. All three were very yummy, although the skewers had a surprising gingerbread taste to them at first. Our entrees were just as delicious. In fact, my leftover sesame "beef" didn't even make it to the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of the most sane women in our family together for good food and good conversation...a perfect way to spend a summer afternoon. &lt;a href="http://www.squarelotus.com/"&gt;http://www.squarelotus.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day a couple of us took urbanite mommy (&lt;a href="http://www.mom3908.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.mom3908.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mom3908.blogspot.com/"&gt;om/&lt;/a&gt;) out of the house for baby's first happy hour. We went to a new place called &lt;u&gt;The Signature&lt;/u&gt;. It boasted happy hour food and drink specials from $2-$5. Our waitress was a bit flaky, especially when it came to announcing last call for happy hour (shame on you waitress lady!), but overall our experience was a positive one. The garlic fries were grubbin' and the orange juice and vodka didn't give me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest moment of the entire day came at the end of our happy hour experience. I was casually looking over the menu choices, reflecting on what I might blog about in the future, when I noticed the fine print listed under the garlic fries...."&lt;strong&gt;Deep fries saute with green onion, garlic and chicken powder&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;em&gt;Chicken Powder?!?!?!&lt;/em&gt; Who's ever heard of putting chicken powder on garlic fries?!?!? &lt;em&gt;I thought french fries would automatically be vegetarian?!?!&lt;/em&gt; No wonder I was licking the plate (and my fingers) clean?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpA36J_dSZI/AAAAAAAAAME/SYiBQzqU6jw/s1600-h/DSC08462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 257px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372855827707021714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpA36J_dSZI/AAAAAAAAAME/SYiBQzqU6jw/s400/DSC08462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least it was funny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesignaturerestaurant.com/"&gt;http://www.thesignaturerestaurant.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-5874435844725033085?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5874435844725033085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/square-lotusand-some-not-so-vegertarian.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/5874435844725033085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/5874435844725033085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/square-lotusand-some-not-so-vegertarian.html' title='The Square Lotus....and Some Not so Vegertarian Food.'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SpA36J_dSZI/AAAAAAAAAME/SYiBQzqU6jw/s72-c/DSC08462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-7919383524758765469</id><published>2009-08-21T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:23:31.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Exercising and Blogging</title><content type='html'>Why is it that good habits are so much harder to keep up than bad habits?  For example, I mean to exercise daily, but if the littlest thing interferes with my regular schedule, I'm totally off the healthy wagon and embracing the sedentary lifestyle.  The same seems to be true for blogging.  I want to write at least a little each day, and honestly wake up each morning intending to do it, but just one day without writing sends me down the winding road of procrastination...I suppose that's why it's 11:17 pm and I'm just now sitting down to write.  I know it will only get worse once school starts.  Ugh.  Anyone have any suggestions? &lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Pigtailed Teacher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-7919383524758765469?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7919383524758765469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/exercising-and-blogging.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/7919383524758765469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/7919383524758765469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/exercising-and-blogging.html' title='Exercising and Blogging'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-8592955389096738248</id><published>2009-08-20T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:23:30.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supplies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schoolwork'/><title type='text'>First Day Back</title><content type='html'>I finally broke down and went into my classroom for the first time since June.  I deliberately planned on making it a short visit, just enough time to move around a few desks and make a mental checklist of what to get at the teacher store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our closest all-encompassing teacher store, Lakeshore Learning, is less than 10 miles away, but with traffic the commute could take up to an hour each way.  Since I was heading that direction to have a yummy, vegetarian lunch with my cousin and aunt (tomorrow's blog perhaps?), I decided to make my once a year pilgrimage to the teacher store.  Under normal circumstances the aisles would be crowed (it's a pretty small store), but with less than three weeks before the first official bell of the 2009-2010 school year, the store was like the Atlanta airport the day before Thanksgiving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my hour and a half visit to Lakeshore Learning I overheard several fun conversations:  teachers talking about buying handheld "Stop" signs and using them in inappropriate ways, others debating which name tags are better "the frogs or the fish," and a couple teachers commenting on not buying &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; much at the beginning of the year.  I almost had a "gag me with a spoon" reaction to two uber cute...I'm talking complimentary, knee-length, subtle floral print skirts and bright-eyed enthusiasm of second year, probably kindergarten, teachers who were discussing which scratch n' sniff stickers to get for the first day of school.  Ugh.  Just give them another year or two and I bet their apple-scented stickers become a lower priority on their shopping list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After loading up my cart with several important consumable products (birthday crowns, star student posters, you know, the basics) and a few impulse buys (the writing traits poster pack and the giant "look what we did" bulletin board letters), I made it out of the store for under $100...pretty good by my standards!    Now if only I could get someone else to do the rest of my prep for me.  Any takers?  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-8592955389096738248?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8592955389096738248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8592955389096738248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8592955389096738248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-back.html' title='First Day Back'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-4603743577804740999</id><published>2009-08-17T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:34:19.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supplies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='staples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Target'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baldy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sangria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schoolwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clearance'/><title type='text'>Sangria and Washable Markers</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back from two weeks in Texas (lots of stories to come!) and it seems that no matter how hard I try to deny it, my summer is officially coming to a close.  Not only did I have a coworker call me last week to pick out a date for a mandatory, all-day, math training, but I have also started back-to-school shopping for me, and for my classroom.  I'm fine with me part...that included a two hour shopping trip to Kohl's to comb the clearance racks.  It's the classroom part that has inspired me to breakout the bottle of sangria in our fridge (a tasty birthday present from Baldy the Urban Geriatric Mom at: &lt;a href="http://www.baldyugm.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.baldyugm.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;While at Target today I noticed a clearance sign above the Rose Art 10 pack of washable markers...only $0.55 a pack!  Wide or fine tip!  After a bit of hesitation (again, I was trying to deny that my summer is less than two weeks long at this point), I put 15 packs of each type of marker in my cart, along with 15 packs of colored pencils and a super cute notebook for keeping all my "important" teacher papers corralled.  I'm usually a Crayola fan, but at $0.55 a pack, my students can use Rose Art projects just fine.  I know I bought pencils at Staples earlier in the summer, but since I only payed $0.25 for 25 packs, I didn't really count it as back-to-school shopping.  But with this most current trip to Target (and later on in the day, another trip to Staples for $0.25 composition books), I have definitely crossed the line into the school zone.  Aahhh!!!!!  Where's my glass of sangria?  Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-4603743577804740999?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4603743577804740999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/sangria-and-washable-markers.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/4603743577804740999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/4603743577804740999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/sangria-and-washable-markers.html' title='Sangria and Washable Markers'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-6658066834646577639</id><published>2009-08-06T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:23:50.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>Missing in Action</title><content type='html'>Actually, I'm not missing in action, I'm busy frolicking around Houston, Texas.  Due to limited computer access my postings have been a bit sporadic, but don't you worry.  I'm taking a plethora of photos and making lots of notes about the world around me...strange as it is sometimes.  (Did you know that some people still don't recycle...weird)  I'll share more of my travel insights when I get home next week. &lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;PT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-6658066834646577639?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6658066834646577639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-in-action.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6658066834646577639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6658066834646577639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing in Action'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-1577100944199186720</id><published>2009-07-30T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:26:21.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>A Hot Sweaty Mess...Part Three</title><content type='html'>I finally settled back into my makeshift bed and fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later I was suddenly jolted awake by a tremendous, window-shaking "boooooommmmm", mingled with a women's scream.  My eyes flew open, just in time to see the darkened livingroom be illuminated by a small shower of sparks in the sky. (I am amazed with how fast our bodies react to a situation before we even consciously know what is happening).  S. and I hurried to the windows and parted the mini blinds, expecting to see the worst.  Instead, we saw nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, nothing but a regular ol' street at 2:00 in the morning...it was dark and a few cars were parked on the street.  We noticed one of the street lights seemed a little dark, but even that wasn't very noticeable.  A few minutes later people from the different apartment buildings in the area slowly filtered onto the street.  The first out there were two women, both with cell phones in hand.  As a few other concerned citizens made their way street level, S. and noticed that they seemed to be looking up at one of the street lights/power lines and congregating around a parked car that had a small amount of debris on it.   (From our fourth floor apartment, it seemed as if one of the neighbors that took to the street was a large, bald, army boot wearing man, with a shotgun slung over his shoulder.  Obviously my point of view must have seriously skewed this man's appearance, because those on the street didn't seem the bit troubled by his presence...Thank god.)  :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else happened?  A police car zoomed by with its lights on (but no siren) and didn't stop, everyone went back into their respective buildings, one neighbor from across the street came back outside with his camera and took pictures of the power pole and the car below it, another cop car came by, but this time it was using its search light on the opposite side of the street, and the electric company showed up in their big, yellow monster of a truck.  They got out, shined their uber powerful flashlight on the darkened street lamp, got back inside their vehicle, consulted some sort of giant manual, and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later electrical guys...see you the next time we have a hot sweaty mess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-1577100944199186720?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1577100944199186720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-sweaty-messpart-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/1577100944199186720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/1577100944199186720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-sweaty-messpart-three.html' title='A Hot Sweaty Mess...Part Three'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-3310751299446516155</id><published>2009-07-29T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:27:42.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>A Hot Sweaty Mess...Part Two</title><content type='html'>And what to my wondrous eyes should appear...but a five person work crew using the world's largest blow torches (or at least really, really big blow torches) to seal the newly painted bike symbol on the asphalt. What sounded like the beginning stages of a full blown tropical storm...blowing and hissing and whirring, was over in less than five minutes! And I was left wide awake for the next hour...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-3310751299446516155?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3310751299446516155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/hot-sweaty-messpart-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/3310751299446516155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/3310751299446516155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/hot-sweaty-messpart-two.html' title='A Hot Sweaty Mess...Part Two'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-9054019179242710162</id><published>2009-07-28T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:08:26.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mookie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fans'/><title type='text'>A Hot Sweaty Mess...Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Seattle as a whole was a hot, sweaty mess yesterday. At 11:30 last night the local weatherman was still running around outside with his giant thermometer to report that it was still 84 degrees outside. Ugh. Most Seattlites are not meant for hot weather, and neither are our apartments. Even though we had on the ceiling fan, an oscillating fan, a stationary fan, a window fan, and an air conditioner (not the right type for our window, so you'll have to visualize some cardboard and duct tape to make it "fit" into the window) all setup in our livingroom, it was still the same temperature inside as it was outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was getting close to bedtime, so I decided to jimmy-rig some "walls" to close-off the kitchen and hallway in hopes of creating an arctic oasis in the livingroom. I not so daintily climbed up on the kitchen stool and hung up an old sheet and a hand-decorated, elephant showe&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sm9KhEe4-HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rEJ2ZVqN6RU/s1600-h/SDC10450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363587613220993138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sm9KhEe4-HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rEJ2ZVqN6RU/s200/SDC10450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r curtain (one of my many unfinished art projects) . It looked a little ghetto, but seemed to help. I was worried that I would have to keep chasing one of our cats, Mookie, away from the sheet. I knew that through her little kitty eyes it looked like the world's largest (and most comfy) kitty hammock. I then brought out every extra blanket in the place to create a "mattress" for myself in the middle of the floor &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sm9JDN4NQhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/F8GmvzhsOKU/s1600-h/SDC10447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363586000835396114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sm9JDN4NQhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/F8GmvzhsOKU/s200/SDC10447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and settled into channel surfing to pass the time. Finally, around 12:30 am, I set the timer on the TV and draped a small corner of a light-weight blanket across my rear end, and closed my eyes. (I can't fall asleep without a blanket on my tush. I don't know if this is something my mom did as part of my bedtime routine during my early, formative years, or just something weird I've picked-up along the way...anyone else have the same issue?) Anyway, I took a couple deep breaths and tried to sink into sleepy time, but somewhere in the distance I heard strange noises. I tried to ignore them, but finally decided that either I was going crazy or there was something going on outside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-9054019179242710162?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/9054019179242710162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-sweaty-messpart-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/9054019179242710162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/9054019179242710162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-sweaty-messpart-one.html' title='A Hot Sweaty Mess...Part One'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sm9KhEe4-HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rEJ2ZVqN6RU/s72-c/SDC10450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-1753734169746104088</id><published>2009-07-27T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:30:49.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survivor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Soy hot dogs and cucumbers</title><content type='html'>In anticipation of going on vacation later this week, I am now playing my own version of Survivor.  Whatever food is in the house, needs to be either eaten or thrown away by Thursday morning.  This explains why I just ate a soy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hot dog&lt;/span&gt;, cucumber, and sunflower seed salad...topped with ripped up, day-old french bread and non-fat ranch spray.  My drink of choice?  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Slightly&lt;/span&gt; flat Diet Pepsi.   &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt;, now doesn't that just sound delicious? I can't wait to see what I cook up for dinner.   :)&lt;br /&gt;PT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-1753734169746104088?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1753734169746104088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/soy-hot-dogs-and-cucumbers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/1753734169746104088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/1753734169746104088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/soy-hot-dogs-and-cucumbers.html' title='Soy hot dogs and cucumbers'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-5653110309822438398</id><published>2009-07-26T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:25:02.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schoolwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment manager'/><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>To Move or Not to Move? ...That is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lease is up at the end of August, but we have to let the apartment manager know by August 11th if we want to move. Here's the pro/con list so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Possible pros for moving:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheaper rent, hopefully no smokers on either side of us, healthier (I've developed allergies since living here), no more stupid Essex apartment managers, better control of apartment temperature, and less ghetto neighbors (our place doesn't look ghetto, but the actions of some of the people who live here make it seem ghetto-like).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Possible cons for moving:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to spend time hunting for a new place, lots of packing and moving of boxes (right before school starts!), changing our address on everything, higher parking fees and/or no parking, painting, possible less desirable location, and the whole first-last-and-deposit thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-5653110309822438398?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5653110309822438398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/moving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/5653110309822438398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/5653110309822438398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-1515290071408488095</id><published>2009-07-25T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:24:05.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skinny clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schoolwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storage'/><title type='text'>Skinny Clothes</title><content type='html'>I recently went through two boxes of what I often refer to as my "skinny clothes."  These clothes have not seen the light of day since we moved into our apartment about three years ago.  I still like most of these clothes, but due to a sudden reduction of storage space in our apartment (we got rid of our bed stilts), I decided it was time to purge some of the boxes usually stored under the bed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't take long for me to go through the two boxes of once beloved, smaller-sized clothes...corduroy skirts, hoochie tops, logo embellished t-shirts, you name it, I had it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end I kept a few things, including four pairs of skinny jeans.  At 5'2", it's worth keeping pants a few sizes too small if they are the right length.  (My waist can get smaller, but my legs won't get any longer!)  I also kept what I consider the cutest and hippest clothes (although I don't know how they can still be considered hip three-plus years off the assembly line!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought going through my skinny clothes would be depressing, but it felt good to get rid of some of the excess "things' in our place.  Also, this purging of clothes was like a walk down memory lane..."I remember when I wore those red, velvet pants out dancing," and "Oh, I think I wore that t-shirt on our road trip to Yellowstone."  I knew Baldy (from www.baldyugm.blogspot.com) would go through my Goodwill-bound clothes and snag up a few of the gems and make them her own, further easing any hesitation I had with getting rid of these clothes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end I put all the clothes I was keeping into one small box and found a spot for it on my closet shelf.  Instead of feeling sad, I felt almost enthused; looking forward to the day I would be wearing them again.  With working out four days a week this summer, I'm hoping that by the time the school bells start ringing in September, I'll be fitting into at least a few of my keepers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep you posted on that!  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-1515290071408488095?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1515290071408488095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/skinny-clothes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/1515290071408488095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/1515290071408488095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/skinny-clothes.html' title='Skinny Clothes'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-2598977198862294472</id><published>2009-07-24T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:58:50.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feedback Please!  :)</title><content type='html'>I've got my blog to the point that I'm ready to share it with the world...or at least my friends and family. I figure once school is back in session the posts will be more education/teaching/kids-are-weird-related, but for now I'm writing about whatever is on my mind. Please send any suggestions, compliments, or questions to: &lt;a href="mailto:pigtailedteacher@yahoo.com"&gt;pigtailedteacher@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;. You can also follow my adventures on Twitter at: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/pigtailteacher"&gt;http://twitter.com/pigtailteacher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SmnoKcIZTtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pUdAhCh_nl8/s1600-h/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 63px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362072097409027794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SmnoKcIZTtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pUdAhCh_nl8/s400/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-2598977198862294472?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2598977198862294472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/feedback-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/2598977198862294472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/2598977198862294472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/feedback-please.html' title='Feedback Please!  :)'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SmnoKcIZTtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pUdAhCh_nl8/s72-c/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-9098858197787105180</id><published>2009-07-23T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:00:33.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good intentions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><title type='text'>New Blog Page!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SmnooEVpn5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/PYpzdYKORKE/s1600-h/DSC08106%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362072606418247570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SmnooEVpn5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/PYpzdYKORKE/s400/DSC08106%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out my newest posting. It's all about my goals and good intentions. You'll find it on my blog page at: &lt;a href="http://www.pigtailedteachergoals.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.pigtailedteachergoals.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-9098858197787105180?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/9098858197787105180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-link.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/9098858197787105180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/9098858197787105180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-link.html' title='New Blog Page!'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SmnooEVpn5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/PYpzdYKORKE/s72-c/DSC08106%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-8353849926275386349</id><published>2009-07-22T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:49:57.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='August'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='co-worker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summertime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>The "A" Word</title><content type='html'>I recently received an e-mail from a co-worker describing her amazing trip to Mexico...how Corona was her water, and that she was in such a remote area that her cell phone didn't get reception and most people around her didn't speak English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of her light-hearted e-mail, while throwing out dates for exploring the best wine to drink with hot, gooey smores, she used the A word...the vile, angst ridden A word...&lt;strong&gt;August&lt;/strong&gt;. She apologized for putting it out there, but nevertheless, she still did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people outside of field of education don't realize that August is like the Sunday night of the work week. August means the end of relaxation and the beginning of meetings, and forms, and setting up the classroom, and making alphabetized lists of your new students, and making a new birthday calendar, and writing your students' names on little popsicle sticks, and getting back into teaching mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ask a teacher when school starts. We know you mean well, but we don't' want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet. : )&lt;br /&gt;-PT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-8353849926275386349?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8353849926275386349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/a-word.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8353849926275386349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8353849926275386349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/a-word.html' title='The &quot;A&quot; Word'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-8015195439715666413</id><published>2009-07-21T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:36:16.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Sights, Sounds, and Smells of My Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;spray paint fumes&lt;br /&gt;the sewing machine&lt;br /&gt;days of our lives&lt;br /&gt;bottle caps with picture puzzles on them&lt;br /&gt;deep fried mushrooms with hot grease still inside&lt;br /&gt;the washing machine&lt;br /&gt;cool whip instead of frosting &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SmZsAMjwrSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/G8ONuWs2Gck/s1600-h/All+Camera+July+2009+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361091157058170146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SmZsAMjwrSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/G8ONuWs2Gck/s320/All+Camera+July+2009+090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a warm washcloth on my face&lt;br /&gt;burgers from the "tiger's den"&lt;br /&gt;a dry towel wrapped around my cold, bathing suit clad body&lt;br /&gt;new underwear at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the painting with the heart carved into the tree&lt;br /&gt;an orange, brown, and green knitted blanket with tassels on the end&lt;br /&gt;fresh cut wood from the hardware store&lt;br /&gt;smelly markers&lt;br /&gt;being barefoot on the grass&lt;br /&gt;hot clothes from the dryer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blankie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-8015195439715666413?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8015195439715666413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/sights-sounds-and-smells-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8015195439715666413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8015195439715666413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/sights-sounds-and-smells-of-my.html' title='Sights, Sounds, and Smells of My Childhood'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SmZsAMjwrSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/G8ONuWs2Gck/s72-c/All+Camera+July+2009+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-3161941279664254334</id><published>2009-07-20T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:16:32.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='co-parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>"It's Never too Late to Adopt a 40 year old!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ACDUAehWcA/SmToIqaU5RI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kdudatdTR48/s1600-h/DSC06257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360664691999040786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ACDUAehWcA/SmToIqaU5RI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kdudatdTR48/s200/DSC06257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When most people think of adoption they think of cute, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cuddly&lt;/span&gt;, little babies or maybe they might think of adopting an older child maybe a 6 year old, maybe a 12 year old. Unfortunately teenagers are commonly over looked when it comes to being placed with new parents. I'm &lt;a href="http://www.baldyugm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Baldy&lt;/a&gt; and I am sad to say that my biological mom passed away when I was young. But a few years ago I was adopted by my best friend's girlfriend, you may know her as&lt;a href="http://www.pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/"&gt; The Pigtailed Teacher&lt;/a&gt;. This wonderfully witty school teacher already had a tight knit group of girlfriends, but never failed to make me feel right at home in her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt;, but a little over a year things took a turn for the better, she, a super busy social sassy, ask me to participate in a mini-triathlon with her, I was honored that she wanted to train for an event with such an ass backward, athletic slacker, such as myself, so I jumped at the opportunity. Shortly after committing to this event I found out that I was pregnant, and being the physical fitness flake that I am, was looking to bail on this whole triathlon thing, but not wanting to let P.T. down, I waited for her to give me an out, by telling me that it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; if we didn't do the triathlon. P.T. did not, instead she rousted me onto a proper training schedule, she endured endless hours of my whining and complaining, coached me through open water neurosis, and opted to walk with me when I bitched about being too 'pregnant' to run. We completed the triathlon! dead last, but we finished! All because she never gave up on me, and it didn't stop there, being 4 months pregnant I was just moving into the "Oh Shit" I'm going to be a mom mode, which meant 1/2 of my brain shut down and the other 1/2 simply shifted into denial mode, focusing on nothing more than "what color shall I paint the nursery?" This is when the official adoption took place P.T. bought me maternity clothes, made me register for baby stuffs, trained to be my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doula&lt;/span&gt;, bought the baby throngs of clothing and toys, sat with me in my house when I was to pregnant to waddle about town, called to check on my condition daily, planned my baby shower, and was there perfectly clad in her pink Mock &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Doula&lt;/span&gt; outfit, ready to hold my hand when the big day &lt;div&gt;came. That was 7 months ago today, now her and her boyfriend (my friend that brought her into my life) are not only the most fabulous pseudo parents to this semi-crazy 40 year old mom but they have become the best co-parents to Little Muffin that I and my partner could have ever dreamt of. So the moral of my long winded story is, that is never too late for adoption, us old kids need love too! So for all of you out there with extra love to spare, think of the cast of characters you call friends and adopt one today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they are over 18, they probably aren't tax deductible though. sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-3161941279664254334?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3161941279664254334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-never-too-late-to-adopt-40-year-old.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/3161941279664254334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/3161941279664254334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-never-too-late-to-adopt-40-year-old.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Never too Late to Adopt a 40 year old!&quot;'/><author><name>urbanite mommy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ACDUAehWcA/Srvz6C3GdtI/AAAAAAAAA0c/T7hEJ38e3mk/S220/DSC07910.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ACDUAehWcA/SmToIqaU5RI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kdudatdTR48/s72-c/DSC06257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-6756651597500590213</id><published>2009-07-20T10:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:17:16.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baldy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='co-parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Co-Parenting</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine recently had a baby and I have been there for the entire ride...from discussions on pregnancy constipation to actually being handed the video camera in the delivery room and told to keep rolling. I've seen the exhausted look in Mommy's eyes and heard the coos from Baby that make it all worth it. I've had spit-up on my knee, and my shirt, and my hand. I've even see photos of Baby's first solid poo (I'm not too upset that I wasn't there to see the real thing. The photo is good enough!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has started her own blog, to help others realize what goes on in a new mom's life and to share the fun and real adventures of being a first time, older mom. It's called, &lt;u&gt;Baldy the Urban Geriatric Mom&lt;/u&gt; and you can find it at &lt;a href="http://www.baldyugm.blosgpot.com/"&gt;http://www.baldyugm.blosgpot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SmSunu0xCBI/AAAAAAAAADc/CLhC26M6MAM/s1600-h/All+Camera+July+2009+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360601454085212178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SmSunu0xCBI/AAAAAAAAADc/CLhC26M6MAM/s200/All+Camera+July+2009+080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baldy said I should write about being a co-parent to Little Miss Thing, but I think I'm no where near co-parenting status. I'm more like a super cool support person. I don't have to do nighttime, wake-up several times, feed me now, and change me duty. I won't have to deal with Baby when she starts teething or when she has her first case of strep throat. And when she's crying, she doesn't want me. She wants her mommy (or daddy, if mommy is not around). And I'm okay with that because I still get loves, and kisses, and I play fun games like peek-a-boo and get-the-waving-hand. Babies are pretty cool and I'm glad I get to be there for this one. :)&lt;br /&gt;-PT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-6756651597500590213?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6756651597500590213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/co-parenting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6756651597500590213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6756651597500590213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/co-parenting.html' title='Co-Parenting'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SmSunu0xCBI/AAAAAAAAADc/CLhC26M6MAM/s72-c/All+Camera+July+2009+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-5944538054121902379</id><published>2009-07-19T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:18:03.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detergent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment manager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elevator'/><title type='text'>Experiement Number 1, Later on Day 4</title><content type='html'>Well, it happened...sort of. Someone cleaned up the detergent in the elevator, or at least they tried to. I got into the elevator Friday evening and was sad to see a majority of the the powdery substance was gone. I fear though, I may have tainted the experiment earlier in the day. You see, I was getting my mail from the front of the building and overheard one of my neighbors talking to her friends about our elevator. I interjected that it's not a very clean elevator and then we briefly discussed the mysterious white substance (I of course, relaying the past dog-pee situation). I'm afraid that the manager-type person that was sitting in the nearby office with the door open, may have heard our conversation and went to checkout the dirty elevator. No worries though, I'm sure I'll have another experiment around here soon enough...maybe I could document how many days the apartment manager parks in one of the handicapped spaces in our garage? I'm sure the Essex company would love to know one of their managers does that on a daily basis. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;-PT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-5944538054121902379?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5944538054121902379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/experiement-number-1-later-on-day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/5944538054121902379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/5944538054121902379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/experiement-number-1-later-on-day-4.html' title='Experiement Number 1, Later on Day 4'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-9083380478134108265</id><published>2009-07-17T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:17:52.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detergent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment manager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elevator'/><title type='text'>Experiement Number 1, Day 4</title><content type='html'>Just checked the elevator. Still detergent on the floor. Since it's Friday, I'm not guessing it won't get cleaned up until next week, that is, &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; it gets cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;He&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SmDgocOgnwI/AAAAAAAAADM/osN4msi9x6o/s1600-h/SDC10161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359530541947330306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SmDgocOgnwI/AAAAAAAAADM/osN4msi9x6o/s320/SDC10161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;re's some background information for you about the origin of this experiment.&lt;/u&gt; A couple months ago a dog peed (I hope it was a dog!) in our elevator and two and a half days went by before I saw one of the apartment managers. I casually let her know that it reeked of urine in the elevator. There was another suit-like company person sitting in her itty, bitty office, so the apartment manager acted surprised, said she didn't know anything about it, and promised she'd get the maintenance person right on it. Liar! She knew about it! She &lt;em&gt;lives&lt;/em&gt; in the building and parks her car in the garage and rides the elevator up and down to her apartment on the second floor! Lying bitch, you knew about the nasty puddle in the elevator and didn't want to clean it up yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure the detergent will just be l&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eft to grind itself into the stained carpet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-PT&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SmDgnqJHPxI/AAAAAAAAADE/JxEitxWsD2A/s1600-h/SDC10160.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-9083380478134108265?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/9083380478134108265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/9083380478134108265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/9083380478134108265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/ex.html' title='Experiement Number 1, Day 4'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SmDgocOgnwI/AAAAAAAAADM/osN4msi9x6o/s72-c/SDC10161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-4067653161806437542</id><published>2009-07-16T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:18:18.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supplies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='staples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good deal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free stuff'/><title type='text'>Shout out to Staples!</title><content type='html'>I had to stop by an office supply store yesterday to purchase something for a special project I'm working on at home, and while I was there I got sucked into buying back-to-school supplies. I went to Staples first since last year I joined their "Teacher Reward Program" and I really liked their customer service...and I liked the good deals they gave to teachers! You know how most of those places have a 1 cent special each week to draw people in? Well, usually you can only buy one or two of those items at the discounted price. But at Staples, if you sign-up for their teacher rewards program you can get a class set (25) at that price. For example, yesterday I got 25 packages of pencils for a penny each. That works out to 300 pencils for 25 cents! I was worried that since the economy is in the crapper this year that maybe Staples would cut back on their rewards program, but they didn't. So thanks Staples! Those pencils will definitely come in handy in my classroom. :)&lt;br /&gt;-PT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-4067653161806437542?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4067653161806437542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/shout-out-to-staples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/4067653161806437542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/4067653161806437542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/shout-out-to-staples.html' title='Shout out to Staples!'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-8320399639993805510</id><published>2009-07-16T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:18:31.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiment'/><title type='text'>Experiement Number 1, Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sl9lwi2Y_1I/AAAAAAAAACI/2jSfJoiMO38/s1600-h/All+Camera+July+2009+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359113966257241938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sl9lwi2Y_1I/AAAAAAAAACI/2jSfJoiMO38/s200/All+Camera+July+2009+095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No real changes. Losing the "mountain fresh" scent. New, small, unidentifiable stain off to the right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-PT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-8320399639993805510?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8320399639993805510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/experiement-number-1-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8320399639993805510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8320399639993805510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/experiement-number-1-day-3.html' title='Experiement Number 1, Day 3'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sl9lwi2Y_1I/AAAAAAAAACI/2jSfJoiMO38/s72-c/All+Camera+July+2009+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-8577673337573293639</id><published>2009-07-15T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:18:51.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiment'/><title type='text'>Experiement Number 1, Day 2</title><content type='html'>I know a lot of us do unscientific experiments on those around us...like seeing how long will it take So-and-So to call you back, whether sitting on the aisle seat on the b&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sl4oumFxBLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/alStUCcje9g/s1600-h/All+Camera+July+2009+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358765387581293746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sl4oumFxBLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/alStUCcje9g/s200/All+Camera+July+2009+138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us will keep the window seat unoccupied just a little bit longer, etc. &lt;u&gt;Here's my latest observational experiment&lt;/u&gt;: Yesterday someone in my apartment building spilled powdered laundry detergent in the elevator and didn't clean it up. I'm wondering how long it for the management to do something about it. I say at least five days, so Friday at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;earliest&lt;/span&gt;. If it isn't cleaned up by Friday, then you know it will be there until at least Monday...god forbid the management do anything over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;-PT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-8577673337573293639?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8577673337573293639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/experiement-number-1-day-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8577673337573293639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/8577673337573293639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/experiement-number-1-day-2.html' title='Experiement Number 1, Day 2'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sl4oumFxBLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/alStUCcje9g/s72-c/All+Camera+July+2009+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-2100258689578302849</id><published>2009-07-15T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:44:45.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aerobics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>I Didn't Have to Do My Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While lying in my warm and cozy bed, at the god forsaken summer vacation hour of 6:00 am, I had a debate with myself. After two hits of the snooze button, I finally decided that if I went to my dance aerobics class this morning that I wouldn't have to do my best there. I decided that just getting out of bed and fighting the demons of excuses that kept coming to me would be a victory in itself. Who cares if my kicks were a little lower today or that my pony steps lacked a little pizazz? At least I was there. And the great thing is, is that it's only 10:00 now and if I still want to crawl back into bed, I can. In fact, I think it's mandatory that I take an afternoon nap at least twice a week during the summer, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-PT (Pigtailed Teacher)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Did I mention the teacher decided that today would be a good day to tryout her "all Irish" cd? Who's ever heard of working out to Irish music? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oy vay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-2100258689578302849?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2100258689578302849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-didnt-have-to-do-my-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/2100258689578302849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/2100258689578302849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-didnt-have-to-do-my-best.html' title='I Didn&apos;t Have to Do My Best'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-7507096152975963369</id><published>2009-07-14T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:19:25.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flossing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coupons'/><title type='text'>My Niche?</title><content type='html'>What should my niche be? Teaching and art? Teaching and stress? Teaching and yummy girly drinks with little umbrellas in them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I do something with art? Art and my family? My students? Myself? Simple art projects everyone can do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of project could I take on that would keep people interested and coming back to this blog? One on weight loss? On my potential flossing habit? One blog I saw recently had a woman's list of her new year resolutions and people could view her progress on them so far. (They could also see photos of her hair growing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SlzvorXTamI/AAAAAAAAABI/EF-NqOJoERk/s1600-h/SDC11368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358421138778319458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SlzvorXTamI/AAAAAAAAABI/EF-NqOJoERk/s200/SDC11368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What kind of weekly or daily item could I add to the blog that would draw people in? Perhaps a question of the day, or a photo, or an entry from my cats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about a section for free/cheap things, coupons, etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my focus could be on children's books? A weekly review? Curriculum ideas? Maybe a place to buy used children's books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;-PT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-7507096152975963369?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7507096152975963369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-niche.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/7507096152975963369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/7507096152975963369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-niche.html' title='My Niche?'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/SlzvorXTamI/AAAAAAAAABI/EF-NqOJoERk/s72-c/SDC11368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-2093450563184354927</id><published>2009-07-13T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:43:17.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Gilmore Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty pleasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summertime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='correct'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schoolwork'/><title type='text'>Sunday Nights</title><content type='html'>I really love summertime. The candy-filled parades, cheesy, local festivals, and the return of the vitamin D producing sun! I love all of it. But what I really enjoy is the lack of stress I feel on Sunday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the school year I often get the Sunday-night-back-to-school-blues. That means I'm a little crabbier, I might have to write off doing something fun with friends in order to face the schoolwork I brought home, and if it's a particularly bad case of the blues, I might end up with either an upset stomach and/or mind that won't shut off at bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of that changes during the summer. Mondays are just an extension of the weekend (and a return of one of my guilty pleasures, reruns of &lt;u&gt;The Gilmore Girls&lt;/u&gt;.) No upset stomach. No last minute prep. No alarm clock going off at 6 am (unless I want it to, dammit!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to figure out how to make my summer last the other ten months of the year. : )&lt;br /&gt;-PT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-2093450563184354927?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2093450563184354927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunday-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/2093450563184354927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/2093450563184354927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunday-nights.html' title='Sunday Nights'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-6143758341818562527</id><published>2009-07-10T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:19:56.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neck pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flossing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aerobics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water aerobics'/><title type='text'>Bad Habits</title><content type='html'>Why is it that bad habits are hard to break and good ones hard to start? I wonder if bad habits are naturally tied into some instinct of doing things the easy way, perhaps taking the past of least resistance? For example, I have a habit of cracking my neck. Some would consider this a bad habit. With a simple &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rotation&lt;/span&gt; of my chin to the left, and then the right, my neck often gives off a cracking sound. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; do it without even thinking about it. Maybe it's because it's so quick and easy that the habit lives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Slz3cpJLuRI/AAAAAAAAABY/pUqvo_UVj5k/s1600-h/SA400567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358429728116816146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Slz3cpJLuRI/AAAAAAAAABY/pUqvo_UVj5k/s200/SA400567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now let's look at a good habit, like flossing. It keeps our teeth strong, helps &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;head off&lt;/span&gt; bad breath, and some say it's linked to improving the condition of the heart. But does that mean I jump out of bed every morning and run to the bathroom and grab my little container of Crest Glide (mint flavored, of course) and floss my way to a healthier me? Of course not. Why not? It's simple, easy, and cost effective. But it does take time and effort...and I have to make it a priority when I'm at home. Since it's summertime and I have very few excuses for not flossing (although I can come up with excuses at the drop of a hat!), I am making a half-hearted attempt to floss at least three days a week. That's every other day for heaven's sake; I should be able to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for exercise. I can make up some lame excuses for not going to the gym, but since I have the time right now, I'm trying to go at least four days a week. So far I've been more successful in reaching this goal than the flossing one. This week I've taken yoga with a deep voiced, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gangly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, done dance aerobics to 50's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wop music (I felt like I was "Sweating to the Oldies"with Richard Simmons"), and I went to water aerobics at the nearby community center. (I thought I had read the schedule wrong and maybe walked in on a senior citizen aerobics class, there were so many gray-hairs there!) Since I started working out two weeks ago I have had less neck pain and headaches, so maybe this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt; is worth following through on this time. :) I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;-PT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-6143758341818562527?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6143758341818562527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-habits.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6143758341818562527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/6143758341818562527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-habits.html' title='Bad Habits'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Slz3cpJLuRI/AAAAAAAAABY/pUqvo_UVj5k/s72-c/SA400567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866611870721936743.post-4584994783702678305</id><published>2009-07-08T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:05:23.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elementary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>Let Me Introduce Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Smj6p1uEkoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qYfaIj6dGF4/s1600-h/DSC08136%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361810953086472834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Smj6p1uEkoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qYfaIj6dGF4/s400/DSC08136%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am a recovering, stressed-out third grade teacher in Seattle, Washington. I say recovering, not because I have quit teaching, but because I am on summer vacation right now. I'm slowing beginning to forget about the million little things that make teaching a less rewarding job than I thought it would be...the nasty parent notes, the endless forms from the principal, the time consuming assessments we are required to give, the tense staff meetings, the endless correcting of assignments, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been teaching for about eight years now; seven years as a classroom teacher and about a year as a substitute. I have worked mainly in public schools, but I did have the opportunity to work in a small private school for a few months. Most of my time has been spent with second and third grade students, but I have experience with preschool through high school aged kids. In addition to being a classroom teacher, I have also taught art and enrichment (a catchall term that meant I had to run around and be a flexible, jack-of-all-trades...an art, drama, movement, creative writing, recess duty, reading specialist, please cover my class at the last minute, sort of position).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;So why am I starting this blog? Here are the basic reasons:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To share with others the highs and lows of teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To have fun and try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To practice my writing skills. (Because one day, when I grow up, I want to write children's books!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you check my blog often. I plan on posting almost daily, to share with you fun stories, random insights, and other interesting bits of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pigtailed Teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866611870721936743-4584994783702678305?l=pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4584994783702678305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-me-introduce-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/4584994783702678305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866611870721936743/posts/default/4584994783702678305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailedteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-me-introduce-myself.html' title='Let Me Introduce Myself'/><author><name>Pigtailed Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15942295750382695170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Sqs4Sq8u2iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2iv1IGVmslU/S220/DSC08160%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b0Sz04uyJ1E/Smj6p1uEkoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qYfaIj6dGF4/s72-c/DSC08136%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
