tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65930132011-07-30T20:22:12.450-05:00That will be 5 cents please.nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.comBlogger1391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-52105712375493936602010-03-24T20:18:00.002-05:002010-03-24T20:18:55.748-05:00

Sorry, don't write much here. Check out what we have been working on over at http://www.pike-thompson.blogspot.com

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About two months ago in our small group, the topic of politics came up. One of the people from our small group, without hesitation, said, "Well, this is MY president". This really caught me off guard. Really? He believes in everything you stand for? You believe in everything he stands for? What at the moment, does he stand for? (that is another topic for another day) And what is it about

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Well, my little friend J has some new gems!When asked if he sleeps with a teddy bear at night, he said, "No, but I do have a glow stick". Me: a glow stick?  J: Yes.  it lights up at night and we put it in the freezer in the daytime.  It gives me luck.  Me: Seems a little cold.J: yep, it is, but the cold gives it good luck!It seems that J was leaving for a doctor's appointment one day and was

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In one of the Harry Potter books, not sure which one, Harry is at the home of his Aunt and Uncle.  (Isn't that the beginning of almost every HP book?) Anyway, outside, sitting under the porch light is a tabby cat.  Just sitting there.  Watching and guarding.  Soon, once the cat believes all is well, she shape-shifts into Professor McGonagall and runs away.  Since about October, we have had visits

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-84222585753058322822009-03-08T18:42:00.001-05:002009-03-08T18:46:39.936-05:00

  I didn't make this but I wish I had. This just about sums it up!  If one more person reaches out to touch my belly fat, I am going to hit them. Baby is hiding deep inside there.  Right now it is just fat.   And I don't want to hear about how painful other people's pregnancies are.  NO THANKS.  I am stressing enough.  I would like to live blissfully stupid when it comes to pushing a human being

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Ok, so yesterday, we were reading a book titled The Water Park about animals going on the water slide.  So in writing, I suggested we write about playing in the water...I thought that would be simple enough...Me: So, J do you like to play in the water?  Have you ever been to a waterslide?J: no.  Never.Me: Really? How about a pool.  In the summer do you ever go swimming?J: No. I don't have a pool

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-62110856062014687442009-02-23T21:27:00.002-06:002009-02-23T21:44:45.495-06:00

Because I am even boring myself with this pregnant girl talk...I entertain you with stories from my school.My new little boy who is truly an "odd bird" and I were talking about what he likes to do when he is at home. J: Well I love pink.  Did you know I love pink?  It is my favorite color of all times.  I love it all the time.  I love pink (insert Jazz Hands here).Me: That is really nice.  I like

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When B and I lived in Indiana, we had the cutest little duplex.  We were young and married and loved to throw dinner parties.  I know. we were young and had all the time and energy in the world!  Oh to have some of that energy now just to clean the house!So, one dinner party, we invited this couple who worked with B.  He was a nice guy, seemed down to earth and then there was the wife.  Ugh.  

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I was reading Exodus last night.  Cramming you might say, for our church small group.  Every Tuesday night we get together and ask similar questions of one another.  Every once in a while, the question comes up, "What have you been studying lately?" and I almost never have an answer!  I am a slacker!  So I figured I would do some study and actually have an answer.  So I started reading about

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This past Tuesday, I got up early and wandered into my closet to find the perfect clothes for the day.  As I got ready, slipped into the flag sweater and drove to the polling place, I could feel a pit in my stomach.  I had been debating for a long time about who to vote for.  Quite honestly, I didn't like either one of them.  I didn't want to vote for either one of them.  As I stood there and

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So Braylon came in recently for his Reading Lesson.  Stopped mid walk, put his nose up in the air, and sniffed.  He then made a face and walked over to the table, books in hand and said with an indignant tone, "It smells like ball in here!".  Ball?  Like a sweaty dance Cinderella attended?  Or like a football?  Basketball?  And can it really smell like ball?Ah, must be my  new Ball Perfume I got

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My afternoon duty requires me to stand outside in the elements in front of traffic and make sure that cars are moving and kids are getting picked up safely.  Not an easy task when parents scream and curse at you for not letting them park their car in the drive through.  Not an easy task when parents lead their children into ongoing traffic.  Not an easy task when it is 900 degrees outside.  Not

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-73962087510989676482008-10-04T08:06:00.003-05:002008-11-08T03:44:20.971-06:00

Since I was in such a bad mood on Friday, I wanted to perk myself up with some lovin'things  that make me laugh/smile*Halloween*anything referencing pirates*children's laughter*my friend Saba*good news*peppermint ice cream*my fat baby boots*texts from George*reading 4 books at the same time*being married for 10 years.*my cat who will sit on the computer desk just to hang out with me*extra money

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So I hate to make phone calls. Just something I hate to do. I don't like calling to order a pizza. I don't like calling to make inquiries about things. And calling a student's parents is the WORST! I just don't like to do it. It's not that I am afraid that someone will be mean to me or that they will think badly of me. I just don't like to do it. But sometimes it is necessary. Sometimes

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Well, we have had 9 days of school so far and all is well.  The new batch of first graders are so cute!  Here are some recent quotes that made me laugh...Ean is my new best friend.  He is so serious all of the time.  Due to his shaggy Beatles hair cut, his eyes are hard to see.  He looks like a grown up in a little body.  He speaks in a monotone voice and rarely shows expression in his face.  So

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In the middle of all of the drama and stress... I could spend my blog time venting about life.  I could vent about work and about manipulative people, but no.I choose to write about things I love...Not in any particular order...laughingSonic IceBT and his wit.BT and his kindnessBT and his facesinging loudly in the car to musicalsAvenue QMy parentsMy laptop named HobbesThat Saba got an iphone for

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Yeah, I know.  It has been a while.Sorry for that.I have been writing a paper and such.  Really, I have just been wondering if it is worth writing here anymore.Still thinking.Till then, let me tell you about a few things I am excited about...* GRADUATION!!!  Yep. It is about freakin' time.* REATA after said graduation.  hhhmmmm... cheese grits.* seeing my friend Owen. Oh, and his mommy Ginger*

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I have been thinking a lot lately about church and its purpose or lack-there-of in my life. Don't get me wrong. Deep down I love my church. I love the people within my church. I love my Renewal small group and I love the fact that we have been adopted by the "other Thompsons".I love that when we have trouble or something that needs praying about, we can call them at a moment's notice and

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The BT wrote this prayer just in case he felt called to say it at my grandfather's funeral...I think it is beautiful.Psalms tells us “As a father has compassion for his children, so the Lord has compassion for those who hold God in awe. As a mother comforts her child, so I will comfort you, says the Lord.”There are two things that I know Lonnie missed the last few years. Lessie Vee and pouring

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My grandfather died today.He was a good man who worked hard for everything he had. I am proud to say that I am his granddaughter.Grandpa,I prayed last night for you to have peace. I am glad, after all this time, you finally got it. You lived a great life. Thanks for leaving a legacy of family and love.love, Me

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My grandfather is sick. Really really sick.We went to see him this weekend since it may be the last time.In honor of him, I post this old Bloghead post. I think it is still my favorite post yet.We have hard wood floors in our house. They are real hard wood floors, not the kind you have to sand down twice a year like my grandfather had years and years ago, but the kind you can clean by rubbing a

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About a week ago, all of the teachers at my school got an email intheir inbox telling us to be on the look out for Mr. G's hamster thatwas officially on the loose. Every once in a while, I would check inwith Mr. G and ask him if anyone had found the lost little friend. Nosuch luck. So of course, none of us were surprised when we began ourday on Friday and noticed a little brown creature hurrying

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OK. I have decided that I really want THIS!I could always use more brains!

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Often, as I am out, I will compose letters to people. Not just anyone, mostly people who frustrate me or make me happy. It's a letter of extremes. I very rarely think to write a letter to the every-man on the street just minding his/her own business. I do, however, think to write letters in my head about things that irritate me or make me smile.So, as I sat in the movies yesterday, I

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listen to some awesome live music by the McKay brothersThe McKay Brothers...Saw Ray Wylie Hubbard play with the Heathens....More Band of Heathens...I even got to see Zack Walther without the Cronkites.LOL!

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I guess it must have started in Indiana, back in 1999, now that I think about it.As you may or may not be aware, Fort Wayne, Indiana is uh, not quite like Anywhere in Texas.I don't want to put down Fort Wayne. I did get to play in LOTS of snow that year, and we did get to learn the difference between menonites and amish. I did get to dip my feet into first grade, and learned that if you feed

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-39092535295866789442007-06-18T08:30:00.000-05:002007-06-18T08:42:03.722-05:00

For my class I had to do this project. It was a "cultural and literacy autobiography" to find out where I came from and to understand why I am the way I am. Seems like it will take more than looking at an old yearbook to figure that out, but whatever.Anyway, I did some research and wandered through web sites. The internet is a lovely thing. A friend of mine in the class, after hearing my

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It has already been an interesting summer.No being lazy and getting addicted to soap operas for me. OH no.I can't be that lucky.I am going to graduate school, driving hours to get to class every day and then reading reading reading on the hours I am not in class. Makes for a really super fun summer, let me tell you!But I am really not complaining. I am learning a lot in my class and have had

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OMG!I found the BEST thing today!!!Jeus Bandaids!!!Can you believe that they make Jesus bandaids?ooh, Jesus, he heals your heart and your wounds.Jesus, he puts you back together.And coolest of all, inside, like cracker jacks, was this free prize!A Jesus pencil topper!!!OMG how cool is that?this stuff is the best!I can't wait to cut myself so I can use the Jesus bandaids.:)OK, I take that back.

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It wasn't like we cared if she ever went to the latest parties. It wasn't like we even wanted to know what sort of car she drove. We certainly never saw her on the US weekly or on a gossip blog, but she was famous to me.In truth, I remember thinking, she was just a grandma. Just someone who had a family and grandchildren and possibly great grandchildren and she lived her life simply, I figured.

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-75782295872083534652007-04-14T09:37:00.000-05:002007-04-14T09:42:29.504-05:00

Deonte: (after being asked to share what he was thinking) Ugh, I don't know. My brain got unplugged and I don't know how to plug it back in!Matthew: you know what? I hurt my finger once in the door and it hurt sooooo bad! I cried and cried and cried and then the flowers grew. I mean, all those tears! Yeah, first graders aren't dramatic or anything!

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ok so my readers have done a nice job of bugging me about posting.This is the beginning of many posts, I hope.Although I can't promise anything!I gave up candy for lent, which is HUGE for me.Easter has the best candy of all times of the year.Isn't it funny how each holiday has it's own special candy?Christmas: candy canes...chocolate...those spice drop thingsHalloween: candy corn and

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-86217491531552833032007-01-31T22:19:00.000-06:002007-01-31T22:20:03.371-06:00

they're baaaaaaaack!!!!Ugh. I hate mopping!

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The other day, the kitchen floor seemed unusually, uh dirty. I had just swept and mopped it the day before but it was really dirty. Well, that is normal for us. We like to cook and therefore, we like to make messes. Normal. But this was strange.Really strange. It didn't take long to realize the dirt was sort of uh , moving. Yeah, moving. In all directions.MOVING.I can remember a friend of

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Here I was thinking I was the Hula Boola Saint... Turns out I am the POPE!!!I need my hula boola hat!You're a Hula Boola Pope.Take THE HULA BOOLA TEST today!Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.All Hail the Hula Boola Pope! Big hat, fancy outfit. Waving around burnt toast like Silly Smoke to clear the Temple. Let's not forget the Ring. You got it in the Pope Pops Cereal Box

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-56417917332305554492007-01-01T22:56:00.000-06:002007-01-01T23:27:31.480-06:00

Also known as... the post in which I list all the crap from 2006.My new years resolution... drum roll please... is to totally not be electronically jinxed this year.For sure.Last January, it began. I help out at this church camp for teens... about three hours away from home. It is a weekend thing and is loads of fun, but not when you are electronically challenged.My one job that weekend was to

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For some reason, at dinner last night, we got on the subject of heaters in bathrooms. Our bathrooms in our house don't have heaters, although the guest bath has a ceiling fan, which I think is quite odd but oh so Texas at the same time.There I was trying to mentally make a connection to heaters when it hit me...this memory that had been suppressed for so long, I didn't even know I had the brain

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-16546781169449111642006-12-18T08:13:00.000-06:002006-12-18T08:44:25.673-06:00

The Drunkenhousewife has had a contest going on her blog. She wants to know why and how people are weird. Hugh won although I think my fear of cotton balls should trump his weirdness, but I am not in charge of the contest am I?I thought of a story that I told BT last night that goes along with Christmas but shows my weirdness all at the same time....I will have to say that this was not my

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-51121659565742075412006-12-08T20:54:00.000-06:002006-12-08T21:02:19.756-06:00

First Grade style...Teacher: (to Julian) tell Mrs. Susiederk your prayer please...Me: Whaaa? Is that allowed in a public school?Teacher: Trust me on this one... it is worth it.Julian: ok I will say my prayer.... Our farter, who art in heaven...(Try to keep a straight face with that!)Child overheard while working: Gangsters love God too.During a writing lesson:Me: Raymond, Do you have a

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I have said for a long time, "You don't get it, till you or someone you love GETS it."My grandmother died of emphysema, from smoking. I GET how someone can die from smoking. I GET it.Our friends right now are dealing with a suicidal child. I can't even imagine what they must be going through on a daily basis. The terror, the worry, the constant feeling on edge. I don't GET what it is like to

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-1163978981803528422006-11-19T17:20:00.000-06:002006-11-19T17:29:41.806-06:00

I can never claim that my job is boring!Child:"I don't like seals! They are scary! They are dangerous! They bite!"Me: uh, OK. Did one bite you once?child: No. But they will bite you if you fall at the zoo.A different kid: Did you take a shower today?Me: uh, yeah... kid: oh. I was just wondering.Me: uh, yeah... why? Do I smell like I took a shower today? (holds breath to wait for the answer

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"Be careful with this treadmill... you might want to hold on. I was running on it last time and it just suddenly stopped. You really might want to hold on."I admit it. I hadn't exactly been to the gym in a while. Busy schedule, you might say. You know your life is crazy when you don't get home till 8 pm every night.So when I noticed a clearing in my schedule, I took it. I couldn't wait to work

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-1160534499325674572006-10-10T21:36:00.000-05:002006-10-10T21:47:06.623-05:00

8 years ago today, we were in Vegas.Merlin was our minister and the world was pretty easy.We were playing the nickle slots and getting hassled on the streets to come in and play.8 years ago today, we were dancing and playing and acting like newlyweds.Sometimes things change, but the acting like newlyweds part...that pretty much stays the same.8 years ago today, we didn't know what sorts of

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I like to hear you smile. It brightens my day. I like it when you sound happy, when you tell me good news. I like it when, after a hard few days, you can report good news. I like it when life is going your way. It is about time!!! You deserve it and I love you.

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I know it has been FOREVER since I have posted anything new. I know, I know. I hear about it a LOT! I have been busy and I have had very little to say, honestly. I mean, busy... work, church, school, blabbity blah blah. But since the State Fair of Texas started this weekend, I thought I would write something..... here goes...Growing up in El Paso, I never heard about the State Fair. We

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You know how some sitcoms do it? They decide most gallantly, that they will end before their time? So that their fans can savor and remember, and miss the show?That's what Thursday was for me.You can tell we were both thinking it. Today was the day I would leave. Our visit was over. It was a bittersweet ending. I hated leaving and wanted it to keep going, but I knew I had to get back to my

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Wednesday was all about the shoes. I pulled them out of my suitcase, as I got ready for breakfast.“Those are tiny! How am I supposed to draw on those?” Hugh said.“Ugh, with markers...duh! I am sorry they aren’t billboards like yours” I replied. We have the sort of relationship in which we can say that stuff to each other without hurting feelings.And so we thought and though about my nice, clean

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Hi all. I know I haven't finished the story of my trip. I am crazy busy finishing up my graduate class and getting ready for this teenage camp called Celebration that I will be working at this weekend.I promise more to come soooooooooon!:)

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There are very few rules when you visit Standing Room Only headquarters so you feel pretty free to be yourself. Rule #1: Make yourself at home. If you want something, go get it. (I love this rule because it is so like the way things are at my house)Rule #2: Don’t gripe about stuff or you will get someone rolling their eyes at you.Rule #3: Know that Polly is the queen. Act accordingly.Rule #4:

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Hugh and I had joked that we hadn’t actually MET. I mean, we talked every day via email and on the phone every once in a while, but we hadn’t actually officially MET. So my plan was, when I saw him at the airport, I would extend my hand and introduce myself. That was my plan anyway… and then I hopped in the jeep… There was Polly looking at me like “uh, who are you and why are you in my space?”

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ok, I asked Hugh if I could post this on his blog. He nicely let me be a guest blogger... but I wanted to post this here as well. :) I will write more about my visit I promise! If you haven't read it... please read this...Isn’t that post the sweetest thing? How nice was it of Hugh to say such great things about me?I have to say what an honor it was to get to visit him. He was kind,

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Although I continually remain the President of the Standing Room Only Fan Club, Hugh and I actually became friends around December. We have continued this relationship ever since. In our emails, we talk about everything. We could talk about church and God and easily segue into bedazzling outfits or the latest LA gossip… without skipping a beat. I mentioned one day, that I wanted him to come

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At church a month ago, the guest minister asked the congregation if God ever talked to them. I looked around, astonished that no one raised their hand. God talks to me. I believe God talks to everyone. You just have to be still and listen.God spoke to me in August. I am surprised that I was ready to listen… I was surprised I was ABLE to listen. I guess when God really wants you to Get It he

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I had crappy handwriting. The crappiest, I guess since every one of my elementary school report cards were very "concerned" about my handwriting. I also wasn't a great speller. I can remember the frustration, the near tears, one day when I couldn't spell the word 'church'. Phonetically it didn't look right... I just couldn't get it.Because of the bad handwriting and spelling challenges, I was

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"Everybody's got a dream... what's your dream?" -Pretty Woman.I am headed to Hollywood, California tomorrow!More on that later!!!Till then...What's your dream?

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In a session I was in recently, I was asked to introduce myself with my name, where I attend church, and what super power I would like to have if I were a superhero.OY where is my mom when I need her?My mom loves the superheros. She totally digs any sort of movie where someone has superpowers! X-men? yep... Superman/Spiderman... yep.She loves them all. She even saw that crappy one with the kids

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Someone told me recently that they noticed I was "really good at internet relationships". What exactly should I take from that?Was that a back handed compliment? I do admit that had it not been for the internet, it would have been harder to find BT. I do admit to starting my sentences with "well, there is this chat room" more than once or twice, when trying to explain my friendship with

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I took off my iron smile Because I found it weighed me down Tomorrow when the world wakes up I'll be in another town You don't know what you want But at this moment it could be me You move your hand across my knee Turn me in to some novelty I guess I'm One more girl on the stage Just one more ass that got Stuffed in some jeans And it's one more day that you Don't find true love Because you don't

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-1150409474577277362006-06-15T17:10:00.000-05:002006-06-15T17:11:14.590-05:00

Someone today did a google search for "kissed my cat, fever blister" and they found my site.ewww.If you are making out with your cat, you deserve to have a fever blister.i am just saying...

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I was doing a little cleaning today... Just a little late spring cleaning.Better late than never, they say.Here is what I found:*My driver's license from before I was married.*My library card from the town I grew up in. Did I ever go there?*Lots of change from 4 different wallets.*old shoe strings... (why did I keep old shoe strings?) *7 book bags.*an envelope with a stiff new 20 dollar bill. (

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-1150261268459181792006-06-13T23:46:00.000-05:002006-06-14T14:11:47.983-05:00

I want to be a frat boy. I mean not in the hazing, having to pay for friends sort of way... oh no. There are reasons I didn't join any sort of Greek Organization in college...And I know I am not a guy... I get that. Being an actual Frat Boy isn't quite possible.But... If I were, it would be so awesome!I could wear the baggy sloppy khaki shorts with big pockets and not really care how I looked.In

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I know this sounds strange, maybe I watched too many movies growing up... but I have this thought every once in a while, that people can read my mind. I know, it is bizarre. It is not really likely. It is very "Freaky Friday" but I imagine it.I think that is when my mind goes into overdrive. Or is it while my mind is going into overdrive that I wonder if people can read my mind?Let me give you an

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In no particular order:*lots of new posts on SRO.*email*my BT*getting up at 8.*becoming friends with an old white man, and a man with a gold tooth... at the same time.*being a pirate again, even for a few minutes.*watching people who are crazier than me*sonic ice... an entire bag of it!*Sports Night DVDs.*learning a new way to knit*corny men and cornier lines.*goldfish crackers*the thought of a

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-1147396718969675512006-05-11T19:50:00.000-05:002006-05-11T20:18:38.990-05:00

Someone told me today that our bodies are not meant to run. She heard it from her doctor. "Don't run unless you are being chased" she claims he said.Well, I used to hate running. Hate it with a passion. I still am not totally fond of it unless I am on the treadmill and have my ipod plugged into my ears, but I do it.And oh, the ipod! I have a "workout" playlist. Each song carefully

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Look at my new cool converse!!! Flowers! Butterflies!!! Pink Trim!The only thing better would be if they were open toed so I could show off my cutie cute pink polka dotted toe nails.But here is the kicker... they were in the MENS section of the store... uh, ok.

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I found this in my DubbleBubble today at lunch. Uh, yeah, I can relate.funny how after that, it has the fortune... a smile a day keeps worry away...so if your computer is freaking out and has a wedgie, I should smile and not worry? Idontthinkso... thanks anyway.Hobbes, my beloved trusty laptop, my compadre, my entertainment during lunch, my computer bff, my friend... well, he got a wedgie last

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Well, Annie is trying to help with organization...should I make a label for the side that says CAT...?

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Does this not look queenly??? NO, I am not trying to be royal with the white glove... I am doing my "oh I am so surprised" pose.but if you think it looks like me blowing kisses to you... then you just enjoy that!

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Here are some things I have learned just this week.10. I can do third grade math! Yeah for me!9. I love love love new shoes. I didn't realize what a freak I can be about shoes. I didn't used to be such a shoe-aholic...I still don't get paying $800 for a pair of shoes... and I don't understand a point in any sort of high heel what-so-ever... but I do love new shoes.8. Converse shoes,

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This picture totally cracks me up! I need this t-shirt.BT was just smoking a super smelly cigar. PU!!!I walked behind two ladies at the grocery store who left the biggest fart fog ever... PU!!!why does my house smell like wet cat??? PU!!!stink-o-rama....

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She stops and checks her reflection in a car parked on the cornerShe says its hell on me this working down at the dinerSome people say man she was hot back when she was youngerYeah well she was a dancer when she lived in LAWell she was someone’s baby dollA beauty queen to someone long agoFor the midnight showIts time to wake up baby dollPut your best dress and your high heals onAnd dream your

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Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh. - WH Auden

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7:15 a.m. a little boy not more than 5, in spider man pajamas, running across the street. He handed the crossing guard a mug of coffee, ran back across the street and back in his house...cute!!!7:45 a.m. an actual magic wand!! It lights up and makes magical noises! I must have one of these. I magic wanded all the kids in the hall and they were crazy quiet. I HAVE to get me one of those!!!8:

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A friend of mine says I ask WAY too many questions. As a matter of fact, he told me that if someone ever broke into the house, I could just ask that bad person questions to scare him away.Ha ha.So here are a few quesitons that I have been milling over...some deeper than others...some, you have answers for...some you don't.*Why is it that every time I got to Sams, SOMEONE is eating pizza? Are

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It is officially the 4th day of my spring break and therefore, on the down hill slope toward the end. And what do I really have to show for it? Nothing.I had big plans, you know. We all do. Big plans to change the world in our free time. Ah! Throw on your super hero cape and change the world!!! Big plans to catch up on the house that has been neglected, friends that have been neglected,

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Yep. today is the day!!!Happy birthday to my uncle bill... and happy independence, Texas.:) Yippee.

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hmmm... sushi is a strange word. It is fun to say though. The way your mouth moves when you say it.As if forcing you to smile.Sushi is an acquired taste. Some people think it is too fishy. Others just don't get it all together.Sushi isn't strange to HAVE for lunch. But it is strange to BRING for lunch in a sponge bob lunchbox, when you are wearing cat shoes.I am just saying....

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There are things you can't write in a blog. NO matter how much they stick to the core of your being. No matter how strongly you believe them, think about them, become them, the words don't come. They can't come. People might worry about you if you say them. People might wonder. People might laugh or think differently about you. So you keep them inside in that safe place you call your heart

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It is funny the kinds of things you get stuck in your head. No amount of reasoning can help it.I had to have been 7, maybe 8 when I saw a high school kid on crutches. I asked his friend, also a smart assed teenager what happened to make the guy break his leg. The friend told me, as matter of factly as he could, that the guy hadn't cut his toenails, had fallen, and broke his leg. When you are

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I bow down to the power of the calendar. I do. You are my Kryptonite. You are my weakness and I humbly acknowledge that fact. I don’t deny it. I don’t try to fight it. I know. I made a mistake. I confidently filled you, dear calendar, with all of my important information. All of my plans for the near future. All of my hopes and dreams for the coming weeks, I unabashedly gave to you,

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Hey God.Yeah it is me again. I've been talking to you a lot lately.I just wanted to say thanks for some stuff if you don't mind.Thanks first of all for my family. They so rock my world. I got my independence and my stubbornness from my parents. They can argue about which side of the family...Thanks for BT and Annie.I like that they are beside me every night in bed.That makes me feel pretty

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We live for these things!!!pssst. pass it on.to those of you who have been giving me problems about not writing...I answer these and then pass them on to you.I will EXPECT to see them on your blog soon.:) What you want for Christmas... if your friends were millionaires: a new boat for BT, all bills paid, uh, maybe my own movie theatre?What you want for Christmas... for real: I got baby chicks...

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I decided this year to be quite bah-humbuggy about Christmas decorations. Right after Thanksgiving, I didn't have the energy, or the desire to get out Christmas Decorations. When I did eventually have time, it seemed too late to even bother. Why get them out when I would just have to put them away in a week? I know, bah- humbug. I figured I would only get out the necessities... the nativity scene

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This has been one of the funniest weeks EVAH... and I have NO time to blog about it. Next week I will officially be on vacation and maybe can blog some of the funny stuff.I just hope my crazy mind can remember things by then!

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My mom was a speech and drama teacher when I was growing up. I went to my share of play practices. I learned all the lines, even when the teenagers couldn't. And I was especially in love with musicals. Love isn't even the word for it.I worshiped musicals. I can remember turning on the soundtrack of the day, putting on my sock feet, and sliding, dancing and singing all around the living room.

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You were a bad MO-FO!!!!Yea and Hip Hip Hooray!!! BT is turning 42 today!!!!A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, there was a guy who spent the entire month of December working... almost 24/7 working, far away from me. It was rough I tell you, but I always knew he would be home on Christmas Eve. One night, we were talking on the phone about his job and what he had accomplished and he said, "

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"When It Don't Come Easy"Patty Griffin...Red lights are flashing on the highwayI wonder if we're gonna ever get homeI wonder if we're gonna ever get home tonightEverywhere the waters getting roughYour best intentions may not be enoughI wonder if we're gonna ever get home tonightBut if you break downI'll drive out and find youIf you forget my loveI'll try to remind youAnd stay by you when it don't

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-1133318359516595142005-11-29T20:20:00.000-06:002005-11-29T23:27:34.390-06:00

I have this darling little girl I teach reading to. She is the highlight of my day most days. In the boy filled world of reading instruction...(most struggling readers in first grade are boys) it is nice to have a girl in the group to change the pace a little bit. She is just darling and is doing better than I could have imagined.Today, as we began to write, I asked her to tell me something about

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-1131591358148322282005-11-09T20:53:00.000-06:002005-11-09T20:55:58.156-06:00

A teacher found this today on the floor in a first grade classroom! It is classic! The funny thing is, as soon as she showed it to me, I thought, THIS would be perfect on the blog!!!Ah always thinking about blog potential.:)

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-1131206752754093512005-11-05T09:55:00.000-06:002005-11-06T15:30:51.510-06:00

I hadn't heard this song in forever and recent events brought me back to this song. Who's To Say?Pat GreenI don’t wear my shirt tucked inI like a little bbq on SundayWell I hang out with a rougher crowdWho drink too much, who talk too loudDon’t you know that it’s all right with meYeah I don’t go to church too much, but I know that Jesus truly loves meAnd if he was here I’d be drinking beer

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How Do you measure a year? Wow. You know, I am OLD now, so I must reflect before I get so old I can't remember...Here are a few things I have learned in the past five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes...*I actually Do like all kinds of music... and itunes rocks.*Songs from itunes are not really 99 cents if you include tax.*No matter what you have experienced in life, someone can

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My birthday isn't until Thursday, but Mom is going to be out of town on my birthday and I wanted her to see her blog entry before she left!Thanks to my mom for this dedication. :) I love it!I was invited by “Suz” to keep the birthday “ZOOMS” going.She was almost born on Halloween but missed it a few days.I should know, I was there. Recently someone (I didn’tknow at all) told me that because of

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Because Patty Griffin speaks to my heart. Because I love you and that family of yours...Because the little dreams we dream are all we can really do.KitePatty GriffinThe Sunday after, there was laughter in the airEverybody had a kite they were flying everywhereAnd all the trouble went away and it wasn't just a dreamAll the trouble went away, and it wasn't just a dreamIn the middle of the nightWe

nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12308381064354615232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593013.post-1129989154713311012005-10-22T08:07:00.000-05:002005-10-22T09:50:30.946-05:00

I am a reading specialist, a reading facilitator, no one is really sure my title... especially me.I work with first graders mostly, but I get to go hang out with third graders during the day too. It is, aside from the paperwork and not really knowing how to use my time wisely, a great great job. I love it.I have a small group of third graders at the moment that I work with every day. Every time I

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I wouldn't really call it eloping. We had the whole thing planned. I wasn't really a girl who needed to have the big fluffy wedding. We didn't have a church at the time, and my 90 year old matron of honor wasn't alive anymore, so why not look for other options? It was pretty easy. My mom made my dress so after that, it was just one phone call... decide what date, what time, and what color flowers

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I went to Canton last weekend... I LOVE Canton!!!So, here are some things I learned from Canton...*even bathrooms with curtains instead of doors on the stalls might still have attendants. Tip them well... especially if they have to fish your phone out of the toilet. Damn those shallow pockets!*real lemonade rocks more than you will ever know. It at least helps to soothe the pain of the toilet

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You'll Look a Little Lovelier Each Day with Fabulous Pink Susiederk. My slogan.:)orBe Young, Have Fun, Drink Bloghead.Makes you want to read my blog everyday doesn't it?find your slogan at the slogan maker: http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi

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Happy B-day NewAnglican...I have been thinking about it and I can't quite remember when I officially met JRD. I know I didn't know him our freshman year of college. I was hanging in some strange circles freshman year. I do know that I got to know JRD when I started dating his roommate our sophomore year. He seemed like a nice guy and I know he had a crush on my roommate, so it was all good.We

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