<?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-21467919</id><updated>2011-11-14T20:46:53.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is- My Life on a Webpage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-6871044427019711371</id><published>2009-05-24T20:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:45:13.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggling...</title><content type='html'>Struggling seems to be a topic I run into over and over again lately. It seems safe to say that everyone is struggling somehow whether it is due to the economy, family or personal heartbreak. Today I read 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thesselonians&lt;/span&gt; 3:3 &lt;div&gt;...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 19, 32); font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;so that no one would be disturbed by these afflictions; for you yourselves know that we have been destined for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 19, 32); font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I was reading this as part of a bible study I'm doing and the topic this week is assurance in victory. This verse stood out to me as I was sitting in church listening to the pastor preach on faith. After reading this verse I think it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; to remember that as Christians we are destined for affliction. We are meant to live a life that imitates Christ and a life that each day brings us closer to God. To grow closer we must need him; we must need to deepen our faith. These struggles may be a part of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christan&lt;/span&gt; life. It's difficult to imagine that a loving God would want us to struggle and would willingly allow hurt to be brought into our lives. In this I go back to finding comfort in not needing to understand God. Simply knowing he is God and he has a plan and he will see it through completion (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 12px; "&gt;Philippians 1:4-6) is my comfort.). That does mean constant reminders that Christ does have a plan and it is for good. I must also remind myself that my definition of good most likely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; line up with Gods. I base my thoughts and plans on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wordly&lt;/span&gt; views. I try not to, but I'm a sinner and it's inevitable. It's difficult to want and desire and realize that my wants and desires may not be God's will or at least his will for me. It's hard to give control of my life over to him. It means I have to humble myself and I can see where pride constantly gets in the way of my letting God's will come to fruition in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-6871044427019711371?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/6871044427019711371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=6871044427019711371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/6871044427019711371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/6871044427019711371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2009/05/struggling.html' title='Struggling...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-2513532494929027983</id><published>2007-01-30T17:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T17:37:13.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniggity Snow Days Rock</title><content type='html'>Second Tuesday that we've had a Snow day.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a full week of work since Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;It's been kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;Of course maybe since I haven't had a full week that would explain why I've had to go in 2 Saturday's in a row.&lt;br /&gt;It all balances out.&lt;br /&gt;My sister Janie is home visiting.&lt;br /&gt;I've missed her.&lt;br /&gt;When she turned 18 she decided to drop out of high school and move to Florida to live in a tent. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;She seems good though.&lt;br /&gt;A little weird how someone can be such a big part of your life then gone and you adjust and then come back and you adjust to that.&lt;br /&gt;It makes you realize that while there are people in your life you think you can't live without they don't really 'fuel' your life.&lt;br /&gt;It just goes on.&lt;br /&gt;I thought Christmas would be weird without her, but it wasn't that weird.&lt;br /&gt;You just adjust.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry-may not make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my good friend Jo Ann I'm totally addicted to MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I have been trying  to collect more friends than the other.&lt;br /&gt;Are you supposed to feel bad if you deny people from being your friend?&lt;br /&gt;There are some scary fellas out there.&lt;br /&gt;Their pages say they are from my town so now I'm afraid I will see them and they will remember I said DENY to their friend request and they will hate me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't need any freaky freaks on the MySpace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-2513532494929027983?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/2513532494929027983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=2513532494929027983' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/2513532494929027983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/2513532494929027983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2007/01/sniggity-snow-days-rock.html' title='Sniggity Snow Days Rock'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-6005956896219061849</id><published>2007-01-17T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:59:40.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To rent or to own that is the question</title><content type='html'>So I'm considering buying a small house.&lt;br /&gt;That really scares me though.&lt;br /&gt;See I get paid 4th year teachers sallary and I'm paying off my undergrad loans and I plan on starting grad school in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;Grad school will set me back a cool $50,000.&lt;br /&gt;I will be poorer than poor people.&lt;br /&gt;So do I keep renting which is basically throwing money away or buy a house as an investment?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, is any house I can afford an investment?&lt;br /&gt;If I continue to rent(a new apartment...a new year means a new dwelling) then I could look into buying next January/February and feel alot better about my finacial situation.&lt;br /&gt;I will know exactly what my school costs will be and what not.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on another note, what do you think about this sketchiness...&lt;br /&gt;My ex and I broke up a month and a half ago.&lt;br /&gt;Last week this girl(who I know through him)calls me up and says...&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I heard you and Tom broke up."&lt;br /&gt;me: "uh, yeah"&lt;br /&gt;her: "So is that a good thing?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "uh, I guess so."&lt;br /&gt;Okay...what did she think I was going to say, I don't know her that well did she want the break up story?&lt;br /&gt;Her:" yeah, I had no idea until my friend (whose name I will not mention) called me up to tell me she was dating Tom ******."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Umm, okay...what?"&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what is going on? Why are you calling me?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;Her: "So how long have you been broken up? "&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Like a month or so"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Oh, well, they've only gone out like 3 times I guess they met on the internet."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "nothing" b/c what the hell do I say...I never talk to this girl...let along about something so personal.&lt;br /&gt;Her : "So, I was just telling (insert husbands name here) that we should do something with Tom and Wendy but since you guys broke up I thought I'd call you and see if you wanted to go out with us on Friday?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "um...Okay maybe..."&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story. Very weird and true.&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough I did go out Friday and had a very good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-6005956896219061849?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/6005956896219061849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=6005956896219061849' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/6005956896219061849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/6005956896219061849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-rent-or-to-own-that-is-question.html' title='To rent or to own that is the question'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-300800117251634674</id><published>2007-01-11T20:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:53:19.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>shorty short</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/Rab2mWLWueI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eh4cTebY-SU/s1600-h/100_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/Rab2mWLWueI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eh4cTebY-SU/s320/100_0751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018969973399665122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it did take a while quick review things that have happened...warning here some are not good but I'm just putting it out there so you ahve an idea...&lt;br /&gt;I will just say I'm glad this is a new year. I'm ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;(A side note...watching Grey's right now and George's dad has esophagus cancer. That is what my dad had. Take the tumor...he can make it!)&lt;br /&gt;Okay...a student at my school died from choking, another of my previous students committed suicide, my sister dropped out of school and moved to Flordia when she turned 18, and Tom and I broke up.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know why I wrote that for anyone in the freaking world to read, but all of those things have had a big impact. Not necassarily negative either. Just big.&lt;br /&gt;(OK...emotional...George's Dad's scar looked just like my Dad's...freaky weird...like having your life on tv).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.......&lt;br /&gt;Here is the big news......&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready......&lt;br /&gt;I posted on 2peas!!!&lt;br /&gt;username: wendysophia&lt;br /&gt;Yep, just 3 posts, but they are there, oh, and I added a picture so you all know what I look like now.&lt;br /&gt;A little reassuring to know I'm not some superfreak,huh?&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse, I guess I could still be  a superfreak and that could be someone else, but it's me, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Just for good measure I'll add another picture...maybe if we can figure this out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-300800117251634674?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/Rab2mWLWueI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eh4cTebY-SU/s72-c/100_0751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-116786406563870472</id><published>2007-01-03T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T16:41:05.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Hey, it's been a long time, but I'm baaaack.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of changes and it's a new year.&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of time to update, but soon, I promise...soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are just tons of people out there waiting for an update(ri-ight).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-116786406563870472?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/116786406563870472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=116786406563870472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/116786406563870472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/116786406563870472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-115695229117976266</id><published>2006-08-30T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:38:11.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>here's a little...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Don't know how to link, but got this off of Jess (CAjess14):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;Called Tom from school&lt;br /&gt;bought 'teachery' material I said I'd never buy&lt;br /&gt;wished it would stop raining&lt;br /&gt;didn't work out, again&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep before the end of LAO&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Jenny forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to eat breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Mailed Tom a card&lt;br /&gt;Have a diagnostic Interview for Jenna and Dustin that's making me nervous&lt;br /&gt;Will stick to my diet for the 3rd day straight&lt;br /&gt;having a good hair day&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm never having kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;Want to have Taco Bell but stick to diet&lt;br /&gt;Will get folders and buelletin board done&lt;br /&gt;Will scrap&lt;br /&gt;Will remember breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Will stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Will pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;My classroom is infested with grasshopper/crickets&lt;br /&gt;(what's the difference...I think crickets are black????????)&lt;br /&gt;Is that weird?&lt;br /&gt;They freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-115695229117976266?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/115695229117976266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=115695229117976266' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/115695229117976266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/115695229117976266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/08/heres-little.html' title='here&apos;s a little...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-115679001143830705</id><published>2006-08-28T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T13:33:31.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunatic</title><content type='html'>So, I found some small monograms at Walmart on clearance.&lt;br /&gt;Only a $1.50.&lt;br /&gt;What a bargain...so I bout 2 'w's and 1 's'.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was 'altering' them.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to bring in one 'w'  and the 's' for my desks at my schools.&lt;br /&gt;They turned out quite cute...or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;I was just sitting here looking at the 'w' and thinking "wow, you are so creative and did such a wonderful job on that 'w'. "&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed that I had covered it in paper with writing...&lt;br /&gt;and the only word you can read, right in the middle of the 'w', on the hump if you will, is :&lt;br /&gt;LUNATIC.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm a lunatic but have a very pretty 'w'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-115679001143830705?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/115679001143830705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=115679001143830705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/115679001143830705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/115679001143830705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/08/lunatic.html' title='Lunatic'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-115634935703754146</id><published>2006-08-23T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T11:09:17.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Action</title><content type='html'>So, I didn't think I would be able to say this...but I'm so glad to be back at school.&lt;br /&gt;The day seems to go by much more quickly, though, when you have to work.&lt;br /&gt;Everything here at school is so fresh and everyone(almost) has positive attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;Should be a good year.&lt;br /&gt;Looked up info to take GRE next month.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just give a school the $50,000 and then they would say here 'ya go there is your degree.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I wish I could go to school full time and not have to work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just scared to do both.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy school.&lt;br /&gt;I enoy working (which is school, too).&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know if I enjoy both at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;On the scrapbooking front...&lt;br /&gt;Tom requested to look at my scrapbook(or I shoved it at him as soon as he sat down on my couch) and  I was telling him my scrapping has gotten so much better from when I started 7 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;My style has changed so much...not so cutesy.&lt;br /&gt;So, he asked to see an earlier scrapbook(Or I shoved that one at him, too).&lt;br /&gt;He said he couldn't tell much of a difference except that now I seem to buy more stuff where before I seemed to make more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Is he right?&lt;br /&gt;Is it not more creative and artsy?&lt;br /&gt;Am I just caught up in some product frenzy?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so and hope not.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like each page is a little bit of art.&lt;br /&gt;I used to draw and paint...now I express it on a scrapbook page.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;Are you picking up what I'm putting down?&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe...like to say that.&lt;br /&gt;Fifth grade teacher at my old school used  to say it.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-115634935703754146?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/115634935703754146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=115634935703754146' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/115634935703754146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/115634935703754146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-in-action.html' title='Back in Action'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-115602467665213150</id><published>2006-08-19T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T16:57:56.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wassup</title><content type='html'>School starts on Monday and it is bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;Always sad when summer ends, but I love fall and am starting to look forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;While it's been kinda nice to be away from the computer I feel like I've missed out on some stuff and haven't been to 2peas in like forever.&lt;br /&gt;Still don't have a computer and that was a summer goal.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting really frustrated at not being able to share pages.&lt;br /&gt;I need scrappy people input on my pages.&lt;br /&gt;My family and Tom say nice things, but they don't really get it.&lt;br /&gt;My "scrapbooking" freinds are more the creative memories type (not you JoAnn and Faryl).&lt;br /&gt;so, while it's cool to get together with them sometimes I feel like they look at my pages and are just not getting it either.&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be short...I'll be posting a lot more in the future since I'll be back at school.&lt;br /&gt;I do have a request though...for anyone out there who prays...pray for my family and my sister in paticular. I can't put the details here i don't know who reads it. It is a really bad situation. I feel like she is lost forever. I don't know how to reach her. She has made some life altering decisions that I can't even comprehend. So please pray for my family, my sister, myself.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the whole anonymity of the internet is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-115602467665213150?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/115602467665213150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=115602467665213150' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/115602467665213150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/115602467665213150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/08/wassup.html' title='wassup'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-115374967776277696</id><published>2006-07-24T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T09:01:17.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost over</title><content type='html'>Summer break that is.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm ready to go back to school though.&lt;br /&gt;I like how every year I get to start out fresh.&lt;br /&gt;That is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;This summer has gone by soooo fast.&lt;br /&gt;I turned 27 last week.&lt;br /&gt;How did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;How did I get so old?&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel old.&lt;br /&gt;When you tell people you are turning 27, though, their reaction will make you feel old.&lt;br /&gt;Your Grandma may say on the way to your birthday dinner 'don't ever think you are too old to have kids because I just heard on the news that a woman had a baby in her 60's. '&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't feeling too old BEFORE you said that.&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling too young now though.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in such a long time so much to write about.&lt;br /&gt;Went to our great county fair last week.&lt;br /&gt;Actually spent like all of Friday in the auction for the 4-h animals.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the girls in their first year were so sad.&lt;br /&gt;They raise those animals and then adios it's off to be slaughtered.&lt;br /&gt;I also got to watch some kids show their hogs ( I don't think you are supposed to call them pigs).&lt;br /&gt;This consists of a bunch of people walking in a ring with hogs and they are tapping them with sticks (actually, I was told by one little girl they are called canes).&lt;br /&gt;And this is supposedly one of the most prestigious awards you can win...the showmanship award.&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend did this in 4-H, he only got second though...poor boy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we are watched some kids on horses gallop around some cones for like 5 sec. and Tom says I don't see the point in this.&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, excuse me, aren't you the person who used to hit a pig with a stick for an award?&lt;br /&gt;And this doesn't make sense?&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to check out he 2peas gallery and then lay out.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to rain the rest of the week, so must get the sun in today.&lt;br /&gt;It is very hard to date a farmer when you love to lay out on hot sunny days.&lt;br /&gt;Farmers like it to rain.&lt;br /&gt;Like all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Like check the radar every free chance for rain.&lt;br /&gt;Ummm....doesn't the corn need some sun too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-115374967776277696?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/115374967776277696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=115374967776277696' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/115374967776277696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/115374967776277696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-almost-over.html' title='It&apos;s almost over'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-115091267033766291</id><published>2006-06-21T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:57:50.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Luv'n</title><content type='html'>So, I was trying to think of a summery title for this post and that song popped in my head...now it is stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love those Sandy and Danny duets.&lt;br /&gt;Most people prefer that I not sing this out loud...but I prefer that I do...very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;Do you all just love lightning bugs(unless they land on you, I hate that)?&lt;br /&gt;I have to drive by all kinds of fields when I drive home from my parents(there's more that corn in Idiana, there are soybeans, too.)&lt;br /&gt;All the lightning bugs just make everything so sparkly and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember being little and being so excited about catching them, but then always feeling bad that I put them in a jar so letting them go right away.&lt;br /&gt;Love summer...&lt;br /&gt;lightning bugs...&lt;br /&gt;warm nights...&lt;br /&gt;sunsets...&lt;br /&gt;days at the beach...&lt;br /&gt;bbq's...&lt;br /&gt;eating outside at restaurants...&lt;br /&gt;driving with the windows down...&lt;br /&gt;suntans...&lt;br /&gt;long sunny days...&lt;br /&gt;summer storms...&lt;br /&gt;the fair...&lt;br /&gt;4th of July...&lt;br /&gt;seeing family...&lt;br /&gt;not working...&lt;br /&gt;flipflops...&lt;br /&gt;very little makeup and messy ponytails...&lt;br /&gt;baseball games...&lt;br /&gt;late night icecream runs...&lt;br /&gt;slow walks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-115091267033766291?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Is there anyway that I can post those pictures from my email here on my blog? I've tried, but I really have no idea what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;Also once I scan pages how do I post them? I know I have to save the picture to jpg, right? If anyone can tell me how to do this I will be your bff forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-115074889061206382?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/115074889061206382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=115074889061206382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/115074889061206382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/115074889061206382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-help.html' title='a little help'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-115055238037855750</id><published>2006-06-17T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T08:53:00.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>been so long</title><content type='html'>So, I got out of school a week and a half ago and haven't really touched a computer since.  It's been nice, but now I fell kinda out of it. I really will have to buy a computer this summer. I hate spending money. Hate it. Unless it is on scrapping stuff or cute clothes. More scrappin' stuff lately, though.&lt;br /&gt;It is finally nice enough to lay out and now I'm working again. Well kinda working. My family owns a building supplies (siding, windows, doors...) and my aunt is on vacation so I'm helping out.&lt;br /&gt;Helping is a relative term here.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where anything in the store is or how to order sofit and j-channel (I do know what those are though) so all I can do is chat the customers up until my cousins husband can come and really help. I can go get lunch though and make deliveries.&lt;br /&gt;Very good at that.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch may screw up the diet plan that I've got going on.&lt;br /&gt;THis is the new plan: Mini-marathon in Bloomington in September.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons this rocks:&lt;br /&gt;Get to do something with college friends.&lt;br /&gt;Get to go to Bloomington which I love love love.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda have to get in shape no time for slacking.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons this doesn't rock:&lt;br /&gt;I don't like running.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Katie said we could walk it, but #1 walking 13 miles would take forever and #2 I know I could walk it so I want to challenge myself.&lt;br /&gt;Did I say I don't really like running?&lt;br /&gt;Bloomington is not exactly flat.&lt;br /&gt;There are hills many hills to make the running harder.&lt;br /&gt;I just read Darcy's blog and saw that her husband is running like a 5 minute mile. I was pleased with my 12 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been going to the Y every day. I did have to take  break from the running b/c I seem to run funny on my left foot and I think I may have really hurt it. So, I 'm taking a week off the running and biking and doing the eliptical and strength.&lt;br /&gt;While my equally wimpy friend Melissa and I were doing a little strength training yesterday at the Y this huge (major muscle man;like he wears a weight belt when he works out)black guy challenges us to do some pull-ups. My upper body strength is pretty non-existent so this is next to impossible. Since we couldn't do that he made us do some other arm excercises. The next this I knew he had us in this little mini training and is asking what time we come every day. He says he'll have us in shape in not time. The whole time I'm just cracking up. This guy must feel so bad for us. He is funny though, I think he may be from south-Africa so he doesn't speak english all that well. We'll see how this turns out.&lt;br /&gt;Just from yesterday's workout my arms hurt when I type!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-115055238037855750?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/115055238037855750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=115055238037855750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/115055238037855750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/115055238037855750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/06/been-so-long.html' title='been so long'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114953127139457737</id><published>2006-06-05T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:14:31.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't deal</title><content type='html'>Only 2 more days of school.&lt;br /&gt;I wait and wait, and now when there are only 2 days left I feel like I'm going to have an anxiety attack.&lt;br /&gt;I get so nervous that I won't get something done or will forget about something.&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor did say I most likely will be coming back to the same schools.&lt;br /&gt;That is the first time she has told me that.&lt;br /&gt;Exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Working in the same building, with the same people, and with the SAME KIDS  and SAME IEP'S!!!&lt;br /&gt;Very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I locked myself out of my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;I do this quite often.&lt;br /&gt;When I called my dad to see if he or my mom could come pick me up he said not to worry b/c my landlord should be by soon to make his scheduled 'has Wendy locked herself out again' check.&lt;br /&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;So, I called the landlord people.&lt;br /&gt;They weren't home.&lt;br /&gt;I sat outside my apartment forever ignoring the leering scary men as they drove by.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my mom came.&lt;br /&gt;My landlord finally called.&lt;br /&gt;They said come get the key.&lt;br /&gt;They called back and said wait an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't spend money b/c my debit card wasn't working and I had no cash.&lt;br /&gt;I called the bank and the lady gave me some code to use in the ATM.&lt;br /&gt;That didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;I called the bank again and they closed b/c it was after 5 eastern time.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid eastern time.&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the ol' landlords.&lt;br /&gt;I asked if I could get an extra key b/c I'm someone who will continue to lock herself out.&lt;br /&gt;They said that the key couldn't be copied and they didn't want to give me the extra 'cause what if I locked both of them in the apartment?&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...okay.&lt;br /&gt;What if I lock myself out and they are on VACATION?&lt;br /&gt;I just sit around waiting for them to get back?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they just change the lock?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just remember to grab my keys before I go out?&lt;br /&gt;I just start thinking of something else and shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;Then I stand there looking at the door thinking 'oh,sh*t, my key's are in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114953127139457737?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114953127139457737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114953127139457737' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114953127139457737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114953127139457737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-cant-deal.html' title='I can&apos;t deal'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114902265207894445</id><published>2006-05-30T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T15:57:32.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I always do things like this</title><content type='html'>So, I was driving back from the Chicagoland area on Sunday afternoon. No traffic. Very nice. I merged on to I80. Came to the booth where I needed to get my toll ticket. Ummm...no one there.&lt;br /&gt;I look around. No one in the next booth either. Very confused at this point. Finally, I decide okay might as well go there's nothing I can do. So, seriously, as I'm pulling away I realized hey that was a machine one. STUPID. Of course I had to explain this to the lady at the next toll booth. She was VERY nice though and didn't make me pay the entire amount that you usually have to pay when you don't get a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;I do stuff like that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Friday after school I had a tanning appointment at 5:30. I decided to go to the outlet mall to get my freind, who I was visiting in Chicago the next day, baby an outfit. I had bought my present and still had an hour till my appointment so I decide to do some more 'me' shopping. So, I just wander around then I decide I'm hungry so maybe I should go to Wendy's. As I'm pulling into the drive thru I realize it is 5:40. Yup, totally forgot about the tanning appointment.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the present I went specifically to the outlet to buy? When I got home I wrapped it set it where I wouldn't forget it. Left on Saturday and arrived at Jenny's realized I left the present at home. Sitting where I wouldn't forget it.&lt;br /&gt;I need school to end.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114902265207894445?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114902265207894445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114902265207894445' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114902265207894445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114902265207894445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-do-i-always-do-things-like-this.html' title='Why do I always do things like this'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114866256714523459</id><published>2006-05-26T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:56:07.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some not so seriousness</title><content type='html'>Today I'm having a regular mountain dew.&lt;br /&gt;First non-diet pop in years.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I just felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little-bit guitly, though.&lt;br /&gt;Is that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there is a big 'yard sale' on Notre Dames campus.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly there are ipods and other good things there.&lt;br /&gt;I will be attending.&lt;br /&gt;I could use an ipod, but not enough to spend $$$ money on it.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the sale starts at 7 am.&lt;br /&gt;THat is 6 am my time since for some reason even though I live in Indiana I am in a differend time zone.&lt;br /&gt;So we will have to leave a little after 5 am.&lt;br /&gt;So I will have to get up at 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely I will not be showering.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely I will be very tired around 1 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, there will be a nap time and work out time in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be going to visit my friend Jenny who lives in Palentine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm her daughters god-mother and I havne't seen her in months.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad god-mother.&lt;br /&gt;This does mean that tonight I will be stopping by the outletmall to pick up a cutie girl baby present.&lt;br /&gt;When Jenny asked me to be godmother she said 'this means you have to buy her lots of cute presents, okay'&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm....kinda been lacking in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 3-day weekends.&lt;br /&gt;So very nice to go to bed on Sunday and know you don't have to go to work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully get some good scrappin time in this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make like a tree and leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114866256714523459?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114866256714523459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114866256714523459' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114866256714523459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Really liked it.&lt;br /&gt;I must agree and am glad he brought up the fact that DiVinci lived many many years after Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;He was not there.&lt;br /&gt;If DID choose to put Mary in his painting then why does that really matter?&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't at the last supper.&lt;br /&gt;He is an artist, he interprets life through his eyes, he is not a historian...&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you could say no he wasn't there but he was part of the secret society that protected the secret from that time, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Well, to that I say this book is fiction.&lt;br /&gt;It is good exciting fiction.&lt;br /&gt;It is better and more exciting than the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Also I believe the movie will test your faith more than the book.&lt;br /&gt;In the book/movie they say the church has conspired for many years that we would not know Jesus was married.&lt;br /&gt;They (or Constantine)did this by picking the books of the bible.&lt;br /&gt;"Crucial" books were left out written by Mary Magdalene and Jesus himself.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...that is very easy to believe IF you don't have faith.&lt;br /&gt;If you are a believer and faithful then you must believe that God had a hand in picking the books of the bible.&lt;br /&gt;This is what he has given us to guide our lives and learn about him.&lt;br /&gt;Would he allow for mortal people to control what goes in and out of it?&lt;br /&gt;No remember God works through us here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;He is in control.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone has heard this...he works in mysterious ways.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are already questioning your faith and just looking for something else to believe in then, yes, you can take this very well written fictional story and believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;If you are already a christrian then remember what you have been taught.&lt;br /&gt;We know Jesus was as human as he was devine.&lt;br /&gt;This is stated in the bible.&lt;br /&gt;He had to be human in order to die and be risen from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Jesus was married.&lt;br /&gt;Historically, it would have been more unbelievable for him to have been single.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Magdalene was important to him.&lt;br /&gt;She is the one who discovered the tomb was open.&lt;br /&gt;But if this was really important to our christiantity don't you think God would have included this in the bible?&lt;br /&gt;He would not let us know through a fictional non-christian writer so many years later.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I didn't offend anyone.&lt;br /&gt;This has been on my mind since I read the book.&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read the book I would reccommend it.&lt;br /&gt;It is good and if you want to discuss it don't do so with ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;But remember if you read the book and want to use it to discuss religion don't be ignorant about the bible and christiantity either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114857898212886207?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114857898212886207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114857898212886207' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114857898212886207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114857898212886207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-insights-on-code.html' title='More insights on the code...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114847864550115749</id><published>2006-05-24T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T08:50:45.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Code...</title><content type='html'>So last weekend I went to see the DiVinci Code with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;I must say I was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;Of course the movie is never as good as the book.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this book is a great novel of our time or anything.&lt;br /&gt;It was a quick and interesting read.&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone else think the movie was kind of cheesy?&lt;br /&gt;The flashback scenes seemed really old school as far as special effects go.&lt;br /&gt;The ending.&lt;br /&gt;Why did they change it?&lt;br /&gt;I was very disappointed with the ending.&lt;br /&gt;I also thought they focused more on Jesus being 'only a miraculous' man a bit more in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;The book's focus was more on Mary Magdalene.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry folks if you enjoyed it, but I just wanted to get that off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, went out with some of the teachers last night from one of the schools I work at.&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Just nice to see everyone relaxed and out of their element.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114847864550115749?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114847864550115749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114847864550115749' 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days to go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking I might want to get a parttime job for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be fun though and make money at least a little bit of money.&lt;br /&gt;It must also be flexible 'cause I need to visit people over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows of a job like that let me know.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I lived  closer to a scrapbook stor, but they are all so far away I would probably spend more money in gas than I would make.&lt;br /&gt;That is what happens when you live in Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;So, Tom and I went to another wedding this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I got to wear my new dress which I loved and got lots of compliments on.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find a picture of it from brands site, but couldn't and we didn't take any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Last wedding I took a whole role and they were all the same people so I didn't feel like having more pictures of the same people at a different wedding a week later.&lt;br /&gt;The reception was right on the lake and it made me so anxious for summer.&lt;br /&gt;I will go to the beach at least 2 times a week and the other days will be at my aunts pool.&lt;br /&gt;And I will be tan.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know that is not good for me.&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding Tom and his sister and BIL went to the Blue Chip Casino.&lt;br /&gt;T and I didn't spend any money, but it is entertaining to just watch everyone and they had a band playing wearing afro wigs(I have no idea why).&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of sad I guess too, because ALOT of those people should not be there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure a lot of people spend their whole checks.&lt;br /&gt;T and I were too cheap to spend even $20 in the slots.&lt;br /&gt;I did help his sister lose 20.&lt;br /&gt;I think I might be bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;So here is Tom's funny joke of the weekend, first some back ground...&lt;br /&gt;he got some new dress shoes a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;They look really cool.&lt;br /&gt;They have a square toe and appear to be really long b/c he has big feet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Some people say they look like boats.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at the end of the night he said...&lt;br /&gt;"They may look like boats, but they fit like canoes"&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but that still cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think his blistered heels are laughing though.&lt;br /&gt;I got Em's CJ.&lt;br /&gt;Very cute.&lt;br /&gt; I love the colors!&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to decide which quote to use...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114831929022307574?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114831929022307574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114831929022307574' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Journal:&lt;br /&gt;Complete  and on its way.&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...I forgot to take pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;I was just so worried about getting it done and out...&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to take pics and maybe send them to me or even post them that's be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use these three little dots {...} when I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad...&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about this in my last post.&lt;br /&gt;I know it was Mother's Day weekend and I had a great time with my mother and grandmothers on Sunday, but I want to brag about my dad a little.&lt;br /&gt;Our town is very small, like 600 people small.&lt;br /&gt;They recently decided to build a new little league field.&lt;br /&gt;A very big deal in a small town.&lt;br /&gt;The new feild or actually feilds look great.&lt;br /&gt;They don't even compare to the old ones.&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is a contracter and spent a lot of nights and weekends out there building a concession stand, lending his tools and expertise.&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off my brother only has one more year of Little League so we won't even be using this field that much.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Saturday was the big dedication.&lt;br /&gt;I mean BIG.&lt;br /&gt;There was a fly over.&lt;br /&gt;In LaPorte, the 'biggest' town next to my home town they always have a 'fly over' before the 4th of July parade.&lt;br /&gt;Two fighter jets usually fly over.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty big deal, I guess b/c LaPorte isn't that big either.&lt;br /&gt;I personally hate this part of the parade b/c  it is too loud.&lt;br /&gt;That is not the point and I'm way off track.&lt;br /&gt;The Little League dedication flyover consisted of 2 small personal planes, I thought it was kind of funny, but people were taking this very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;The fields were also dedicated to Glenn Rosenbaum who is from Union Mills and played for the White Sox.&lt;br /&gt;He is also like a 120 years old, but what ever, he showed up and spoke and there was even a representative from the White Sox Team with him. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my dad,&lt;br /&gt;The president of the LIttle League was giving a speech about everyone who had helped and thanked them.&lt;br /&gt;He had named like 50 people and hadn't said my Dad's name yet.&lt;br /&gt;I know my Dad didn't do this for recognition, but I was kind of getting a little upset that they didn't at least mention his name.&lt;br /&gt;Well, then the pres. called my Dad out on the feild!&lt;br /&gt;He took like 5 minutes just to talk about my Dad and what a great help he'd been and yadayadayada...&lt;br /&gt;It was soo touching and my Dad even had to wipe away a few tears.&lt;br /&gt;6 years ago, my Dad was diagnosed with Esophogeal Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;He was given a 5% chance of living.&lt;br /&gt;Those first 2 years were tough.&lt;br /&gt;No one expected him to make it.&lt;br /&gt;But he did.&lt;br /&gt;It is a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;Doctors can't explain it.&lt;br /&gt;They told us from the beginnging there was very little hope.&lt;br /&gt;We always tease him that God just didn't want him.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 5 years ago I never even thought my Dad would be here to watch one of my brothers games let alone to help build the new Little League Field.&lt;br /&gt;So, there you go.&lt;br /&gt;Love you Dad.&lt;br /&gt;So glad you are still here.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114787544094023221?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114787544094023221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114787544094023221' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114787544094023221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114787544094023221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-dad-and-circle-journal.html' title='My Dad and Circle Journal'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114778393452430682</id><published>2006-05-16T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T07:52:14.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit of this; a little bit of that</title><content type='html'>Grey's:&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm....sorry, but I was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone who enters that hospital as a patient actually live?&lt;br /&gt;Denny got a hear AND HE STILL DIED!!!&lt;br /&gt;Why did Izzy quit?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't Meredith stay away from Dr. McDreamy?&lt;br /&gt;If he wants her so bad why doesn't he just leave his wife?&lt;br /&gt;Why did they have a prom?&lt;br /&gt;That was a little cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;I think the best part was Dr. Burke and Christina.&lt;br /&gt;I like them.&lt;br /&gt;I hope his hand gets better by next season.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even talk about George.&lt;br /&gt;His girlfreind kinda scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Life:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but it is crazy right now.&lt;br /&gt;School is almost out and there is still so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;I want to work out everyday, but it is frustrating that I don't feel like my body is changing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting a new 'work out plan' and hopefully that helps.&lt;br /&gt;My apartment is a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;I can't function well when it gets that way.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm at school.&lt;br /&gt;It throws my whole day off.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know when I will be able to clean.&lt;br /&gt;I need a new dress for this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;That is good.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be heading to the outlet mall  sometime this week when I get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;I do love living 20 minutes away from that place.&lt;br /&gt;Divinci Code comes out this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to see it.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good book.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still confused about why it is so contreversial.&lt;br /&gt;They say Jesus is a human.&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...the bible says Jesus is as much human as he is God.&lt;br /&gt;Where is the contreversy?&lt;br /&gt;People slamming the president.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I voted for him.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like him.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm in that small percentage that is still supporting him.&lt;br /&gt;I think he is doing a better job than Kerry would have.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there was anyone else on the Ballot really to vote for.&lt;br /&gt;He is the president.&lt;br /&gt;If we don't support him  who will?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't being the president of the US deserve a little respect?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry, I'm not really into politics.&lt;br /&gt;This just bugs me.&lt;br /&gt;When people who voted for him totally rip him apart.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, do you wish you voted for someone else?&lt;br /&gt;Well....no...I guess not....&lt;br /&gt;Than either support the person you voted for or do something else about it!&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm not a political person...&lt;br /&gt;have no idea where that is coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending out the CJ tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Very excited about this.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114778393452430682?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114728924960521569</id><published>2006-05-10T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T14:27:29.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She did it again...</title><content type='html'>That is right, Brittney is pregnant again.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Britt, what are you thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a fan, but Kevin Federline?&lt;br /&gt;I think there is a possibility you could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;That Jason guy you married for a night in Vegas was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy busy week.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher appreciation week though...lots of goodies in the teachers lounge.&lt;br /&gt;Being totally good about working out.&lt;br /&gt;Doing okay on the eating better thing...refer back to the goodies line.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we only have 19 days of school left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had time to scrap in forever.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully will tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I need some new pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should develop the role in my camera, duh.&lt;br /&gt;I need a digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Indy over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Spent $30 something at the Xanadu...had to 'cause of NSBD.&lt;br /&gt;Even bought some clothes...and they were NOT all on sale.&lt;br /&gt;That is a big step for me.&lt;br /&gt;We went out to Broadripple that night.&lt;br /&gt;I realized my clothes are not near as cute as they used to be in college.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have as many places to wear cute clothes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm a little older than I was in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had so much fun with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of them ran in the Indy marathon.&lt;br /&gt;My friend's fake boobs go very well on her body.&lt;br /&gt;They look very proportional.&lt;br /&gt;Although, I don't advocate plastic surgery I must admit she does look 'more balanced' now.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends in college, at least from  my sorority, were el-ed majors and I got to see alot of them this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of them hate teaching and want to get out...that is kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;My job is a little crazy sometimes, but I love working with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine doing something else.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to go eat some more food and then head over to a different school for a conference...see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114728924960521569?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114728924960521569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114728924960521569' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114728924960521569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114728924960521569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/05/she-did-it-again.html' title='She did it again...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114677145377507828</id><published>2006-05-04T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T14:37:33.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>clearing things up</title><content type='html'>So I was just re-reading my last post and I think I may have worded something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote about having fun at the wedding, but I couldn't say what was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that is being read in the way I meant it.&lt;br /&gt;What I mean was it was a lot of fun, but nothing I could really pinpoint just a good time in general.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just wanted to clear that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling so well today, but it's been a pretty easy day. I didn't even get into school yesterday. I literally slept all day. Think I will go home and sleep right after school today. I have lost six pounds though since Monday night. I'm pretty sure that 6 lbs is made up of every drop of water in my body though and I might be dehydrated now. All day as I was laying in bed, I just kept staring at my scrap desk thinking I wanted to scrap, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Maybe tonight if I'm feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down to Indy this weekend. Some friends are running in the Indy marathon. I think Niki is running, too? I'll look for you and yell "way to go" or something just as encouraging. Then one of the girls who was in my sorority is graduation from optomoptry school so we're going to her party. She has implants and I haven't go to see 'em yet so that should be interesting. Hope there not too big or she could poke someone's eye out. Get it...eye...optomotrist? Yep, I'm too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, I"m going to Indy I will be stopping in at nice scrapbook stores on the way.  That is always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in case anyone is wondering what people who live in small Indiana towns do for fun with their farmer boyfriends...well, we go to Young Farmer meetings. Yep, you heard me right.  There is a group of young farmers (mostly married people younger than me with 5 kids and the wives are pregnant) that get together and eat and have a meeting. It's really not that bad. Sometimes it is hard to talk to the other women b/c they tend to want to talk about kids and being pregnant, and Tom is always off talking about Farming and comodity prices and what not and I really can't add to that conversation. I did only get asked once if Tom and had talked yet about getting married. Ummm...no...and not to hurt your feelings, but  I probably wouldn't tell you Mrs.YOung Farmer whom I see 2x a year if we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did ride Tom's motorcycle to the meeting and I got to wear the new jacket he bought me.  It is really cool. He did such a good job picking it out.  Exactly what I would have picked out.  It does make freezing on the back of the bike a little more tolorable if I know I'm looking cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114677145377507828?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114677145377507828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114677145377507828' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114677145377507828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114677145377507828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/05/clearing-things-up.html' title='clearing things up'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114649148053609973</id><published>2006-05-01T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T08:51:20.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another weekend gone...</title><content type='html'>So, not suprisingly, I didn't post any layouts.&lt;br /&gt;I tried.&lt;br /&gt;Really I did.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get the scanner.&lt;br /&gt;Might be the scanners fault might be the operaters.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a wedding with Tom this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Had soooo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Can't really say what was so much fun, but it was fun, you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister had prom this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure she should have been allowed to go...but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;I need to let my parents make those decisions and support them.&lt;br /&gt;I did her hair.&lt;br /&gt;She looked beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Really stunning.&lt;br /&gt;Her dress was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;She looked 17 and still was pretty.&lt;br /&gt;So many girls wear crazy dresses that are way too old.&lt;br /&gt;You are only 17 appreciate it because very soon you will be older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched In Her Shoes yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I read the book a couple years ago and wasn't crazy about the book.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think I liked the movie better.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever been able to say that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept through both Despartate Housewives and Greys last night.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even attempt to stay awake for Grey's.&lt;br /&gt;That is sad, b/c I've been waiting forever for a new one to be on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 26 more days of school!&lt;br /&gt;That seems like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I get a little panicky when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there is so much to do...conferences to schedule...testing...&lt;br /&gt;It will get done, though.&lt;br /&gt;Then summer,ahhh....&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is a boring post,sorry...&lt;br /&gt;That is all I got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114649148053609973?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114649148053609973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114649148053609973' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the most wonderful waster of time ever.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously excel at this.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to find a career, though, where this is considered an asset.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep looking though, because someone out there has to appreciate the procrastinator, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barb, from the CJ group tagged us all&lt;br /&gt;so I think I will do this.&lt;br /&gt;I've never done a tag before, and I'm all about doing wild and crazy things I've never done before...&lt;br /&gt;like typing semi-personal stuff about myself on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;here goes:&lt;br /&gt;5 things In my fridge :&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot&lt;br /&gt;b/c I need to&lt;br /&gt;go to the&lt;br /&gt;store&lt;br /&gt;I think there are 3 jugs of skim milk&lt;br /&gt;cause I can never finish one and I don't throw them away&lt;br /&gt;for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my closet:&lt;br /&gt; I love my closet it super organized(like by color and type of clothing and shoes in clear stacked boxes oraganized)&lt;br /&gt;-Cowboy boots&lt;br /&gt;-purses I never use cause it seems like too much of a hassle to switch stuff from one purse to another&lt;br /&gt;-alot of sweaters that I like too much to get rid of, but not enough to wear&lt;br /&gt;-My two favorite BCBG dresses evah!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Christmas decorations and random crap-I only have one closet people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In My Purse:&lt;br /&gt;-always have my cell and I'm a call screener so I never answer it&lt;br /&gt;-chapstick, although, it's NOT in there today and I think my lips might fall off&lt;br /&gt;-Ms.Manicure's emery boards to go-a life savor-thanks mom.&lt;br /&gt;-Altoids and cinnammon tic-tacs&lt;br /&gt;-a Camera and extra rolls of film-just in case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In My Car ( a super duper wonderful Honda Element the best car ever)&lt;br /&gt;-sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;-Every Tim McGraw cd ever made&lt;br /&gt;-tons of stuff that I was supposed to donate and keep forgettting&lt;br /&gt;-no carpeting- a perk of having an element-it is water proof&lt;br /&gt;-a sunroof over the back seat - which I can never close when it is raining so it is a good thing the car is waterproof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I might try to post some pictures/layouts this weekend, but whenenver I say that it never works out sooo...who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114616220546055325?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114616220546055325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114616220546055325' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114616220546055325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114616220546055325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-award-goes-to.html' title='And the award goes to...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114590692869733989</id><published>2006-04-24T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T14:28:48.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid blogger</title><content type='html'>Wouldn't let me post ealier.&lt;br /&gt;Thing I love about my job today: FOG.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it allowed me an extra hour of sleep today.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that.&lt;br /&gt;Thing I don't like: feeling guilty about not wanting to work in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;I know I should to save money, but there are so many other things I could do if I don't work.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends are teachers so I can go visit them and I can scrap all day and I can go to the beach/pool everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another very weird thing:&lt;br /&gt;I've had two dreams involving people from the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;The first one I dreamt that I met Darcy and Mara.  This is so weird to me b/c I've never seen these people.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream that my boyfriend and I were hanging out with Darcy and her husband.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't know why, but it just seems weird.&lt;br /&gt;I reapeat I have never met these people.&lt;br /&gt;I just read what they write about their lives randomly.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe it's not that weird, but it seems weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kat for organizing the CJ. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I may be purchasing a computer this week.&lt;br /&gt;This is a big step for me.&lt;br /&gt;For one, the most expensive thing I have ever bought besides my car is my couch.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty sure that wasn't too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I don't know anything about computers.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to spend a lot of money and get a crappy computer.&lt;br /&gt;Third, I will have to get the internet and I'm very cheap.&lt;br /&gt;I have no real phone, no cable and no internet.&lt;br /&gt;It is like living old school very inexpensive old school.&lt;br /&gt;Living this way allows me to spend money on important things like Heidi Swapp chipboard letters, I mean, my school loans.&lt;br /&gt;Of course maybe I can start scanning some of my layouts.&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe i could start submitting some of them.&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe something would get published.&lt;br /&gt;And that people is a goal of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I also need a new camera.&lt;br /&gt;A really nice new explensive camera.&lt;br /&gt;That is digital.&lt;br /&gt;So I can take more pictures and not have to wait till I develop my film to see what they look like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114590692869733989?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114590692869733989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114590692869733989' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114590692869733989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114590692869733989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/04/stupid-blogger.html' title='stupid blogger'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114589611363719607</id><published>2006-04-24T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T11:28:33.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Musings...</title><content type='html'>Just some random thoughts for today:&lt;br /&gt;-gotta love fog when you work at a school and you get an extra hour of sleep b/c of it.&lt;br /&gt;-100 calorie snack packs; especially the oreo ones. I LOVE these!&lt;br /&gt;- I actually worked out yesterday on a Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;-even though I'm working out about 5 times a week I'm gaining weight and no I don't think it is b/c muscle weighs more than fat.&lt;br /&gt;-stupid desperate Hwives and Grey's were recaps last night-that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;-did I mention oreo snack packs?&lt;br /&gt;-I read The DiVinci Code yesterday - very good. I didn't find it that controversial, but I suppose it is if you are Catholic. The whole controversy is proving that Jesus was a man. Ummm...doesn't the New Testament say that he was a mortal man?&lt;br /&gt;-I think Ali Edwards needs to come out with her own magazine. That small section in CK isn't enough for me. I need more.&lt;br /&gt;-got some scrappin done this weekend and am full of ideas right now...that's good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;-My Hobby Lobby now has HS chipboard letters. I freaking love HS.&lt;br /&gt;-Does it seem like people who own scrapbook stores are kinda snooty?&lt;br /&gt;-Only 30 days of school left&lt;br /&gt;-No real summer job plans. I can't decide if I should get one or not,hmmm... If anyone knows of any good partime jobs in NWIndiana let me know.&lt;br /&gt;-Cannot wait to go to the beach and read and do absolutely nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;-Need to get started on grad school applications...but don't really WANT to.&lt;br /&gt;Outty 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114589611363719607?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114589611363719607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114589611363719607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114589611363719607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114589611363719607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/04/monday-musings.html' title='Monday Musings...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114546830080893423</id><published>2006-04-19T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T12:38:20.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't go eat the candy bar</title><content type='html'>That is what I have to keep telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;Some teacher's son is selling candybars in the teachers lounge as a fun raiser.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even really like candybars.&lt;br /&gt;The end of the day is dragging though and it is calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;Went out for Dyngus day, thought I would be in bed by 10:30, but didn't get home until like 2am!!!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do this stuff anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I was definitely dragging at school yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I did see my school psychologist out and she was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;It's good to see work people out of the usual element.&lt;br /&gt;I also saw one of my previous students mother bumping and grinding away.&lt;br /&gt;That is always a little akward.&lt;br /&gt;I spent last night at my parents and hung out with my sisters and brother for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine having only 2 kids.&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 younger sisters and a little brother and sometimes they are a pain in the neck, but other times, like last night they are hilarious and so much fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;My brother is 13 and was seriously cracking me up last night.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I can't imagine having any kids, but when I do or if I do I think I have to have alot.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my future off spring to miss this kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114546830080893423?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114546830080893423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114546830080893423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114546830080893423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114546830080893423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-go-eat-candy-bar.html' title='Don&apos;t go eat the candy bar'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114530537932297936</id><published>2006-04-17T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T15:22:59.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Dyngus Day to all</title><content type='html'>Have you guys ever heard of Dyngus Day?&lt;br /&gt;It is the day after Easter and every one goes crazy 'cause Lent is over.&lt;br /&gt;It is some polish holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not Polish nor do I participate in Lent, but I still Dyngus.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason people in my hometown and Southbend really get into it.&lt;br /&gt;My town has buses that bring you to all the bars.&lt;br /&gt;On any other night of the year you would not want to enter 99.9% of the bars, but tonight it is okay b/c there will be normal people out.&lt;br /&gt;It is quite the fun time.&lt;br /&gt;Best thing about it is you go out early so I can still get in a full 8 hours before school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the young hip person that I used to be though b/c I'm already dreading that feeling you have the day after you drink.&lt;br /&gt;I get this feeling after like one drink.&lt;br /&gt;I also HATE smoking in public places and this is pretty common in drinking establishments.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE when people smoke around me.&lt;br /&gt;I  HAtE that someone else can make a choice that affects me on so many unhealthy levels.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to drink fine;I won't get drunk from you drinking or liver failure, but if you smoke I will get lung damage.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, seriously,I could go on all day about that.&lt;br /&gt;I once almost got in a fight a fraternity party b/c I took a cigarette out of a girls hand and put it out.&lt;br /&gt;SHE almost put my EYE out with it though!&lt;br /&gt;I don't care-I'd do it again.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a B.A. (bad a**)when it comes to standing up to not Smoking!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously enough of that...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Dyngus Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114530537932297936?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114530537932297936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114530537932297936' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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fun, relaxing, got somethings accomplished, but not everything I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;Did a lot of scrapping though.&lt;br /&gt;Worked out almost everyday even Saturday...and the big thing is that I went by myself.&lt;br /&gt;That is a huge thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a fear of being laughed at (makes no sense I know) and seems that I could easily make a fool of myself while working out.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know no one laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;Watched the first season of Lost.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going crazy, because I need the second season to be out on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;I can't just start watching in the middle you know.&lt;br /&gt;I have eaten ALOT of chinese.&lt;br /&gt;This may be the reason for no weight lost despite the constant working out.&lt;br /&gt;I did go down to Bloomington to visit the girls I nannyed for during and after college.&lt;br /&gt;They are getting so big.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;They are starting to forget some of the things we did together.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun with the though.&lt;br /&gt;I love B-town, but there were crazy storms and a bunch of roads were closed so I didn't get to spend anytime on campus which was my plan for my last day.&lt;br /&gt;It made me miss being in school.&lt;br /&gt;When every one was your age and there was always something to do.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone watch Extreme Home Makeover last night?&lt;br /&gt;The little girl on there has Lissencephaly.&lt;br /&gt;That is what my friend's baby was just diagnosed with.&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of cool that they had it on the show.&lt;br /&gt;It is a rare disease and so many people have questions.&lt;br /&gt;I hope alot of their friends got to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;My mom said it was very informative and uplifting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114467439948408779?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114374514146361597</id><published>2006-03-30T12:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T12:59:01.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with a kindergartener...</title><content type='html'>Young student: Do I kandom?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm sorry I didn't understand you can you say it again?&lt;br /&gt;(remember, I teach speech)&lt;br /&gt;Young student: DO I LOOK KANDSOME?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Handsome?&lt;br /&gt;Young student: Yes, handsome (like he said it all along).&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, you do.&lt;br /&gt;(he is wearing ghetto blue shiny warm up outfit, very handsome indeed)&lt;br /&gt;Young student: Smell my body (as he leans closer to me)&lt;br /&gt;Me:(very nervous this could go one of two ways, but I bravely take a whiff of the top of his head)&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, are you wearing cologne?&lt;br /&gt;Young student: Yep, I'm handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my kids crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one showed me his teeth the other day and said "Look at my teeth!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;I asked him what was different from the last time I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;He replied "They're falling out; I'm gonna be rich!"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to break his heart, but I don't think the tooth fairy has ever made anyone rich.&lt;br /&gt;At some point the money stops rolling in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114374514146361597?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114374514146361597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114374514146361597' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114374514146361597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114374514146361597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/03/conversation-with-kindergartener.html' title='Conversation with a kindergartener...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114366367950256885</id><published>2006-03-29T14:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T14:21:19.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm too sexy</title><content type='html'>I really have to start looking a little more stylish when I come to school.&lt;br /&gt;When I first started I always looked cute, but now I just think those kids think I'm cool no matter what I wear:)&lt;br /&gt;So, today I just wear black pants and a zip up sweater=totally boring teacher look and who comes to school?&lt;br /&gt;A model.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that is right a freakin model.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not really a super model but she has been in some magazines and some commercials.&lt;br /&gt;Cute sweater, jeans tucked into tall boots and beautiful without trying made me feel just a little dowdy.&lt;br /&gt;This is also a girl that Tom went to school with and we saw at the bar Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;I guess she lives in L.A. but is here visiting family.&lt;br /&gt;She came and talked to the second grade today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a little confused about that.&lt;br /&gt;What was she saying to second graders?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm definitely working out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe models should come to school everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114366367950256885?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114366367950256885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114366367950256885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114366367950256885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114366367950256885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-too-sexy.html' title='I&apos;m too sexy'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114355518693226103</id><published>2006-03-28T08:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T08:13:07.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling creative...</title><content type='html'>So I just got to school(or work) and I was browsing 2peas and looking up some of Ali Edwards stuff(she is sooooo inspirational) and now I am itching to go make something...and I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tempted to just call off and go home and CREATE.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't I will stay here and have my creativity stifled.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not stifled really, buy get it out through other outlets than the preferred means of scrapbooking.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;Get really inspired and can't wait to scrap...but you can't for some reason?&lt;br /&gt;I have to stay late tonight and then go work out so I won't be home until nine.&lt;br /&gt;Hope this feeling doesn't go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114355518693226103?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114355518693226103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114355518693226103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114355518693226103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114355518693226103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/03/feeling-creative.html' title='feeling creative...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114348473426697907</id><published>2006-03-27T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T12:38:54.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>please petition for 3-day weekends</title><content type='html'>Do you ever just feel tired?&lt;br /&gt;Like go to sleep right now lethargic slowmoving kind of a day?&lt;br /&gt;That is today.&lt;br /&gt;I need an extra day in the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;That would make my life perfect...really that is all it would take.&lt;br /&gt;Had my grandma's 81st suprise birthday party this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;We are super sneaky like that having an 81st instead of an 80th.&lt;br /&gt;She was very suprised.&lt;br /&gt;My little sister was seriously afraid she would have a heartattack and requested that we not yell surprise.&lt;br /&gt;We did anyway though b/c what is a surprise party without the "SURPRISE"?&lt;br /&gt;I altered a small paint can and then came up with 60 reasons why I love her.&lt;br /&gt;I brought 21 blank strips to the party.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma has 8 kids and like a million grand and great-grand kids.&lt;br /&gt;You would think filling the blank papers would be easy.&lt;br /&gt;No so much.&lt;br /&gt;People kept saying "I don't know what to write" or "I'm not creative".&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me? You can't think of one and I came up with SIXTY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-I figured out the annonymous poster.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was someone related to me, b/c the wrote Wendy Sophia like I was being lectured.&lt;br /&gt;She is getting a new weimereiner named Kya, that threw me.&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking of friends that were having babies.&lt;br /&gt;Nope .&lt;br /&gt;It was my aunt and her baby is a dog.&lt;br /&gt;They are cute puppies though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm random today.&lt;br /&gt;Drove Tom, his roommate, Chad, and Chad's friend to the bars on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;Chad and his friend were drunk and trying to hook up.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you they were hitting on some 'quality' young ladies.&lt;br /&gt;I was so ready to go and no one else was.&lt;br /&gt;They talked me into bringing them to another bar on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;Here they found some more young ladies to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Tom told them we were leaving.&lt;br /&gt;They did not come.&lt;br /&gt;We waited in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;They did not come.&lt;br /&gt;I drove Tom home.&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad about this, but people please have a little respect for your driver.&lt;br /&gt;Tom said it was okay to leave them and they got home somehow or another.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm just rambling on and on without a point.&lt;br /&gt;This is way long.&lt;br /&gt;People probably will get bored sometime around the middle and stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that means I could write anything I wanted down here at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;I won't though...&lt;br /&gt;Outty 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114348473426697907?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114348473426697907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114348473426697907' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114348473426697907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114348473426697907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/03/please-petition-for-3-day-weekends.html' title='please petition for 3-day weekends'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114297528083175225</id><published>2006-03-21T14:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T15:08:00.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm uncomfortable...</title><content type='html'>With annonymous comments...there are two on my last post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda thinking in know who it is, but I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is a little freaky that anyone can read what I write.&lt;br /&gt;Tom believes a blog is just asking for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;"Putting things about yourself on the internet can only lead to bad things" is actually what he said.&lt;br /&gt;I say whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So here is a dilema.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm so ADD.&lt;br /&gt;Like really really really ADD.&lt;br /&gt;Not like hyper, but way out of it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not on meds for it and I think it is the reason I've been so creative all my life.&lt;br /&gt;I spend a lot of time thinking about things I shouldn't be thinking about at that time so this leads to creative thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it is seriously bugging me at work.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I can get nothing done.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get my masters, but that freaks me out because  I get overwhelmed very easily.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Had a wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Indy to visit a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do anything really exciting, but it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;I did by a book on cd and didn't finish it on the way home so now I'm craving time in my car.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could listen to it at home, but it isn't the same.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Desparate Housewives and Grey's Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed awake and this is a great accomplishment for me.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet thing done by Tom:&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry so he went out and got me a pizza so I wouldn't have to miss any of Desparate Housewives.&lt;br /&gt;I did go out for St. Patricks day.&lt;br /&gt;I did struggle to keep my eyes open  at the bar and not becuase I was drunk but b/c I CANNOT stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...I had to let a student go back to class early today b/c I kept nodding off.&lt;br /&gt;In college my friends thought I had narcolepsy(spelling??).&lt;br /&gt;Could be...but I think it goes back to the ADD thing.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not entertained I will just sleep.&lt;br /&gt;My body just wants to shut down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird and I'm ending on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114297528083175225?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114297528083175225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114297528083175225' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114297528083175225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114297528083175225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-uncomfortable.html' title='I&apos;m uncomfortable...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114237001949726079</id><published>2006-03-14T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:00:35.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's jugs are bigger than Annette's</title><content type='html'>Grease...my favorite movie of all time.&lt;br /&gt;Know every word.&lt;br /&gt;Every song, although, some people do not think that I should sing them.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...those people are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why that line is stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Made dinner(not big, but still I made it) on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Tom came over we watched TV and read Cosmo.&lt;br /&gt;The boy loves Cosmo.&lt;br /&gt;He says he needs a womans perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday went and saw Faryl and baby Sadie.&lt;br /&gt;They are doing so good.&lt;br /&gt;Sadie is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;That was a fun afternoon and both Nick and Faryl are being very positive.&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Tom's best friends baby that night.&lt;br /&gt;We just hung out and talked.&lt;br /&gt;His friends wife was feeding the baby in the nursery for like an hour and a 1/2 straight.&lt;br /&gt;I was beginning to wonder if she actually had that much milk in her.&lt;br /&gt;I know it is healthy and best for the baby, but breast feeding freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the whole pregnancy thing freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;There is a PERSON GROWING INSIDE YOU!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that is not a little freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I was sooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;Went to church with my family.&lt;br /&gt;That was good;haven't been able to go in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Took a nap at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Tom and I always watch Desparate Housewives and Grey's on Sunday nights.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have cable and don't get that channel.&lt;br /&gt;So, I called him to see if they were new or reruns.&lt;br /&gt;He checked and said reruns.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to stay home because I was tired and thought I would finish the album I'm making Faryl.&lt;br /&gt;He called me last night.&lt;br /&gt;He lied.&lt;br /&gt;They were NOT reruns.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so behind now.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a run down of what happened, but it's not the same.&lt;br /&gt;So sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114237001949726079?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114237001949726079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114237001949726079' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114237001949726079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114237001949726079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/03/nobodys-jugs-are-bigger-than-annettes.html' title='Nobody&apos;s jugs are bigger than Annette&apos;s'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114201005376770335</id><published>2006-03-10T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T11:00:53.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Friday Tidbits</title><content type='html'>Right now I am:&lt;br /&gt;feeling a little neasueas, don't know why&lt;br /&gt;just finished my only diet Pepsi for the school day&lt;br /&gt;have an absent student so have time to do this&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for lunch&lt;br /&gt;am nervous about my conference later, hate confrentation(for the life of me I can't remember how to spell that) and the teacher involved loves it&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to get home&lt;br /&gt;am wondering if I actually will work out tonight&lt;br /&gt;am going to cook dinner tonight&lt;br /&gt;can't believe my brother turned 13 yesterday&lt;br /&gt;can't believe my parents had his birthday dinner at Hooters&lt;br /&gt;can't believe he "shook his booty" in front of 50 other costumers.&lt;br /&gt;am having a really good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been thinking about little baby Sadie and my friends, her parents, and have come to this conclusion.  This is a baby that will demand nothing of any one but to be loved.  Yes, her basic needs will have to be met but other than that she just needs love. She won't need anyone to be  a role-model, friend, disiplianrian, teacher or all those other thing parents have to be.  In that way I suppose she is a blessing. At first I coudln't figure out why God would give my friends a child like this. I know they can handle it, but at the same time I know they could raise wonderful children. Well, looking at it this way has helped me. Already, Sadie has touched so many lives and she is only a week old. Just her being a week old is a miracle. Everyday she lives is a miracle.  I did grieve for them at first, for what they could have had or what I expected them to have (not just a child, but the life-style, this child means an entire life-style change) and after some thinking and praying myself and everyone else in their life is beginning to embrace what was unexpected.  Sorry,  this is something I just needed to get out. It's been on my mind all week and I finally feel at peace about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114201005376770335?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114201005376770335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114201005376770335' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114201005376770335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114201005376770335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/03/random-friday-tidbits.html' title='Random Friday Tidbits'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114176481977009911</id><published>2006-03-07T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T14:53:39.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait...I didn't do it</title><content type='html'>So, I couldn't post. My friend and I did a trial one and I had it all figured out. Unfortunately, when I got to Tom's house (where I have my layouts scanned) I coudn't get it to work b/c they weren't saved under jpg (whatever that means). If someone could please tell me how to save the scan under this jpg thing you would be a wonderful person.&lt;br /&gt;On to other news, my good freind just had her second baby last Wednesday. Everything went fine until Friday. The baby's breathing kept stopping and she was aspirating her food.  After a very long weekend we found out this morning that she has Lissencephaly, most likely.  This means the ridges in her brain didn't form. It is not good. It's so scary all the things that can go wrong when you have a baby. Life is very precious.&lt;br /&gt;So even though you have no idea who this person is if you read this say a little prayer for this family. For the parents to be comforted and be strong and for the sweetest little girl, Sadie Jo, to be safe and if anything know she is loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114176481977009911?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114176481977009911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114176481977009911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114176481977009911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114176481977009911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/03/waiti-didnt-do-it.html' title='Wait...I didn&apos;t do it'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114161143330897117</id><published>2006-03-05T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:17:13.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, I did it!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I finally (I think) posted on 2peas. Please, check it out and tell me what ya think. I'm going to try and post maybe four of my favorite layouts tonight, but I may not be that patient.&lt;br /&gt;My name over there is WendySophia.&lt;br /&gt;Can't get that Golddigger song out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Why do weekends go so fast?&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing right now and I'm hoping for a 2 hour delay tomorrow. I'm thinking it's not very likely though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114161143330897117?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114161143330897117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114161143330897117' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114161143330897117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114161143330897117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-i-did-it.html' title='Finally, I did it!!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114123754985840826</id><published>2006-03-01T11:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T12:25:49.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RECIPES</title><content type='html'>My two favs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreo Balls (or as Tom calls them Micheal Jackson Balls)&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 package of Oreo's&lt;br /&gt;18oz package of cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;white almond bark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very easy: crush the Oreo's and mix with the cream cheese. Roll into balls and dip in the melted almond bark then let cool.&lt;br /&gt;These are soooo good and so not good for you.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves them when they have them. My sister has made them with reeses cups and chocolate almond bark, but I don't know how well that works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next one: Cheesy Crunchy Chicken&lt;br /&gt;We used to always have this in my sorority and it was everyone's favorite. I recently made it for Tom and I and it was delicous and easy&lt;br /&gt; Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;6-8 chicken breasts&lt;br /&gt;1 can chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;slices of swiss or mozerella cheese (like the sandwhich cheese)&lt;br /&gt;herbed dressing mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bake the chicken for 30 minutes then and the chicken soup and cook for another 10 min. Next add a slice of tomatoe, 1/2 slice of cheese and sprinkle on bread crumbs. Bake until melted then serve and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was easy because those are like the only two thinks I know how to bake.&lt;br /&gt;I did go to the Y yesterday and it kicked my butt.  My friend and I decided to do a 60 minute aerobics class. What was I thinking? I used to power walk 2 miles everymorning but haven't since it got too cold so now the only excercise I've done is pilates. While that's hard it's not cardio, so, I was ready to pass out like 20 minutes into the class. I also don't have the worlds greatest coordination so I'm sure everyone was laughing at me which is my fear.  I will be going back tonight, though!&lt;br /&gt;Tom and I tried to post some of my pages last night on 2peas and I'm sure it is really simple, but we couldn't do it. My sister is going to help me on Thursday. Hopefully I will have something posted by Friday morning and I would love to hear comments. My 2peas name is wendysophia.&lt;br /&gt;I hope other bloggers are going to be posting recipes today b/c I'm trying to cook more, but am running out of good, yet easy, recipes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114123754985840826?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114123754985840826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114123754985840826' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114123754985840826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114123754985840826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/03/recipes.html' title='RECIPES'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114116043808551448</id><published>2006-02-28T14:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:00:38.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spelling typo</title><content type='html'>Okay, In my most recent post(like 20 seconds ago) I misspelled unnecassarily and it was driving me crazy. I don't know if people read this, but I would hate for you to think I can't spell and have no self-confidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114116043808551448?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114116043808551448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114116043808551448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114116043808551448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114116043808551448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/02/spelling-typo.html' title='Spelling typo'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114116027526064300</id><published>2006-02-28T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T14:57:55.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is in sight...</title><content type='html'>The end of the day that is. Only 20 minutes to go.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going to the Y to work out. For real.&lt;br /&gt;I say this because I live literally 100 feet from the front doors of my local YMCA and even had a membership for 7 mos and never went in there.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the big night though folks.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that I don't like to work out in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;i have  some major self confidence issues and I know people are most likely staring at me and laughing like crazy, but something in my head tells me they are and it makes me unnesaccarily nervous.&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined to lose this 10 pounds that I've gained.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that losing 10 pounds is so hard when those people on Oprah lose like a hundered all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you have more to lose you are more motivated.&lt;br /&gt;So...maybe I should gain more weight to lose more?&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;So why is everyone 'over blogging'?&lt;br /&gt;What will I do all day when people stop updating?&lt;br /&gt;Please, people, for my sanity keep the blogging up.&lt;br /&gt;Darcy says tomorrow is recipe day so I will try and think of something in my limited recipe experience to post.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114116027526064300?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114116027526064300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114116027526064300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114116027526064300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114116027526064300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/02/end-is-in-sight.html' title='The end is in sight...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114080354705481191</id><published>2006-02-24T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T11:52:27.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy beautiful</title><content type='html'>School is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;People I work with are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;They make me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wish people could get in your head and really understand you or you could do the same so you could understand someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's like people are from a different planet.&lt;br /&gt;This would only work though if you allowed them to come in.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me people do not want an all time access pass into my mind and vice versa I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;Farm shows and even tractor pulls are fun if you are drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Saw lots of farmers.&lt;br /&gt;You could seriously buy anything you wanted with John Deere on it.&lt;br /&gt;Saw some seriously skanked out girls.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they didn't know that when you went to a farm show you would just be looking at combines all day.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they thought it was a cover up rave.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to get away. Can't beleive it is Friday already.&lt;br /&gt;That was a whole week ago.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get away again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a slumber party with my cousins 2 daughters tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to attempt to make cards.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a teacher and I have patience like a saint when working with kids in my classroom, but it doens't transfer over to my everyday life very well.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, hope your weeks were spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114080354705481191?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114080354705481191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114080354705481191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114080354705481191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114080354705481191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/02/crazy-beautiful.html' title='crazy beautiful'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-114011839699345835</id><published>2006-02-16T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T13:33:17.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliggety Bloggin'</title><content type='html'>In college my friends and I used to call all the boys we dated or whatever "_iggety insert name here" like griggety Greg, Jiggety John...&lt;br /&gt;So lately for some reason I can't stop doing this with every name I think of.&lt;br /&gt;Tom and I are Tiggety Tom and Wiggety Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;That makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;My freind and her husband are Miggety Matt and Kiggety Katie.&lt;br /&gt;That sounds a little stupid(sorry Katie, but it's true).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;Big farm show this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;I need a "vacation" even if it means looking at big tractors for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;At least it will be looking at big tractors in another town.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the ever so exciting motorcycle show last weekend with Tiggety.(Hehehe-see laughing).&lt;br /&gt;I think he really believes I might purchase a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;I think he really might be out of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;I was scared to even sit on them when they were just in the show room.&lt;br /&gt;What if they fall over?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think helmets do that much.&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, I've rode on the back of his and it wasn't scary, but I have absolutely no interest in riding on one by myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stick to the nice low to the ground snowmobile. I like that.&lt;br /&gt;Plus you get to where ALOT of clothes so even if you fall off you won't get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;ANd you land on SNOW not asphalt!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, have a good weekend y'all (getting into the Louisville speak).&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Niki tagged me I will do it when I get back:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-114011839699345835?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/114011839699345835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=114011839699345835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114011839699345835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/114011839699345835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/02/bliggety-bloggin.html' title='Bliggety Bloggin&apos;'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-113994958827565602</id><published>2006-02-14T14:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:39:48.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awwww...one of my fourth grade boys brought me in a small box of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the story he just told me(remember he is only in 4th grade):&lt;br /&gt;boy: I had to go to Juevie (juvenile detention center) for a couple years once.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh really, why was that? A couple years is a long time you know.&lt;br /&gt;boy: yea, well, when I was like 5 my girlfriend broke up with me the day before Valentines day and got a new boyfriend and he was cheating on her so I beat the snot out of him.&lt;br /&gt;?!?!What the....?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Where did he even come up with that story. He also said he went once when he was 3.&lt;br /&gt;He was so into it I just let him go on.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got a box of candy out of the deal.&lt;br /&gt;So today sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy family stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to go into it, but I will say my sister and family need a lot of prayer right now.&lt;br /&gt;And a v-day shout out to Tom.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being so great.&lt;br /&gt;You really make me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday when we were driving home I just couldn't stop thinking about how much happier and just more complete feeling when I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think he reads this, but all the same.&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely Valentines Day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all boxes of chocolate and great stories from 9 year old boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-113994958827565602?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/113994958827565602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=113994958827565602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113994958827565602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113994958827565602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/02/awwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-113959759898957012</id><published>2006-02-10T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T12:53:19.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random highlights</title><content type='html'>Once again no school on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;Too many conference this month.&lt;br /&gt;Had one for my super smart kiddo this morning.&lt;br /&gt;He is in first grade. He says recess is getting better, although, he would like to be able to find a friend he can talk about his interests and feelings with but the other kids just want to play. So, he usually plays now.&lt;br /&gt;What the other first graders don't want to talk about their interests in such areas as history and politics?&lt;br /&gt;Weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Cute kid though.&lt;br /&gt;My other kids just make me laugh because they are soooooo out of it. Most of them are special ed. Very special indeed.&lt;br /&gt;My pricipal scares the crap out of me and yesterday I accidentally parked in her spot. Luckily the custodian came and told me to move my car. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is going to be crazy busy.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will snow so I can do some snowmobiling.&lt;br /&gt;Global warming is not good.&lt;br /&gt;May be going to my old highschool girls bball game. They rock!&lt;br /&gt;They really are so good. I'm sad that Janie(sister)quit.&lt;br /&gt;She has some major problems with authority though. Organized sports aren't her thing.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when they get aggressive.  I'm sure that is bad, but they don't play like 'girls' and that makes it good fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;I remember one game where Janie was so mad she threw the ball down and went after a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is why she doesn't play anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Oh-my goal seriously is to post some layouts Sunday night or Monday. I tried earlier this weekend, but I"m not so good with technical things like scanners and such!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-113959759898957012?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/113959759898957012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=113959759898957012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113959759898957012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113959759898957012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-random-highlights.html' title='Some random highlights'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-113952138274667934</id><published>2006-02-09T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:43:02.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>V-day</title><content type='html'>So, this is my first V-day with a someone.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Tom and I were dating in '04 for Valentines, but I think we had only gone on one official date and we were both out of town on the actual day.&lt;br /&gt;He did buy me flowers, though.&lt;br /&gt;And I still have the card.&lt;br /&gt;I remember I looked at it that whole weekend that I was out of town.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I still am so happy, but I'm not feeling the V-day vibe.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even really feel like doing much of anything this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I would feel like going out and doing something.&lt;br /&gt;A nice dinner and movie.&lt;br /&gt;Not this weekend though.&lt;br /&gt;I think he will be out of town on the 14th anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, TP, I'm getting you something(small and inexpensive) and I'm making you something.&lt;br /&gt;Not a scrapbook( although, I'm sure your longing for your very own,hehe).&lt;br /&gt;Something edible.&lt;br /&gt;And so good.&lt;br /&gt;And so not good for people trying to lose weight, but still all I can think about right now.&lt;br /&gt;Yummm......&lt;br /&gt;Okay so enough of that...&lt;br /&gt;Next week is a 3 day work week!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;Monday is a snow make-up day and it stopped snowing here a long time ago, so no school!!&lt;br /&gt;And Friday...I'm taking off to go to the FARM SHOW with Tom and his family.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is at a farm show.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tractors and fertilizer.&lt;br /&gt;But it is in Louisville and I love that town.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been there a lot, but I like driving through.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah to 3 day work weeks and snow make-up days and farm shows (!?!?).&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they have like the biggest potatoe ever grown at a farm show.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-113952138274667934?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/113952138274667934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=113952138274667934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113952138274667934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113952138274667934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/02/v-day.html' title='V-day'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-113934668442364245</id><published>2006-02-07T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T15:11:24.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: reading this will not enrich your life at all</title><content type='html'>So first of all I'm a total ditz. I published the same post twice and then wrote about it in another post and posted that one twice as well, DUH!!&lt;br /&gt;Here is another random bit of incredible weirdness on my part.&lt;br /&gt;Not stupid, but weird.&lt;br /&gt;I can deal with being weird.&lt;br /&gt;The other night I was using my sisters laptop at my parents to look at the 2peas gallery and my mom was crossstitching in her chair. My brother and dad were the only other people in the room and they fast asleep in their recliners. Jenna and Janie were both upstairs being antisocial as teenagers like to do. Heidi was at work. My point being that my mom and I were really the only ones in the living room who were able to make any noise.&lt;br /&gt;So, I hear this humming. Finally, I was like 'Mom, could you stop humming?'. She replied, 'I'm not humming I thought it was you.'&lt;br /&gt;We were completely weirded out, but continued on with our respective activities.&lt;br /&gt;The humming stopped for a while.&lt;br /&gt;THen I hear it again.&lt;br /&gt;'Mom, seriously, you are humming' -Wendy&lt;br /&gt;'No I'm not. Are you sure you aren't?' -Mom&lt;br /&gt;'I think I would know if I was humming'-Wendy&lt;br /&gt;'Well, there is no humming now, because you  are talking. I'm pretty sure you are humming, Wendy'-Mom&lt;br /&gt;So, I look at her like she has lost her mind and go back to scanning the gallery and pretty soon I hear the humming again and guess what....It WAS ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how could I be humming and not know it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a subconcious hummer(as in person who makes a humming sound not the other kind).&lt;br /&gt;Very weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-113934668442364245?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/113934668442364245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=113934668442364245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113934668442364245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113934668442364245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/02/warning-reading-this-will-not-enrich.html' title='WARNING: reading this will not enrich your life at all'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-113926358596675810</id><published>2006-02-06T16:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:06:25.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Things...</title><content type='html'>1.)Ummm...I published that last post twice. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I know I'm not spelling Antwon Randel El correctly most likely.&lt;br /&gt;3.) One of my students said dude today. Hilarious. I thought I was the only one who insisted on calling people dude, but apparently 9 year olds do as well.&lt;br /&gt;He said "I want some more Jamaica, Dude!"&lt;br /&gt;I think he was confusing Jamaica with tea because we were playing with a tea set. I have no idea why he would do this, but the Dude thing cracked me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-113926358596675810?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/113926358596675810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=113926358596675810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113926358596675810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113926358596675810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/02/3-things_06.html' title='3 Things...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-113926354139483333</id><published>2006-02-06T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:05:41.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Things...</title><content type='html'>1.)Ummm...I published that last post twice.  stupid.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I know I'm not spelling Antwon Randel El correctly most likely.&lt;br /&gt;3.) One of my students said dude today. Hilarious. I thought I was the only one who insisted on calling people dude, but apparently 9 year olds do as well.&lt;br /&gt;He said "I want some more Jamaica, Dude!"&lt;br /&gt;I think he was confusing Jamaica with tea because we were playing with a tea set.  I have no idea why he would do this, but the Dude thing cracked me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-113926354139483333?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/113926354139483333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=113926354139483333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113926354139483333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113926354139483333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/02/3-things.html' title='3 Things...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-113926323199800692</id><published>2006-02-06T15:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:00:32.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDEL EL DID NOT GO TO PURDUE</title><content type='html'>Right that is like the only time I really could have cared less what was going on in the game.&lt;br /&gt;In fact I found out that morning who was playing.&lt;br /&gt;Tom was giving me hints, from Seatle, a bird...&lt;br /&gt;I guessed the Orioles.&lt;br /&gt;In my defense I knew this wasn't right, but he wanted a guess.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so his sister who went to Purdue asked if Antwon went to Purdue!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Hey, don't make fun of IU then take the Antwon credit, okay?&lt;br /&gt;I also may have unintentionally consumed a few too many alcoholic beverages as well.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the evening people just kept buying them though.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Tom ever wants to watch Grey's with a drunk Wendy again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever want to watch Grey's drunk again.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so confused.&lt;br /&gt;Tom finally turned it off and said his mom taped it so we could watch that later.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said the drinking was unintentional and it was kind of a confusing episode anyway, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-113926323199800692?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/113926323199800692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=113926323199800692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113926323199800692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113926323199800692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/02/randel-el-did-not-go-to-purdue_06.html' title='RANDEL EL DID NOT GO TO PURDUE'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-113926320563677375</id><published>2006-02-06T15:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:00:05.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDEL EL DID NOT GO TO PURDUE</title><content type='html'>Right that is like the only time I really could have cared less what was going on in the game.&lt;br /&gt;In fact I found out that morning who was playing.&lt;br /&gt;Tom was giving me hints, from Seatle, a bird...&lt;br /&gt;I guessed the Orioles.&lt;br /&gt;In my defense I  knew this wasn't right, but he wanted a guess.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so his sister who went to Purdue asked if Antwon went to Purdue!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Hey, don't make fun of IU then take the Antwon credit, okay?&lt;br /&gt;I also may have unintentionally consumed a few too many alcoholic beverages as well.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the evening people just kept buying them though.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Tom ever wants to watch Grey's with a drunk Wendy again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever want to watch Grey's drunk again.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so confused.&lt;br /&gt;Tom finally turned it off and said his mom taped it so we could watch that later.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said the drinking was unintentional and it was kind of a confusing episode anyway, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-113926320563677375?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/113926320563677375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=113926320563677375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113926320563677375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113926320563677375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/02/randel-el-did-not-go-to-purdue.html' title='RANDEL EL DID NOT GO TO PURDUE'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-113899220116995387</id><published>2006-02-03T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T12:43:21.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS OVER</title><content type='html'>The court stuff is finally (I hope anyway) over.&lt;br /&gt;So, this is what happens when you don't show up a third time in court (after the second the sherriff hand delivers the papers for you to show up)...&lt;br /&gt;You get arrested!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I was expecting, but seriously why would you not show up? I mean maybe she thinks she is proving a point.&lt;br /&gt;I just think it would be easier to show up for the whole 10 minute court thing than actually going to JAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Jeans day, but I of course didn't know that so I'm all dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well,  it costs $5 to wear jeans so I will pretend that not wearing jeans is part of my money saving plan.&lt;br /&gt;So, I scrapped yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Made one of my favorite pages ever.&lt;br /&gt;Love it.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of CAjess14 inspired. Mixing four very different papers.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the weekend to start.&lt;br /&gt;Get to see Tom tonight.&lt;br /&gt;That is always good.&lt;br /&gt;Also,  Superbowl weekend but don't know what I'm doing for that.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go to Detroit and stay with Stacie and Erik, but I can't take Monday off of work.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to get Stacie's album finished this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I always want to do on the weekends and never enough time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, yesterday during my 'sick' day I went to Pages In Time.  I got some cool stuff I've been wanting for a while. I love that store, but it's such a long drive.&lt;br /&gt;They said to keep calling over the next few weeks because when the new Basic Grey gets in it will probably go fast.&lt;br /&gt;I so want some of that.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to alter some cavases with it.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-113899220116995387?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/113899220116995387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=113899220116995387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113899220116995387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113899220116995387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-over.html' title='ITS OVER'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-113882201295146513</id><published>2006-02-01T13:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T13:26:52.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets hear it for field trips</title><content type='html'>So, I'm actually ahead of myself today at work. The kids are all off to 'Frosty the Snowman' in play form so there is no one here for me to see. I think I will be going home on time today. Which is good because of course I didn't do pilates last night so maybe tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to get my self to do it? I know that once I do I will be glad, but my motivation is not here.&lt;br /&gt;Where did it go.&lt;br /&gt;So I am taking tomorrow off, but that is the last court date I'm going to go to for this whole civil suit thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she won't show up anyway, but last time it was entertaining to listen to everyone else go through their cases.&lt;br /&gt;It just enforces my opinion that people in this town are quality. Yessiree, qual-ITY!&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I've learned about civil suits if you are wondering:&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to show up, if you do show up you really don't have to pay, if someone is going to pay you then they are probably and honest nice person and you wouldn't need the civil suit in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I will never do this again. I'm staying away from the weird people from now on.&lt;br /&gt;They are just drawn to me somehow.&lt;br /&gt;I actually have two comments from my last blog.&lt;br /&gt;One from Niki.&lt;br /&gt;That is so weird b/c she is one of Katie's friends from highschool.&lt;br /&gt;Other is Darcy whose blog I've been reading for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I think we live maybe kind of close to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure on that, but I know Pages In Time is her LSS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-113882201295146513?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/113882201295146513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=113882201295146513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113882201295146513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113882201295146513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-hear-it-for-field-trips.html' title='Lets hear it for field trips'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-113874093861827371</id><published>2006-01-31T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T14:55:38.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastinating</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure that I really excel at too many things, but procrastinating is definitely a strength. &lt;br /&gt;right now: I'm telling my self I should be setting up conferences, wondering if the tanning bed is booked tonight once again, hoping I will actually work up the motivation to work out tonight(I'm considering pilates as a work out because I can), anddebating if I should really take Thursday off work.&lt;br /&gt;This summer I tutored for a little boy. It turned into a horrible situation. Now I have this ongoing civil suit against the parents. These parents are psycho, not crazy, psycho. I'm scared of them. In fact I kind of hope they are a no show again just because I never want to see them again. &lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is it doesn't matter how crazy and horrible these parents are they are still parents. That means that there are 4 children living in that house. It breaks my heart to think about them. I guess I will just keep praying about that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-113874093861827371?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/113874093861827371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=113874093861827371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113874093861827371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113874093861827371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/01/procrastinating.html' title='procrastinating'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-113839539984659514</id><published>2006-01-27T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T14:56:39.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ready to leave</title><content type='html'>So, Tom took a look at the ol' blog and decided he was going to comment. Even though I'm low on the comments I'm glad he erased his. This is what he was going to write.-I'm glad you started this so maybe you will have someone else to talk to about scrapbooking.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind listening to certain others talk about motocross, farming, snowmobiles,etc.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I don't mind at all. &lt;br /&gt;Almost time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Actually got a lot of work done today. I'm trying really hard b/c if people are going to complain I obviously don't want to have anything that could come back on me. Today went by really fast. &lt;br /&gt;M wants me to talk to the principle. &lt;br /&gt;Here is what happens when I talk when I'm nervous: my voice gets all shaky and I sound like I'm going to cry and then I never say what I really want to say. &lt;br /&gt;I'm a great speech/language teacher. &lt;br /&gt;I could teach myself a few things.&lt;br /&gt;Like how to say pull, bull and any other words with that sound b/c according to somepeople I can't say them correctly. Although, after a short lesson I was told I'm doing better. &lt;br /&gt;Babysitting tonight. I like kids and all, but I'm gonna be bored. I won't lie. That reminds me don't tell Faryl to read this now. She may be offended since it is her kid I'm babysitting. I will say though, that kid is one of my favorites. Just not a good conversationalist.&lt;br /&gt;20 more minutes. &lt;br /&gt;I could do some work. &lt;br /&gt;Problem is that all the work I have right now would take longer than 20 minutes so then I would end up staying late. Not good b/c I need to leave because like I said I have to babysit.&lt;br /&gt;Scrapbooked 2 pages last night. &lt;br /&gt;They sucked.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt that way in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the pages didn't like them.Seemed like they needed something more. Added more. Then I hated them. What can you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-113839539984659514?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/113839539984659514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=113839539984659514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113839539984659514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113839539984659514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-ready-to-leave.html' title='I&apos;m ready to leave'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21467919.post-113815613004694273</id><published>2006-01-24T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:28:50.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoohoo-I'm a blogger</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm a blog/twopeas stalker/lurker for quite sometime now. My work is suffering. I'm not even going to reveal how much time I spend stalking because if anone ever does read this then they might stop like right now. I've become so obsessed with scrapbooking and twopeas it is sometimes all I talk about. You can't even imagine how excited I was when I found out about blogs. I LOVE reading everyones. Seriously, it gets me through the day. I haven't posted anything yet on two peas because number 1: I'm slightly intimidated and number 2: I don't have a computer at home. I swear I will enter this millenium soon and get one, but for now no computer. I can only check at work and my bf's house. So we will see how this blog thing works and I promise to post on two peas soon!!! For now I'm just excited because I will start posting comments and not being such a weirdo scrapbooker stalker!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21467919-113815613004694273?l=wendysophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/feeds/113815613004694273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21467919&amp;postID=113815613004694273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113815613004694273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21467919/posts/default/113815613004694273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysophia.blogspot.com/2006/01/woohoohoo-im-blogger.html' title='Woohoohoo-I&apos;m a blogger'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885947347848602590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mbBfFWCzU7g/SKelEPp4xEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2LpcqWUTXw/S220/100_4491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
