<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262</id><updated>2009-11-05T22:33:11.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>for you to hear</title><subtitle type='html'>just my crack-headed self typing random thoughts that come into my head</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>417</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-3467174354609689453</id><published>2009-10-23T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:01:58.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urvYHBUgiso/SvOfPJhr0vI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rp3JC4ejPPA/s1600-h/IMG_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400835460751414002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urvYHBUgiso/SvOfPJhr0vI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rp3JC4ejPPA/s200/IMG_0929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used my oven for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did I choose for the christening meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frozen pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;typical&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to use my oven &lt;em&gt;for good&lt;/em&gt; in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW this is the first oven that I have had that has a window and a light!  I find both of these features absolutely fascinating. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-3467174354609689453?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3467174354609689453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=3467174354609689453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/3467174354609689453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/3467174354609689453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2009/10/oven.html' title='Oven'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urvYHBUgiso/SvOfPJhr0vI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rp3JC4ejPPA/s72-c/IMG_0929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-8670176865401476224</id><published>2009-10-20T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:33:11.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hook-Ups</title><content type='html'>...Of the washer/dryer variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad forgot to bring the hoses for my washer on moving day. This is entirely understandable because he brought me a dryer, a spare gas can, extra indoor garbage cans, two outdoor garbage cans, 4 door stoppers, a 5-gallon bucket, an entire van full of tools that he put to use all day helping me to get settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He assured me that hooking up a washing machine is very easy. He took me down to the basement and we had a little show-and-tell as he explained, "Attach a hose here and here...cold to cold and hot to hot." Sounds easy enough. In fact it sounds a lot like jumping a car. Positive to positive...negative to negative. As I verbally make that connection my father looks at me with a sudden doubt crossing his face... I haven't had the best of luck with jump starting my car (I've melted jumper cables twice in fact.). He tells me this it is not that difficult. We shall see.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urvYHBUgiso/SvOl8xW3dJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Bd-f5KbdITY/s1600-h/IMG_0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400842841607337106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urvYHBUgiso/SvOl8xW3dJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Bd-f5KbdITY/s320/IMG_0932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same night he gives me the hoses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later I brave my way down to the basement for my first DIY project as a homeowner (can I technically call myself a homeowner if I have as yet to make my first house payment?). The hoses are a little difficult to attach (here and here) because the previous owner clearly had stock in some paint company and painted &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;...including the spickets in the basement. So I proudly busted out some tools that the previous owner had abandoned and found some "tightener thing" and proceeded to attach the hose as my dad had instructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that I should test it out before I go through all the hassle of threading it onto the washer. So i turn on the water. And water sprays EVERYWHERE! Luckily the floor drain is in close proximity because I am drenched from head to toe. I keep working with my "tightener thing" but it just doesn't seem like it could get any tighter. I try the water again. More water pouring out of the spout, out of the threads, out of nearly every spot but the end of the hose where I WANT there to be water coming out. I have to just stop and laugh at this point because it really is just amazing HOW MUCH water I have on me and on the floor with just two little turns of the knob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try a couple more tightening turns, more water on me and the floor and decide that doing more of the same thing isn't going to give me any different results. So I sweep the excess water down the floor drain. Ring out my sopping clothes. And wait for a consult on this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my story repeatedly at work. It got lots of laughs but few suggestions. Finally, Sue offered her husband to help (my heroes!). They were the first people that I got to show my house off to. And Steve had my washer working just fine in no time flat. I guess I was doing all the right things...just not tight enough. So in this case more of the same actually would have been a good thing, but that is a separate issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my washer works. Thanks to my dad. And Sue. And Steve. And really I didn't do much except bring all these lovely people together. :) Good times. And the adventures of home ownership continue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-8670176865401476224?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8670176865401476224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=8670176865401476224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/8670176865401476224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/8670176865401476224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2009/11/hook-ups.html' title='Hook-Ups'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urvYHBUgiso/SvOl8xW3dJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Bd-f5KbdITY/s72-c/IMG_0932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-5696426364128719487</id><published>2009-10-15T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:53:08.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I bought a house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have moved seven times in the last seven years. Not counting the mini-moves into and out of friend's and family's basements, spare bedrooms, and storage spaces during any gaps between my "old lease" and "new lease." I can only hope that those nomadic days are behind me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urvYHBUgiso/SvOZIEd9RvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QFYJXqHgHlQ/s1600-h/The+White+Picket+Fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400828742064752370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urvYHBUgiso/SvOZIEd9RvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QFYJXqHgHlQ/s320/The+White+Picket+Fence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This house is move-in ready! The seller bought the house to flip... so the appliances are all new, it has new carpet, fresh paint, and most importantly my father (who is in the construction bussiness) has declared it structurally sound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am going to try to move over the three day weekend, during a very busy time for me at work (report card grades are due and parent/teacher conferences are right around the corner!). I am seriously stressing that I will not have time to get everything moved, settled, and cleaned in the time allotment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urvYHBUgiso/SvOcvn1SzBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/25BGeGy7REA/s1600-h/Katy+cleaning+windows.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400832720107654162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urvYHBUgiso/SvOcvn1SzBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/25BGeGy7REA/s200/Katy+cleaning+windows.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At first, I declared that I wasn't going to clean anything at the new house before I moved. But my friend Katy talked some sense into me and convinced me that I &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to vaccuum and wash the windows of &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; space before it can be deemed accaptable. She was absolutely right! I felt so much better after I had that chore accomplished. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was incredibly pleased to discover that my new house has amazing windows that easily fold in to be cleaned.  Life is good and much brighter with sparkling windows. :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I can already tell that this is going to be an adventure. I'll keep it posted here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-5696426364128719487?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5696426364128719487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=5696426364128719487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/5696426364128719487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/5696426364128719487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-bought-house.html' title='I bought a house!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urvYHBUgiso/SvOZIEd9RvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QFYJXqHgHlQ/s72-c/The+White+Picket+Fence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-4666554441927879338</id><published>2009-03-21T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:02:37.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.popfly.com/users/342699/Breaking%20Dawn/preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px" alt="" src="http://www.popfly.com/users/342699/Breaking%20Dawn/preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the best book of the series! I re-read it as soon as I finished it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-4666554441927879338?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4666554441927879338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=4666554441927879338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/4666554441927879338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/4666554441927879338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2009/05/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking Dawn'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-3718237243771983539</id><published>2009-03-15T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:00:29.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/theecullens//FWThumbnails/eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://www.freewebs.com/theecullens//FWThumbnails/eclipse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely addicted at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-3718237243771983539?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3718237243771983539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=3718237243771983539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/3718237243771983539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/3718237243771983539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2009/03/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-5570241488559500835</id><published>2009-03-12T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:58:13.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cinecon.com/frontimages/2114-newmooncover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 474px" alt="" src="http://www.cinecon.com/frontimages/2114-newmooncover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt; is the second book in the series and by far the one that got me the most emotionally involved.  :)  I cried, often.  But it was SO worth it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book also really develops Jacob's character and he is one of my favorites!  :)  It was so good to hear more of his story and to see his friendship with Bella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-5570241488559500835?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5570241488559500835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=5570241488559500835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/5570241488559500835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/5570241488559500835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-7515081990728848438</id><published>2009-03-09T15:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:51:52.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.westportlibrary.org/teenblog/images/twilight_book_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://www.westportlibrary.org/teenblog/images/twilight_book_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got this series for my birthday (THANKS, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jav&lt;/span&gt;!) and I loved, loved, loved it! In fact it pretty much consumed my life for the days (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, weeks!) following my birthday as I devoured each one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first book in the series is &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; and it introduces you to the saga that is Bella and Edward's relationship. This is a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; vampire story. In fact most of the story is based on Bella's analyzing and reanalyzing...agonizing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;re-agonizing&lt;/span&gt;...worrying and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;re-worrying&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;suspenseful&lt;/span&gt; but in no way would I classify it as "horror" so don't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; to give it a try. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-7515081990728848438?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7515081990728848438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=7515081990728848438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/7515081990728848438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/7515081990728848438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2009/05/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-6911993229020934622</id><published>2008-06-11T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:03:57.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina</title><content type='html'>Tina and I are living together for the summer.  I moved into my new apartment almost two weeks ago.  Tina allowed her bedroom furniture to be moved at that time but remained at the old apartment because she didn't have time to move all of her clothes and stuff on my moving day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had really started to wonder if she ever intended to occupy my second bedroom when she called me and told me that she was planning on moving her clothes on Wednesday.  Rachel was also coming back that day to help clean out the apartment.  I agreed to meet them over there at one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet sister had been working for hours by the time that I arrived at one.  She had SEVERELY underestimated that amount of stuff that she still had to move out of the old apartment.  It was by no means "just clothes."  She packed and sorted and loaded and cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let Rachel off easy, telling her that she was responsible for cleaning out the shared bathroom and vacuuming her room and the living room.  She did so.  She left.  She forgot to leave her keys.  We called.  She will mail them.  Typically Rachel.  But as Tina pointed out, there really wasn't much more that she could have done at the time because Tina still had so much that needed to be packed and moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That left us with the Kitchen.  Tina had thankfully packed it all.  So I wiped out cupboards and cleaned the oven, while Tina emptied and cleaned the refrigerator.  It was a long, long process.  The three closets also needed to be packed and sorted.  It took us all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had to finish the vacuuming.  But the vacuum cleaner had gotten clogged.  It took some interesting manuevers with a fly swatter and a wire coat hanger to get that problem solved.  But we did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished around 8:30pm.  By finished I mean that the old apartment is clean and everything is out (except the futons *sigh*).  Our new place is pretty much packed to the gills.  Or at least Tina's room is.  Poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving is always a long and drawn out process.  My sister worked for over twelve hours today on a project that she flippantly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; to as "moving her clothes" just yesterday.  :)  I am just happy we finished when we did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-6911993229020934622?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6911993229020934622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=6911993229020934622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/6911993229020934622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/6911993229020934622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/06/tina.html' title='Tina'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-1575652818751687909</id><published>2008-06-10T23:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:28:39.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urvYHBUgiso/SE9UDOGmoLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/u2ftdASE49g/s1600-h/tuitround.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210475708193087666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urvYHBUgiso/SE9UDOGmoLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/u2ftdASE49g/s200/tuitround.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have seemingly all of the time in the world right now. I have the summer off with only the occasional work day or tutoring session and for at least these first few weeks I am not too concerned about the upcoming school year. So today I have started to compile a list of things that I would like to accomplish this summer...you know, the sorts of things that you usually put off saying that you will do it...when you get around to it...ah, Procrastination, my long time friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urvYHBUgiso/SE9TmZx_yhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/feVhm6_9_Hc/s1600-h/tuitsquare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210475213111675410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urvYHBUgiso/SE9TmZx_yhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/feVhm6_9_Hc/s200/tuitsquare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which got me to thinking and reading about the &lt;a href="http://http://www.quantumenterprises.co.uk/roundtuit/history.htm"&gt;History of Procrastination and the Round &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tuit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; Some very entertaining and interesting stuff there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there are many different kinds of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tuits&lt;/span&gt; out there...I had always assumed the round variety to be quite rare, however, a quick search on &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;garnished too many to choose from...perhaps I will pick a Round &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tuit&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-1575652818751687909?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1575652818751687909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=1575652818751687909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/1575652818751687909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/1575652818751687909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/06/tuit.html' title='Tuit'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urvYHBUgiso/SE9UDOGmoLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/u2ftdASE49g/s72-c/tuitround.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-4569682538429199267</id><published>2008-06-04T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:01:54.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you hugged your colander today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://katherinesemporium.com/Stainless_collander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://katherinesemporium.com/Stainless_collander.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moving season is here!  I have a new address, all of my old things have been pulled out of my mother's attic, I have been sifting through mountains of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;utensils&lt;/span&gt; and dishes, pots and pans, I have been so pleasantly surprised to find so many kitchen gadgets that I have been missing these past few months...like my stainless steel colander which I hugged when I unpacked. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-4569682538429199267?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4569682538429199267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=4569682538429199267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/4569682538429199267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/4569682538429199267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-you-hugged-your-colander-today.html' title='Have you hugged your colander today?'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-277788197440481668</id><published>2008-05-10T21:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:48:01.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the tenth?</title><content type='html'>It is almost surprising that today is not the 21.  That is how good it has been.  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coincidentally&lt;/span&gt; it is 21 days till June 1, my move in date, I wonder if that has some sort of contributing factor?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a great day for many reasons here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;perfect dreams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plenty of time to catch up on sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beautiful walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt; new goslings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a sense of expectation that was delightful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I conquered the dishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got the lease for my new apartment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's in the building I wanted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the side facing the sunsets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Close to the pool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It has 2 bedrooms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am paying the studio price!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my oil change took less than 15 minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found the perfect card for Mother's Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I chatted with my brothers and sister online&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I talked to Dad, Mom, and Tina on the phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had time to catch up with Kate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;everything has just gone so exceptionally well.  And then I got sick.  But I am too happy about all of the rest of it to even care that sickness would normally ruin a day...today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ruinable&lt;/span&gt;...and  I loved it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-277788197440481668?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/277788197440481668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=277788197440481668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/277788197440481668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/277788197440481668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-is-tenth.html' title='Today is the tenth?'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-5467473394799679166</id><published>2008-04-10T19:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:46:04.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Measure of a Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n20/n100900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n20/n100900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, this isn't a new book.  Far from it.  I was trying to remember just how many times I have read this one.  MANY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one of my favorites. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-5467473394799679166?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5467473394799679166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=5467473394799679166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/5467473394799679166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/5467473394799679166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/04/measure-of-heart.html' title='The Measure of a Heart'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-977067299150606613</id><published>2008-04-07T01:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T01:48:54.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Water for Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://whatscooking.us/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/comoagua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://whatscooking.us/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/comoagua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have read excerpts of this book before, in my Spanish classes, and I thought that I had read it in its entirety.  However, I realized that I haven't read it all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; this go round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really a very beautiful story.  It fits right in with my current "lovers separated" theme.  I loved the supernatural/larger than life aspects of this particular tale paired with the ever practical/down to Earth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recipes&lt;/span&gt; and home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remedies&lt;/span&gt; that this plot was woven through.  The unique pairing made this ever-believable/ever-a-dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found myself enjoying the generational aspect...albeit a minor angle...and spent a lot of thinking on how the lives we live mirror those who have come before us...or respond/react to those lives lived before us.  As well as the concept of generational curses and blessings.  Every life carries its own freedom to be as it desires...and yet every life is made from the lives of the families before them.  Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the ending exceptionally sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear there is a movie and I am going to try to track it down in the somewhat near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-977067299150606613?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/977067299150606613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=977067299150606613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/977067299150606613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/977067299150606613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/04/like-water-for-chocolate.html' title='Like Water for Chocolate'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-3074354180141276898</id><published>2008-04-03T19:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:04:19.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n31/n157224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n31/n157224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, look at that! It's another Emily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Giffin&lt;/span&gt; novel, who would have thought? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems as if I am on a role. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is entirely not what I expected it to be in many ways. The first two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Giffin&lt;/span&gt; novels that I read were deeply intertwined. I wrongly assumed that this book was a continuation of that story in some way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other novels also progressed in a very typical manner. This one seemed to start at a "happily ever after...." and then proceeded to fall apart. Talk about the unexpected! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Giffin's&lt;/span&gt; novels all seem to rely heavily on the theme of the unexpected...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found myself continuously counting down the number of pages to the final chapter knowing that it was not going to end the way that I wanted it to. I was dreading every word that brought me closer to the "monster" at the end of the book which I intuitively felt to be a tragic closing to this story, strong, but tragic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I did greatly enjoy a brief character "cameo" from the book, &lt;a href="http://http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-blue.html"&gt;Something Blue&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I have also been thinking a lot about art this week. And this thinking has reminded me that sometimes the success of a book/story is not in the warm, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fuzzy&lt;/span&gt; afterglow and the tidy happy endings...but perhaps it can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;deemed&lt;/span&gt; "art" or "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt;" because it was the story that evoked a deep emotional response...albeit not an expected response. It dredged up a real feeling of &lt;em&gt;knowing&lt;/em&gt; what the characters struggle through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked the book. I am highly tempted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-order the next novel which is hitting the shelves in mid-May. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-3074354180141276898?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3074354180141276898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=3074354180141276898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/3074354180141276898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/3074354180141276898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-proof.html' title='Baby Proof'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-5978847062036190024</id><published>2008-04-02T21:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:17:53.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Art is a feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oceansbridge.com/paintings/artists/b/george-bellows/small/Nude_with_Hexagonal_Quilt_1924.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.oceansbridge.com/paintings/artists/b/george-bellows/small/Nude_with_Hexagonal_Quilt_1924.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw a painting today.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw many.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But one made me stop.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One that made me remember him &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;saying that art is a feeling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I asked&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do I feel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feel it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would have liked to have met her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That girl &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in that painting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would have liked to know what she feels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;about him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;painting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would like to know what she is thinking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;about him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;painting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to know how men come to make such images&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;of nudes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;of women&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;of a feeling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;does he love the image the girl the paint the product the high the low the shape the color the texture the composition the line the shadow the hue the moment the light the life the end the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; the balance the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;symmetry&lt;/span&gt; the familiarity the difference the tone the voice the story the touch the ease the discomfort the room the quilt the time the day the place the look the posture the placement the symbolism the blush the quiet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;does he even love at all?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it is her that I want to ask&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;her that I want to know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she has my answers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can feel it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-5978847062036190024?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5978847062036190024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=5978847062036190024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/5978847062036190024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/5978847062036190024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/04/art-is-feeling.html' title='Art is a feeling'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-6307982828722593052</id><published>2008-04-02T21:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:56:56.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt</title><content type='html'>You know how you toss some salt over your shoulder for good luck?  Does it count if your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; self always aims for the garbage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-6307982828722593052?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6307982828722593052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=6307982828722593052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/6307982828722593052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/6307982828722593052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/04/salt.html' title='Salt'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-7510524108515096083</id><published>2008-04-02T19:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:03:35.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The saddest thing</title><content type='html'>I am reading a book right now that is setting me into a funk.  It's quite depressing, really.  I am equally motivated to quit crying(i.e. reading) and put it out of my mind all together &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; to hurry up and finish it just to see if there is any hope for these poor people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the very saddest circumstance is when two people love each other and they are not together.  I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unreturned&lt;/span&gt; love is tragic, unrecognized love is disheartening, unspoken love is dreadful...but when love is recognized, realized, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;actual&lt;/span&gt;...yet not continued...I &lt;em&gt;mourn &lt;/em&gt;for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may never finish...I may be unable to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-7510524108515096083?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7510524108515096083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=7510524108515096083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/7510524108515096083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/7510524108515096083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/04/saddest-thing.html' title='The saddest thing'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-4106110287475416698</id><published>2008-03-26T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:10:36.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/319J7G1QWBL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/319J7G1QWBL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed the first book so much that I decided to read the sequel. I enjoyed this book just as much, if not more, than the first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This second book is told from the perspective of the best friend from book number one. There is a couple of overlapping chapters giving her take on some crucial scenes that were played out in the first plot line and then the story moved to another continent (literally) and branched out from the previous book's conclusion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that it takes a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;talent&lt;/span&gt; to take the antagonist and make her the protagonist (especially with this character set) however, this was done quite convincingly. Plus, I really enjoyed the multiple points of view on shared scenes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that I liked this one enough to go off and find the third book. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-4106110287475416698?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4106110287475416698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=4106110287475416698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/4106110287475416698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/4106110287475416698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-blue.html' title='Something Blue'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-7742337820013871211</id><published>2008-03-25T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:10:11.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Borrowed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.booksamillion.com/bam/covers/0/31/232/119/0312321198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.booksamillion.com/bam/covers/0/31/232/119/0312321198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a fast and easy read...think along the lines of something to take to the beach or poolside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really found this story to be entertaining it is about a woman who finds herself in love with her best friend's fiance. It was greatly intriguing and quite a page turning (mostly because I was constantly fearful of the "getting caught" scenario). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Giffin&lt;/span&gt; did a wonderful job making her characters believable, flaws and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book also gave pause to some interesting theories about control in relationships, the bond of friendship, competition vs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;, and the need for a secret. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found it well written and a good escape from my non-dramatic relational life. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-7742337820013871211?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7742337820013871211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=7742337820013871211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/7742337820013871211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/7742337820013871211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-borrowed.html' title='Something Borrowed'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-7046258461622994402</id><published>2008-03-24T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:09:47.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl With a Pearl Earring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/0006513204.02.LZZZZZZZ.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/0006513204.02.LZZZZZZZ.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a very interesting look at the life of Vermeer, his family, and his household staff. It is told from the perspective of one of his wife's maids. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was interested to see how the story unfolded, however, this book didn't have a very quick "hook." Once the story gained momentum it was an easy read. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you enjoy a twist on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stereotypical&lt;/span&gt; historical fiction then this book will be worth your time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-7046258461622994402?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7046258461622994402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=7046258461622994402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/7046258461622994402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/7046258461622994402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/03/girl-with-pearl-earring.html' title='Girl With a Pearl Earring'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-8855813817989289551</id><published>2008-03-18T17:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T18:24:22.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry On, Mr. Bowditch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL34HhQaGeI/Rzn_IqniHqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/8exR0PpUSQA/s320/Bowditch.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL34HhQaGeI/Rzn_IqniHqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/8exR0PpUSQA/s320/Bowditch.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We just finished reading this book together in my 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Grade class. This is the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time that I have read it and I can honestly say that I enjoy it more each time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I greatly admire Nat's ability to "sail by ash breeze" as he would say, never giving up and continuously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;persevering&lt;/span&gt; no matter what the circumstances. There is certainly a lot to be said about the depth of character that it takes to refuse to allow the life situations and personal tragedy that each of us must face to dictate the life that we live. Nat is an excellent example of accomplishing what those around him considered to be impossible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can recommend this book without any qualifiers...because if it is good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to read in my particular school setting...then anyone on planet Earth can read it without any fear or trepidation. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-8855813817989289551?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8855813817989289551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=8855813817989289551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/8855813817989289551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/8855813817989289551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/03/carry-on-mr-bowditch.html' title='Carry On, Mr. Bowditch'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL34HhQaGeI/Rzn_IqniHqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/8exR0PpUSQA/s72-c/Bowditch.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-4678448906212338744</id><published>2008-03-18T17:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:46:50.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Traveler's Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.meettheauthor.co.uk/uploads/images/TTTW_uk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.meettheauthor.co.uk/uploads/images/TTTW_uk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This book was loaned to me by a &lt;a href="http://www.laurenlee14.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; who has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;impeccable&lt;/span&gt; taste in all things that I love, from books, to music, to movies, to concerts, and on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is the "change-my-life" kind of good. I started recommending this book to people as soon as I started reading it. I didn't need to finish it to &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that it was going to be good through the end and that it was going to be a worthy expenditure of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to consider the dependability of chronological time and the possibility of that not being a factor. I even found myself buying into the idea so much that I started to consider how I could help people like Henry, how I could make the travels easier for him. The best part, is how this book forces you to consider fate and destiny as entities not to be trifled with. Do we do what we do because we want to? Or because we are meant to? Is there any way to undue the past? Or to change the future? And while the theory of time travel may sound entertaining...at what expense is such a venture made? And who has true freedom those that travel or those that don't? I am going to be thinking about this book for a while. I recommend that you do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that being said...if you are offended by language, sex, or alcohol use...then this is not the book for you. I, however, am happily &lt;em&gt;rarely&lt;/em&gt; offended and I loved the whole thing! (So don't worry, Lauren, I didn't "edit" your copy with a black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sharpie&lt;/span&gt; marker as I have done to some of my books ;) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-4678448906212338744?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4678448906212338744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=4678448906212338744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/4678448906212338744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/4678448906212338744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-travelers-wife.html' title='The Time Traveler&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-6269581395265867208</id><published>2008-02-07T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:26:38.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing Along</title><content type='html'>One of the things that I love about my job are the many "moments" I find.  They are unexpected and they cause me to stop in my tracks in awe of how grateful I am to be right here, right now.  I wouldn't change a thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are so great.  Sure they have their days.  But today, when other teachers were complaining that their kids were squirly from the day off, my kids were radiently good.  I always have some music playing at the begining of the day as they get settled in, turn in homework, mark lunch count, etc.  And the students always have a daily-warm-up worksheet to finish quietly in their seat.  Today, as I was taking attendance I paused as I realized that my entire class was quietly singing along with the CD.  I smiled.  Oh, the unabashed joy of fifth-graders singing a song they love with their friends.  Today, it was good to be back.  Back to a job I love.  Today, I sang along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-6269581395265867208?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6269581395265867208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=6269581395265867208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/6269581395265867208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/6269581395265867208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/02/sing-along.html' title='Sing Along'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-5781596849025440762</id><published>2008-02-06T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:45:43.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredibly Stupid Phone</title><content type='html'>My cell phone now only works when it is plugged in to its charger. This is most frustrating. I plan to take it to get its battery checked/fixed/replaced as soon as possible, but there is no way that I was going to do it today in our virtual blizzard. I have been missing calls, texts, and voice mails because of this stupididty. I am keeping in plugged in at all times now so hopefully that will help it out 'till I can dig myself out of the snowstorm and get to the Sprint store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill then good luck trying to reach me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-5781596849025440762?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5781596849025440762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=5781596849025440762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/5781596849025440762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/5781596849025440762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/02/incredibly-stupid-phone.html' title='Incredibly Stupid Phone'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644262.post-2598309030038903251</id><published>2008-02-05T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:25:42.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I may have just voted for the Anti-Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isn't it interesting how everyone becomes a political activist on Super Tuesday? Monday we mumbled to hide our ignorance...we stumbled to choose a side...to stall some more, we then grumbled that there wasn't a side worth choosing. And Tuesday we vote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the politics at hand were alien ideas and yet we complained that we had been inundated with political advertisement. Today we vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People critisize the cadidates. They critisize my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't claim to have all the answers but I voted for a change. Call the candidate what you will. Just know that right or wrong...I think it is amazing that we the people get a voice at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644262-2598309030038903251?l=starteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2598309030038903251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644262&amp;postID=2598309030038903251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/2598309030038903251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644262/posts/default/2598309030038903251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starteacher.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-may-have-just-voted-for-anti-christ.html' title='I may have just voted for the Anti-Christ'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071342022244165620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10184079976995537095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>