<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487</id><updated>2011-10-30T20:05:17.366-07:00</updated><category term='Responding to 7 Habits'/><title type='text'>frogntoad</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-3848186838742529974</id><published>2011-03-15T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T08:48:45.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New</title><content type='html'>What's new?  That is a good question since I'm on spring break and haven't blogged in months.  I could just say, "Nothing!"  But that isn't quite true.   In areas of family:  I'm still amazed, and entertained by the direction, choices, and lives of my children.  In the area of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;:  despite my tenancy to lash all life's hardship on him, I haven't yet run him off.(coming up on 31 years)  In the area of parents:  you really can't teach an old dog new tricks.  In the area of pets:  down to 2 dogs.  In the area of work:  never worked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;harder&lt;/span&gt;, achieved less, and been more concerned about the future of mankind.  In the areas of leisure:  care much less about creativity and much more about physical being.  In the area of religion:  enjoying many series covered in services. (Is my willingness to let God drive my ship a sign that I'm lazy?)  In the area of entertainment:  still think I'm the funniest thing I know!  In the areas of literature:  none  In the areas of music:  why do so many great songs have such raunchy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lyrics&lt;/span&gt;?  In the area of fashion:  as always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;perplexed&lt;/span&gt;!   In the area of dance:  no new moves.(waiting for Dancing with the Stars)  I guess I could go on forever but the more I write, the more I realize...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nothings&lt;/span&gt; new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-3848186838742529974?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/3848186838742529974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=3848186838742529974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3848186838742529974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3848186838742529974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-763654742170506372</id><published>2011-01-30T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T10:03:45.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making It</title><content type='html'>Living one mile from 35 and 12 miles from a major city we once again find ourselves without &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;service&lt;/span&gt; at our home!  No we are not the Beverly Hillbillies!  I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;developed&lt;/span&gt; a new practice of a Sunday visit to Borders for coffee and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;browsing&lt;/span&gt;.  I have my own corner, plug, coffee, and samples.  I find I barely miss my home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;.  I am spending my valuable time doing things like chess, watching silly shows and keeping up better with laundry.  So if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; miss me on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; just wait until Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-763654742170506372?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/763654742170506372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=763654742170506372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/763654742170506372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/763654742170506372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2011/01/making-it.html' title='Making It'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-917644417406249929</id><published>2011-01-01T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T07:36:36.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year and Nothing New</title><content type='html'>This year I will remind myself that life is what you choose to make of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-917644417406249929?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/917644417406249929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=917644417406249929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/917644417406249929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/917644417406249929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-and-nothing-new.html' title='The New Year and Nothing New'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-166357755122790192</id><published>2010-12-20T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T19:33:02.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Dilemma</title><content type='html'>This fall I've had the problem of no shoes to go with the right pants.  Pants too long, shoes too tall, shoes that hurts, pants too short, pants wrong color, shoes wrong color...  What is a girl to do?   How does one go about remedying this situation?  Do I start with new pants and then find the shoes?  Do I find the shoes and then adjust the pants?  The problem really began when I realized that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of closed shoe season meant achy feet.  Out of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desperation&lt;/span&gt; I bought some flat black round toe 7W shoes and curse of all curses they feel good.  I'm just not quite ready to be frumpy.  Maybe I should read the definition of humility(again, Mom) and then pray for some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-166357755122790192?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/166357755122790192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=166357755122790192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/166357755122790192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/166357755122790192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/12/daily-dilemma.html' title='Daily Dilemma'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-2244349223655427192</id><published>2010-11-27T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T13:14:39.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No loyalty, No respect</title><content type='html'>Can you imagine a day when your long term cell phone/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; provider charges you for a "reconditioned"  card?  Can you imagine a day when the cell phone service center has the charm of a bus station and offers no, yes I said NO trash cans.  I understand the importance of shredding but not to have a receptacle to for your empty coffee cup?  Now how about this:  a convenience store with its paper towel dispensers on the food bar taped closed with cardboard as to say to customers, "No you can use the hand dryer just like everyone else or don't make a mess with the mustard!"  What is the state f our world?  This is beyond cheap, beyond disrespect.  Feeling better after having a little vent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-2244349223655427192?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/2244349223655427192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=2244349223655427192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/2244349223655427192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/2244349223655427192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-loyalty-no-respect.html' title='No loyalty, No respect'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-7629181745197514972</id><published>2010-11-05T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T07:15:27.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Say OK</title><content type='html'>Where is my beautiful post?  Where did it go?  I always take the technological disappearance of a post as a sign of words not meant to be.  Alrighty then, OK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-7629181745197514972?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/7629181745197514972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=7629181745197514972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7629181745197514972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7629181745197514972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-say-ok.html' title='Just Say OK'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-866156596939796366</id><published>2010-11-02T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:12:41.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commenting on My Own Post</title><content type='html'>Maybe I've changed my mind about the death of whatever.  I have many strong feelings today and if I express them I'm sure to make people mad, sad,... so in the name of peace, "whatever!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-866156596939796366?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/866156596939796366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=866156596939796366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/866156596939796366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/866156596939796366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/11/commenting-on-my-own-post.html' title='Commenting on My Own Post'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-7295049223196500292</id><published>2010-10-31T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T16:27:20.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of Whatever</title><content type='html'>I am thinking about declaring the death of the "whatever" attitude. It signals &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;indifference&lt;/span&gt;, defeat, surrender without battle. What good is that? I've decided to think more about my "observation" mode of life. I'm trying out my voice, again. Most of my life I have talked too much about nonsense, then I moved into the quiet observer mode and now I think the pendulum is starting to swing back. I hope this will be a modified swing, a swing with grace, purpose, and a focus on meaningful topics. I intend to ask for help, to offer help, and to tell my opinion on important issues when asked and just maybe when not asked. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, perhaps that is too bold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-7295049223196500292?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/7295049223196500292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=7295049223196500292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7295049223196500292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7295049223196500292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/10/death-of-whatever.html' title='Death of Whatever'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-1351199144107813094</id><published>2010-10-26T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T17:42:15.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty but Full of Crazies</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted a thing lately.  October always turns out to be an awful, and awfully busy month.  What is worse than the fact that I have reported nothing?  My daughter has not posted either.  She is busy too with nesting, working, and washing dishes, since she is her dishwasher.  What is it about October that it is just too busy.  Year after year it is the same thing.  It is more than Halloween, Fire Safety, Bus Safety, Red Ribbon Month.  It is just a feeling of unrest that blankets the entire month.  Haunting?  Maybe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-1351199144107813094?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/1351199144107813094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=1351199144107813094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1351199144107813094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1351199144107813094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/10/empty-but-full-of-crazies.html' title='Empty but Full of Crazies'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-4980419043983956127</id><published>2010-10-15T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T18:37:07.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Joy</title><content type='html'>Once again I committed my very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; Sunday School class.  Not  100 cupcakes, picture taking, dressing as a scarecrow, fixing spaghetti dinner, or baking a gazillion pies but instead manning the plant sale room at our Fall Festival.  The plant sale used to be a regular but fell off the agenda at some point.  Now I really know nothing about plants (not like cupcakes or pies) but was assured this was just a collecting and sales position.  After sending out a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flyers&lt;/span&gt; requesting plants, pots, or donations I got 2 bites.  Both bites came from 80 something gentlemen in the church, of which I had heard of, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know.  Bo has contacted me twice requesting more pots, first small then large pots.  The second call came from Crosby who requested I come by to see his aloe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vera&lt;/span&gt;.  On the Monday holiday I headed out to get the large pots and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;drop&lt;/span&gt; them by Bo's.  He was thrilled by his pots and led me around back to see his proud collection of plants for the sale.  His backyard was filled with a colorful variety of plants and flowers, collections of patio furniture and cool shade.  He beamed with pride as he told me about each of his plant species much like a proud parent.  After leaving Bo I headed down the street to Crosby's.  After nearly walking in his neighbor's house by accident I found his house and was lead through the house to another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shady back&lt;/span&gt; yard.  His yard held 2 out buildings, one of which was a greenhouse.  As we made our way to the green house he explained he had a masters degree in horticulture and was currently an 81 year old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;substitute&lt;/span&gt; teacher at a prison.  His green house was truly a working room complete with lots of tools, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;counter space&lt;/span&gt;, shelves, and a very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rickety&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aluminum&lt;/span&gt; step stool.  As I watched him hoist his tall slim body up that step stool I found myself wanting to lecture but reminded myself that I'm not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; mom or teacher.  For the remainder of my visit Crosby educated me in the world of plants, insects, aging, composting, and who can remember what else.  It is always thrilling to be around passionate people.  When we were finished &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;repotting&lt;/span&gt; plants for the sale he announced that I couldn't leave until he played me a song on the organ.  Opening the double doors to the other building sat a huge organ.  Crosby sat and played a song first sounding like circus music and transitioning to Mozart.  All played from memory.  I wondered how often his neighbors got a concert and he said a few times a week.  As I left, Crosby promised to play another song when I picked up the plants.  He said if he was out just to come to the back and get the plants but I could never leave with my song.  As I reflect on all the challenges and stresses of this difficult week I realize that for me a new door has opened with these special relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-4980419043983956127?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/4980419043983956127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=4980419043983956127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4980419043983956127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4980419043983956127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/10/unexpected-joy.html' title='Unexpected Joy'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-1407747610662052860</id><published>2010-09-06T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:04:11.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Effects</title><content type='html'>Just finishing the book, Playing With Grownups, reminds me that I think every family is directly or indirectly affected by mental illness.  It made me think of Glass Castles, then my own family growing up, families in my neighborhood growing up, my husbands family, families of current friends and acquaintances, and I can see evidences of the effects.  As a child I think there were no resources and so little knowledge that people were just considered crazy or odd with terms floating around like '"driving me to the nut house!"  I can think of dozens of people I knew who must have been self medicating with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt; but if they were labeled anything thing it was just drunk or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alchy&lt;/span&gt;.  It is nice that research is delving into mental illness.  The brain is a crazy thing in itself. It is nice to think that some day perhaps this will all be understood &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scientifically&lt;/span&gt; and socially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-1407747610662052860?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/1407747610662052860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=1407747610662052860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1407747610662052860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1407747610662052860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/09/effects.html' title='The Effects'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-2386824481054756071</id><published>2010-09-01T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T19:16:35.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>Is there any other job where once a year you get a clean slate and a fresh start?  The joy in teaching is just that.  Out go the old kids, the old procedures, the old requirements, the old you.  In comes the new kids, their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;idiosyncrasies&lt;/span&gt;, new bosses, new neighbors, new ideas, goals, dreams, intentions.  A whole new chance.  I'm cleaner, neater, more deliberate, decisive, organized interpersonal, slower, faster, quieter, quieter.  It will be interesting to see which of the new me holds out and which of the old will creep back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps  I miss the postings of my Becky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-2386824481054756071?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/2386824481054756071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=2386824481054756071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/2386824481054756071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/2386824481054756071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/09/fresh-start.html' title='Fresh Start'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-4731791663977564769</id><published>2010-08-23T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:43:55.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Point to Ponder, or Research</title><content type='html'>Who said cleanliness in next to godliness?  In what context was this written?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-4731791663977564769?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/4731791663977564769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=4731791663977564769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4731791663977564769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4731791663977564769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/08/point-to-ponder-or-research.html' title='Point to Ponder, or Research'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-6638132441979233600</id><published>2010-08-21T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:20:04.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is She Doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/THBfEahgIDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2PM1y79Rla0/s1600/french-press-coffee-maker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508006873718071346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/THBfEahgIDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2PM1y79Rla0/s400/french-press-coffee-maker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I check and she hasn't posted a blog post I wonder what she has been doing? Reading some great work of literature? Weaving a nest of new ideas? Painting a masterpiece for her brother? Buried in spiritual retreat? Conjuring up some vegetarian delight? Oh yes, busy washing dishes! It is hard to imagine that at times she has to put these other pleasure on hold and tend to menial maintenance tasks. How awful it would be if there weren't a clean spoon with which to stir her french pressed coffee and cream. Thought of the day: Even those with the loftiest of interests must stoop to cleanliness and order. I miss your words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-6638132441979233600?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/6638132441979233600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=6638132441979233600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6638132441979233600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6638132441979233600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-is-she-doing.html' title='What is She Doing?'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/THBfEahgIDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2PM1y79Rla0/s72-c/french-press-coffee-maker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-7748606631055234535</id><published>2010-08-12T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:19:43.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/TGS5sgxMBsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ucq6RPICOqM/s1600/balance1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504728818915215042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/TGS5sgxMBsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ucq6RPICOqM/s320/balance1%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without challenge one cannot not know the feeling of accomplishment. Without worry one cannot fully appreciate a time of peace. Without sadness one cannot fully experience happiness. Let us remember to be thankful for the balance of emotions that allows us to fully feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-7748606631055234535?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/7748606631055234535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=7748606631055234535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7748606631055234535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7748606631055234535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/08/todays-thought.html' title='Today&apos;s Thought'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/TGS5sgxMBsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ucq6RPICOqM/s72-c/balance1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-2780118654581758221</id><published>2010-08-08T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T18:16:16.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughter Delight</title><content type='html'>Well scratch the athletic shoes.  Instead I spent Saturday shopping with my daughter.  She challenges me to want more for myself.  I ended up with 3 pair of shoes and 5 shirts.  I love them all and had fun shopping for them.  We enjoyed a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chipotle&lt;/span&gt; lunch and a quick trip to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ulta&lt;/span&gt;.  I so appreciate the she is feminine, the perfume, shiny hair, heels...  I'm glad that she knows and is comfortable with her being.  My wish is for every person to love the skin they are in.  In addition to looking beautiful she is also a great loser.  She can laugh her way through any game loss.  It is about the climb!  Thank God for daughters like Becky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-2780118654581758221?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/2780118654581758221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=2780118654581758221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/2780118654581758221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/2780118654581758221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/08/daughter-delight.html' title='Daughter Delight'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-6980788882714182285</id><published>2010-08-06T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T14:31:53.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the Right Shoe</title><content type='html'>As one ages it becomes a challenge to balance the style of a shoe with long standing comfort.  I'm really a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheapy&lt;/span&gt; shoe shopper shopping only for a bargain that looks good but as my feet become more sensitive I have to be more selective.  Maybe my tender feet are due more to the strains of physical activity than age.  I put a lot of stress on them playing tennis, and occasionally falling, and running.  Being a teacher on my feet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alllll&lt;/span&gt; day just add to this problem.  They feel hot, chapped and tired.  Changing shoes middle of the day helps greatly but I really need something more comfortable to start with.  I've tried a couple times to become the running shoe kind of teacher but I can't pull it off for 2 reasons.  Reason 1:  running shoe teachers must have stylish expensive running shoes.  Reason 2:  You have to feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt; in this decision.  Hey,  if I had those expensive shoes I bet I'd feel confident!  Problem solved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-6980788882714182285?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/6980788882714182285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=6980788882714182285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6980788882714182285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6980788882714182285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-right-shoe.html' title='Just the Right Shoe'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-5769606147242610134</id><published>2010-08-05T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:28:55.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Best Quote</title><content type='html'>She has travelled through France, Austria, and Germany and her most astounding observation?  The French must be the best &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ironers&lt;/span&gt; in the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-5769606147242610134?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/5769606147242610134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=5769606147242610134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/5769606147242610134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/5769606147242610134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-best-quote.html' title='New Best Quote'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-3838864346202384668</id><published>2010-08-04T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:05:01.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Places You'd Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/TFnHtD6yIWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wyrtzC56I1g/s1600/gondola.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501647996769673570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/TFnHtD6yIWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wyrtzC56I1g/s320/gondola.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After experiencing 2 weeks in Europe where she was personally shown about Austria and I mean personally my sister is trying to decide where and what she would show those who visited her? You must hope those visiting you might share some common interests, or at least have an interest in you. With that in mind, the task becomes easier. It is easier if you have places you feel passionately about: a sensational &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;land form&lt;/span&gt;, a piece of art or architecture, your school, athletic facility, historic place. It is certainly food for thought. Remember it doesn't have to be a gondola ride up into the Alps, visiting the cello maker, or sharing snaps with the locals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-3838864346202384668?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/3838864346202384668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=3838864346202384668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3838864346202384668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3838864346202384668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/08/places-youd-go.html' title='The Places You&apos;d Go'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/TFnHtD6yIWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wyrtzC56I1g/s72-c/gondola.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-2206982057548415189</id><published>2010-08-02T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:53:51.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the Connection</title><content type='html'>I've been waiting and waiting to see what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;common&lt;/span&gt; thread would finally link my daughter to her new co-worker.  You know how you meet someone and you just don't quite click?  Then over a number of days, weeks, months, or years you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; find that thread that connects you.  Even if you are really really different or don't even really like or respect one another.  Well I have been waiting to see what that thread would be for my daughter and her new co-worker.  She wasn't wild about him, or his mix into the office dynamic but I was sure the link would come.   Would it be a fashion item, a line from a movie, a song, a lyric to a song, a line from a poem, food or a recipe, a quote?  Well now we will never know for he has resigned.  What a disappointment!  This is just like a book with a weak ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-2206982057548415189?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/2206982057548415189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=2206982057548415189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/2206982057548415189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/2206982057548415189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/08/waiting-for-connection.html' title='Waiting for the Connection'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-7541017659882032412</id><published>2010-08-01T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T11:33:11.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Probable Cause</title><content type='html'>Yesterday by the time I finished tennis, running, and working out I felt a slight headache coming on.  As you know for many years say from 9-39, I suffered from headaches.  These were barf inducing, light barring, ear ringing headaches.  I have never forgotten their intensity and have great sympathy for anyone who has a headache.  I let this headache go a while thinking it would go away.  It didn't seem to be getting worse but slowly I was losing my patience.  This lead me to possible causes.  When I surveyed the causes I decided it was amazing I was still alive.  My feet were very hot in my running shoes and I was experiencing a slight toenail poke into the front of my shoes.  Reason 1.  I had my bangs clipped up with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;clippy&lt;/span&gt;.  Reason 2.  I had run while they were cutting hay.  Reason 3.  The melted tar on the road stinks.  Reason 4.  I had left on my very supportive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;criss&lt;/span&gt; cross strap bra for athletics &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alllll&lt;/span&gt; day.  Reason 5.  I had tuna for lunch.  Reason 6.  I had only 1 cup of coffee.  Reason 7.  It was over 100 degrees.  Reason 8.  Wow.  What gives you a headache?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-7541017659882032412?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/7541017659882032412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=7541017659882032412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7541017659882032412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7541017659882032412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/08/probable-cause.html' title='The Probable Cause'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-764899466595378067</id><published>2010-07-31T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T12:06:51.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idea of Hope</title><content type='html'>The book I just finished spoke of one's life purpose focusing around hope.  So now the questions is, "What is your hope... my hope?"  Usually I hope that I can brighten someone's day or give purpose to their day, to make them feel needed, important, appreciated.  That seems like such a small hope.  Maybe it should be 10 people, 20, 100... What are your ideas about hope?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-764899466595378067?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/764899466595378067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=764899466595378067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/764899466595378067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/764899466595378067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/07/idea-of-hope.html' title='The Idea of Hope'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-3489820328463383685</id><published>2010-07-26T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T08:57:58.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dress</title><content type='html'>In September 1973 my sister had just started school at TCU.  She had gone through rush and pledged a sorority but still Mom worried.  One Friday night Mom and I headed to Foley's and shopped for sister.  We bought two dresses.  I only remember what one looked like.  It was a dark green calico print peasant style dress with a white inset in front.  I was never a dress person but I liked this dress.  We boxed up the dresses and sister called very pleased.  I could picture her toodling off to class with her long straight hair and peasant dress.  She always loved a dress.  I felt good to buy her those dresses.  My daughter bought me a dress.  I didn't wear it or even keep it but she knew exactly what I liked.  She took the things I like in shirts and pants and jewelry and found a dress that matched my style.  I love that she thought about me, made the effort and took a chance on me.  Perhaps I should have kept that dress.  I'm too practical, frugal, and hosestly don't enjoy dresses.  In fact when I wear one I just don't feel like me.  So I will remember the gesture as one of my life's best gifts.  Thanks, Becky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-3489820328463383685?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/3489820328463383685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=3489820328463383685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3489820328463383685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3489820328463383685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/07/dress.html' title='The Dress'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-3718926375895140991</id><published>2010-07-25T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T10:33:11.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindly Disregard Last Post</title><content type='html'>After reading the comment posted by my daughter on my last post, I must inform my readers, all 1 of you, that I've decided I'm good enough just the way I am so don't expect any big changes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-3718926375895140991?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/3718926375895140991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=3718926375895140991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3718926375895140991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3718926375895140991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/07/kindly-disregard-last-post.html' title='Kindly Disregard Last Post'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-2961040128156088471</id><published>2010-07-23T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T14:59:50.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Now?</title><content type='html'>I have been very positive since my last self pitying post.  I have forgotten my wrinkles and crepy skin.  I have focused on the good in my life.  I have laughed, eaten, and enjoyed the company of others, BUT  Isn't there always a but?  I was doing fine, much better, when I discovered the Facebook page and blog of my long lost 1st cousin.  I'm am just inadequate.  She quilts, knits, writes, bakes and decorates cakes, is a missionary, studying spanish, gourmet cooks, supports her community, is in socail organizations and really cares about these things and does them very well.  She states that her husband is her motivator.  Maybe I can blame James for my short comings.  My only motivation this summer has been exercising, tennis, and cleaning.  Now that sounds just downright selfish.  It is.  I'm making a resolution right here, right now to do something to help others, or is productive, or is well done, soon.  Maybe tomorrow, right after tennis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-2961040128156088471?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/2961040128156088471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=2961040128156088471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/2961040128156088471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/2961040128156088471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-now.html' title='What Now?'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-4970559039713622836</id><published>2010-07-14T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T06:53:25.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Establishing a New Identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/TD3BSiJ5DnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dBuTBlZIJHo/s1600/wrinkles.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 73px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/TD3BSiJ5DnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dBuTBlZIJHo/s320/wrinkles.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493759644611972722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only summer would provide me with enough time to have this problem.  When I 'm busy and productive I either like myself or just don't notice my short comings so much.  What has been the focus of this summer?  Wrinkles, sagging skin, horrid age spots.  I sound like a beauty cream ad.  I remember a few years ago when lined up with my peers that they all had these sagging jaws and chins.  I sighed a breath of relief that mine was still in tact.  Well as I survey the damage of age, sun, the growing and shrinking of the body and the attached skin..Oh my I shouldn't have even started looking.  It is like germs.  I can't get to thinking about them for fear that they really could become an all consuming entity.  So I've done this survey of myself and just can't get a handle on this new me.  Maybe or probably it isn't new, just new to me.  All the things I see can't be fixed.  These things are now-me.  So how does one go about handling these imperfections?  The only solution that I've come up so far is a lot more smiles and a little more fabric.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-4970559039713622836?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/4970559039713622836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=4970559039713622836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4970559039713622836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4970559039713622836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/07/establishing-new-identity.html' title='Establishing a New Identity'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/TD3BSiJ5DnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dBuTBlZIJHo/s72-c/wrinkles.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-3860554085415849010</id><published>2010-07-01T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T05:44:18.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/TCyYQl3cAWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4siHLFCSC6Q/s1600/frog.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 458px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488929456667754850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/TCyYQl3cAWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4siHLFCSC6Q/s400/frog.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention my daughter, Becky? She's a gem. She is a great listener and thinker. She has a rare combination: good intentions and follow through! She sent me this cartoon this morning and it made me smile. How about you?&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/1209144910216774487-3860554085415849010?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/3860554085415849010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=3860554085415849010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3860554085415849010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3860554085415849010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/07/gem.html' title='A Gem'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/TCyYQl3cAWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4siHLFCSC6Q/s72-c/frog.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-1568505169063100399</id><published>2010-06-29T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T14:59:40.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Failures</title><content type='html'>How could this happen in just 4 days?  How could it be that 2 priceless frozen treats could go bad?  Saturday morning after tennis I went back to the same 7-11 that had the Crystal Light Slurpee but the warning light was on.  I could tell through the glass that it was nearly ready so I helped myself.  What a disappointment.  It was almost as disappointing as an undercooked egg.  I tried to spruce it up with a few ice cubes but the whole time I was drinking it I kept imagining my teeth turning bright orange.  Then on a hot lazy Sunday afternoon James and I headed out for our first sugar free snow cone of the season.  I had a bad feeling when the menu of sugar free flavors could not be read because the print had gotten wet and run down the page that was still taped in the hut window.  I kept the faith but when I asked the girl what the flavors were she was sheepish.  Never trust a shy snow cone girl with a bad complexion.  After filling our glasses with shaved ice she informed us they had....sugar free watermelon.  I found this to be just a dull sweetness with artificial color.  James liked his but he likes simple sweet but I need the punch of tart!  How could this happen in one week.  I guess I should have just trusted my instincts and ordered a water.  Water is just so plain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-1568505169063100399?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/1568505169063100399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=1568505169063100399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1568505169063100399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1568505169063100399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/06/frozen-failures.html' title='Frozen Failures'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-8852034687002274418</id><published>2010-06-28T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T08:05:02.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Enough Rigor</title><content type='html'>Now that I'm home, I find my summer doesn't include quite enough rigor. Our new tennis pro, now a month delayed, has thrown a loop in the Tennis Academy schedule. It is a delicate balance of hours available inside, playable hours outside due to extreme heat, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;availability&lt;/span&gt; of instructors. I've been having a daily run and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bowflex&lt;/span&gt; and or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; but have come up with a stupid cough that I've diagnosed to be allergic in nature. Does being outside make that worse? Anyway it is 9:58 on a Monday morning, I've eaten, run, worked out, cleaned myself up, read &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a chapter&lt;/span&gt; in my school assigned summer reading, and am ready to do my online tech course. All this sounds like too much sitting. I'm resigned to no painting or interior decorating until I've made a decision, found the funding, and put in new flooring. I've put in my garden but it doesn't really require much time. Oh well, I'll continue to work on developing a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;satisfying&lt;/span&gt; daily schedule. I'll get it down about August 1st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-8852034687002274418?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/8852034687002274418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=8852034687002274418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8852034687002274418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8852034687002274418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-enough-rigor.html' title='Not Enough Rigor'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-4371028703800410419</id><published>2010-06-24T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:33:23.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Techno School</title><content type='html'>Taking this graduate course has been good for me.  I'm using all the techno tools that high schools and universities use.  I've used the course website for course information,  assignment information, uploading assignments, communication with professors and students, and viewing grades and assessments.  I'm just amazed how it all works and it does work!  On the flip side there were still glitches with technological presentations.  Programs that were unable to open, incompatible software...  Our professor was very understanding although I'm sure there are some that are not.   Now just to wait for my presentation review.  I was shocked by the idea of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;criticism&lt;/span&gt; and resubmission of work.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  I was pretty sure I was perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-4371028703800410419?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/4371028703800410419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=4371028703800410419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4371028703800410419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4371028703800410419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/06/techno-school.html' title='Techno School'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-7327957927359269217</id><published>2010-06-23T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T08:48:52.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Butts or Fat Guts?</title><content type='html'>I have noticed while finishing my projct for the Environmental Camp/Class that students spend a lot of time sitting.  I am surprised that the youth of today have collected rolls of fat around their middle instead of their rear ends.  Just an observation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-7327957927359269217?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/7327957927359269217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=7327957927359269217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7327957927359269217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7327957927359269217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/06/fat-butts-or-fat-guts.html' title='Fat Butts or Fat Guts?'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-8461989220034662635</id><published>2010-06-20T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:39:27.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Along</title><content type='html'>Well week 3 of summer is here.  Week1, I attended the Science Academy that seemed worthwhile because I was paid to attend.   I had fun with my friends and eating lunch out each day.  Week 2, Environmental Camp, which was fabulous.  I was not paid but it cost me nothing and was a priceless experience.  It is weird because I can't explain to anyone who wasn't there how great it actually was.  During week 1 I got registered and logged on to my online technology course which I look forward to getting back to this week.  I also look forward to getting back into my usual tennis routine and exercise routine.  Since I finished Sarah's Key last week, I'm anxious to get to the library and start book 2 of the summer.  I'm also looking forward to watching some movies.  Somehow I think I may make it through the summer without any school withdrawals.  Amazingly, I haven't had the urge to pick up a paintbrush or a scrub brush, yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-8461989220034662635?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/8461989220034662635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=8461989220034662635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8461989220034662635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8461989220034662635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/06/coming-along.html' title='Coming Along'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-3673584181741509072</id><published>2010-06-10T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T18:45:44.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer With Purpose</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I was confused about the direction of summer but now the summer vision is becoming clearer.  My husband keeps asking me what I'm doing today and I say," Anything that I want!"  I have started my online Excel 2007 course, attended a 3 day Science Academy, attended the orientation for my week long Coal Camp, and started 2 books.   I've run everyday although I've subbed out my tennis for the week.  I also intend to do the Library To Play 3.     I have the feeling that the summer may just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whizzzz&lt;/span&gt; by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-3673584181741509072?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/3673584181741509072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=3673584181741509072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3673584181741509072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3673584181741509072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-with-purpose.html' title='Summer With Purpose'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-486893428354766039</id><published>2010-05-15T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T07:40:14.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Just Soaking It In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/S-6yNFIDDZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5_ya3g8VbuM/s1600/mouth.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471506535085706642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/S-6yNFIDDZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5_ya3g8VbuM/s320/mouth.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week 2 and I am still unable to post a comment on Becky's blog. Is it a problem with my computer or her site? Does it matter? I hate to leave a blog post without commenting but why? Maybe it is important for me to learn to take in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;information&lt;/span&gt; without interjecting. I admit I'm not too good at this. I do want her to know I'm reading, pondering and enjoying her blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-486893428354766039?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/486893428354766039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=486893428354766039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/486893428354766039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/486893428354766039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/05/still-just-soaking-it-in.html' title='Still Just Soaking It In'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/S-6yNFIDDZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5_ya3g8VbuM/s72-c/mouth.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-3508196730519479359</id><published>2010-05-07T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:29:11.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Sense of It</title><content type='html'>How is it that I can post a blog but not make a comment to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; blog?  Perhaps I was headed in the direction of saying the wrong thing.  Who knows?  Things just have a way of working out, don't they?  And how is it that so much time, energy, and thought can be spent on things of such little real importance?  Do you ever look around and think that we really have things all wrong, all messed up?  I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-3508196730519479359?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/3508196730519479359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=3508196730519479359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3508196730519479359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3508196730519479359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/05/making-sense-of-it.html' title='Making Sense of It'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-6805022311963266194</id><published>2010-04-12T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:03:41.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Without Editorializing</title><content type='html'>Am I the only one when asked to pray for someone. said yes but interjected my own personal opinion?  I guess I wasn't really leaving that in God's hands, was I? I must add that I think God and I would agree on this issue. Ooooops there I go again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-6805022311963266194?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/6805022311963266194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=6805022311963266194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6805022311963266194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6805022311963266194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/04/prayers-without-editorializing.html' title='Prayers Without Editorializing'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-3102500884476911438</id><published>2010-04-10T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T14:22:54.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a Few</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/S8DsFVTPEII/AAAAAAAAAHs/YF4ujHGbUN8/s1600/rule+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458622324734365826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/S8DsFVTPEII/AAAAAAAAAHs/YF4ujHGbUN8/s320/rule+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this new shirt from Becky. She was inspired after watching Zombieland. She too was made light hearted by the survival list. She hand painted this shirt for me and one for herself. I'm glad she chose Owl Blue so I could wear it on Spirit Friday. Out of all the people I saw on Friday 2 got the shirt. They loved it, understood it...they really got it. I now know that we are part of a small community of unlikely souls who will get this shirt. I will get a comment from a strange man in the market, a kid on the street, a group of awkward girls and I will know that on some level we are kindred spirits(of the Zombie kind).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-3102500884476911438?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/3102500884476911438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=3102500884476911438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3102500884476911438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3102500884476911438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/04/only-few.html' title='Only a Few'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/S8DsFVTPEII/AAAAAAAAAHs/YF4ujHGbUN8/s72-c/rule+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-6122259886787114981</id><published>2010-04-04T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:19:06.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to Report</title><content type='html'>As we enter April, I have nothing new to report. Is it true that no news is good news? If so, we are in luck. Looking forward to the changes of the year end, better known as post &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt;. Looking forward to summer and thinking ahead of how to structure that time. Cakes? Done that. Tennis, of course. Studies? Yes, I think so. Well plenty of time to think, 9 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-6122259886787114981?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/6122259886787114981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=6122259886787114981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6122259886787114981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6122259886787114981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing-ot-report.html' title='Nothing to Report'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-362376246599636533</id><published>2010-03-19T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T06:42:34.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spring Thing</title><content type='html'>As James' birthday is near it is a signal of something.  No not the West Texas Relays or the first day of spring but instead the time to switch the snowmen in the kitchen back to the usual decor.  Pronounced, "Day Cor,"  with a very hard DAY by the PR Director of Tom Thumb while trying to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;entice&lt;/span&gt; us on the radio to come to the Spring Home and Garden Show this weekend.  As I was packing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Frosties&lt;/span&gt; back into the box this morning the forecast is a chance of snow!  Just a small chance but doesn't it make you happy that you haven't rushed out to get your spring flowers or put your garden in?  It does me!  I did clean out my garden but didn't even turn over the soil.  I'm saving that for the day I harvest the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isopods&lt;/span&gt; for school.  But anyway I found the whole snowman thing ironic just a little too ironic, don't you think?  It's like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;raaaainnnn&lt;/span&gt; on your wedding........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-362376246599636533?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/362376246599636533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=362376246599636533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/362376246599636533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/362376246599636533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-thing.html' title='A Spring Thing'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-8038570758563626055</id><published>2010-03-18T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T07:51:52.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>A good time to rest up, catch up and think, "What the heck am I going to do alllll summer?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-8038570758563626055?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/8038570758563626055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=8038570758563626055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8038570758563626055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8038570758563626055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-1612028580188427483</id><published>2010-03-14T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:20:06.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombieland?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/S51S-8WZe1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/psmVdLF1Lkk/s1600-h/zombieland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448602365493607250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/S51S-8WZe1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/psmVdLF1Lkk/s200/zombieland.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. Last night I watched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zombieland&lt;/span&gt;. I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zombieland&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wolfman&lt;/span&gt; in the same year? Both of these I saw just because James wanted to see them and it is only fair since he complained through the second movie about Bridget Jones on Friday night. To my shock and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unhorror&lt;/span&gt;, I liked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zombieland&lt;/span&gt;. It started out with 2 things I like: humor and a rules list! I wasn't even sure what a zombie is and am still not sure but didn't keep me from enjoying the show. Woody &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Harrelson&lt;/span&gt; was the typical Woody, goody. The other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;actors&lt;/span&gt; were all young kid-adults that I didn't know but enjoyed. In addition to lists of rules, the main character also talks about his list of irrational fears. I always find that funny and interesting because as a kid, I had my fair share. Did you know I scrunched up my night gown to the width of a rubber band so I could quickly get it over my head without anything attacking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;me. Zombieland is&lt;/span&gt; a fun 2 hour ride and it isn't really a scary movie at all. I recommend it for $1-3 dollar viewing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-1612028580188427483?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/1612028580188427483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=1612028580188427483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1612028580188427483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1612028580188427483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/03/zombieland.html' title='Zombieland?'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/S51S-8WZe1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/psmVdLF1Lkk/s72-c/zombieland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-7557740486279017181</id><published>2010-03-03T19:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:44:33.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continual Improvement?</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of getting better when the old me is pretty good already!  Is that the voice of a tired person?  What does it say when we have to keep improving on good?  Better data, better looking, better example, better monitor...Yes, I must just be tired.  Perhaps I'll wait until morning to post this.  Better yet, I'll email a few folks and tell them that they are fabulous.  Everybody likes a good report- even better a great report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-7557740486279017181?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/7557740486279017181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=7557740486279017181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7557740486279017181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7557740486279017181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/03/continual-improvement.html' title='Continual Improvement?'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-795810903475131317</id><published>2010-02-20T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T05:14:45.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slyins?</title><content type='html'>Why isn't it that someone I know has compiled a list of word &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;verifications&lt;/span&gt; of words for Blog responses?  They remind me of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snigglets&lt;/span&gt;!  For instance, today I had to verify my blog response with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Slyins&lt;/span&gt;.  What does that sound like it would means?  A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sneaky&lt;/span&gt; way of tell a fib, of course.  I guess perhaps I must be the founder of the word verification dictionary.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Remember&lt;/span&gt; though, that my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acronym&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NSCU&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; really took off, even after a years use.  OK first word:  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Slyins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-795810903475131317?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/795810903475131317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=795810903475131317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/795810903475131317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/795810903475131317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/02/slyins.html' title='Slyins?'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-1327995294150909943</id><published>2010-02-13T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:47:03.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day Reaction/Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;! I did enjoy a day off but now the price to pay. A week of wetness(hard on the septic system, pet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;comins&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goins&lt;/span&gt;, shoes, cars, and RECESS). A delayed Valentine party at school must be had. One day behind on the new week before it starts. So I started today with an hour of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WItennisizing&lt;/span&gt;, and some vigorous cleaning including the shower doors! Add to that a healthy lunch, a game of Solitaire, and the 2 o'clock viewing of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wolfman&lt;/span&gt; and perhaps the lapse of Snow Day A Mania will resurface. Did I mention I'm an Olympic Hater? Well I'm trying to pour myself into the Winter Olympics so I began last night by watching almost the entire Opening Ceremonies. When they had completed the show and announced that Wayne &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gretski&lt;/span&gt; would bring in the torch in 12 minutes I fell asleep! I awoke just in time to miss the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; torch tha&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/S3bzHC5fptI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6K5rsUbwBJA/s1600-h/nash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437800902459107026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/S3bzHC5fptI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6K5rsUbwBJA/s200/nash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t wouldn't light and Steve Nash my personal favorite! I did see them light the city torches, all 4 of them. I had sufficiently bonded with all the high profile athletes that were bio-ed and am anxious to lose myself in the world of Women's Hockey. Let's see how long this lasts. Perhaps as long as the enthusiasm for the snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-1327995294150909943?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/1327995294150909943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=1327995294150909943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1327995294150909943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1327995294150909943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day-reactionaction.html' title='Snow Day Reaction/Action'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/S3bzHC5fptI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6K5rsUbwBJA/s72-c/nash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-1119328553945543899</id><published>2010-02-09T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:36:31.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward to the Break?</title><content type='html'>Looking forward to the break?  What break?  We haven't had spring break yet?  Hey we haven't!  Yes, I'm looking forward to spring break but obviously have no plans.  Somehow my tired isn't quite as tired.  There is hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-1119328553945543899?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/1119328553945543899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=1119328553945543899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1119328553945543899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1119328553945543899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/02/looking-forward-to-break.html' title='Looking Forward to the Break?'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-9212776725685803759</id><published>2010-02-01T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:48:40.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cutest Thing I've Seen All Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;?  Now this is pitiful.  My focus must be totally misplaced if I can't recall a single cute thing.  Before school?  Nothing.  During writing?  Nothing.  During lunch?  Nothing. Recess?  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Social&lt;/span&gt; studies?  Dismissal?  Man, I'm just a grouch.  I have to do better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-9212776725685803759?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/9212776725685803759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=9212776725685803759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/9212776725685803759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/9212776725685803759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/02/cutest-thing-ive-seen-all-day.html' title='The Cutest Thing I&apos;ve Seen All Day?'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-1865722131256322582</id><published>2010-01-22T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:35:32.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an Observer!</title><content type='html'>So much happening that I have nothing to say.  I'm just playing the part of an interested bystander.  Just watching, waiting, watching, waiting, for so many things.  Life is exciting.  Does that sound strange coming from the girl who is never surprised?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-1865722131256322582?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/1865722131256322582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=1865722131256322582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1865722131256322582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1865722131256322582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-observer.html' title='Just an Observer!'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-4814131068151226177</id><published>2009-12-18T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T05:04:23.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon, A Party to Remember</title><content type='html'>Crying, the Tango, vomit, Michael Jackson, a bird, and poor time telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days have passed and I've decided that enough has been said. Except that through the whoooole day I kept on my headband style reindeer ears without a pinch or poke. I never broke out into a sweat although the temperature was a crisp 42. I never raised my voice except in request of "Encore! Encore!" for another round of Blitzen doing the Chinese Splits. My smile was not riddled by gritted teeth. It was a party to remember and one to cherished as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-4814131068151226177?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/4814131068151226177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=4814131068151226177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4814131068151226177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4814131068151226177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-soon-party-to-remember.html' title='Coming Soon, A Party to Remember'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-3447211907869565561</id><published>2009-12-12T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:33:03.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Over, Christmas Sweatshirt!</title><content type='html'>By next Christmas I might not believe that I spent an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;afternoon&lt;/span&gt; in December 2009 making this giant Santa Cookie.  It is a sugar cookie with homemade cream cheese butter cream icing and red sugar sprinkles held in place with a thin brushing of light corn syrup.  I can put these in the memory book next to the stuffed fabric ginger bread dolls, the fabric padded Christmas frames, the holiday sweatshirts, the felt stockings, the plaid ribbon bows and the baked salt dough ornaments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-3447211907869565561?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/3447211907869565561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=3447211907869565561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3447211907869565561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3447211907869565561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/12/move-over-christmas-sweatshirt.html' title='Move Over, Christmas Sweatshirt!'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-6566256085111687226</id><published>2009-12-12T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:25:32.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter</title><content type='html'>My daughter's new job, son's new job, son's new possible job, new household visitors, an ailing father, a crazy world ...a new year.   I can hardly wait to see what this new year will bring.  Out the best in me?  The worst in me?  Relief? Tension?  Peace?  Angst? Joy?  All of the above?  Whatever the outcome it is clear that next year at this time I'll have new stories to tell and memories to review.  I just hope it includes many family gatherings, tennis matches, cups of coffee, board games, funny movies, and meaningful moments.  Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-6566256085111687226?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/6566256085111687226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=6566256085111687226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6566256085111687226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6566256085111687226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-chapter.html' title='A New Chapter'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-8472697527670826380</id><published>2009-12-12T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:15:04.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still not surprised!</title><content type='html'>Tiger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-8472697527670826380?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/8472697527670826380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=8472697527670826380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8472697527670826380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8472697527670826380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/12/still-not-surprised.html' title='Still not surprised!'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-3091878828405287755</id><published>2009-12-09T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:48:17.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Breathe</title><content type='html'>It seems in education as in other businesses, I'm sure, there is never time to just step back, exhale, and admire your craft.  Just as soon as you have mastered something and start to feel pleased with the outcome, WHOOSH! the expectation, technique or process changes.  I like to feel progressive and with it.  I really do!  I just wish the pace could relax just a little.  It seems things are dished out in the same method that a crazy parent throws a kid in deep water to learn to swim.  It forces you to react quickly but can be quite exhausting with all the flailing and gasping.  I wonder if the kids feel the same way.  Each time we change a schedule, add new curriculum, increase an expectation, are they thinking, "Just slow down, let me breath, let me catch up, your never stopping!"?  How in the world should that sentence be punctuated?  It seems we are running a race and in the end who will be the winner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-3091878828405287755?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/3091878828405287755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=3091878828405287755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3091878828405287755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3091878828405287755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-to-breathe.html' title='Time to Breathe'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-6234369186028130447</id><published>2009-11-27T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:25:36.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SxBDxS01kvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TMRN6BeEtd4/s1600/imagesCATBO433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 131px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408897666618069746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SxBDxS01kvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TMRN6BeEtd4/s200/imagesCATBO433.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the words of Flo, "Surprise!"" Did you ever think that things seemed calm or even predictable? Just wait about an hour or two and that will surely change. So with that I ask myself, or tell myself, "Never be surprised!" Is this born of cynicism? No just the voice of experience. And perhaps I wouldn't want it any other way. Perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-6234369186028130447?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/6234369186028130447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=6234369186028130447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6234369186028130447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6234369186028130447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/11/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SxBDxS01kvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TMRN6BeEtd4/s72-c/imagesCATBO433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-8594801459033514050</id><published>2009-11-22T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:43:21.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents' Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Never think you have been alone in your journey.  We have been with you every step of the way.  Usually just watching but sometimes steering, just a little.  When you crashed on the rocks we too crashed and when you sailed high we did as well.    We  hope for you a restful time of peace before being forced again to test the ever changing waters.  Always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; a quiet cove is just around the corner.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-8594801459033514050?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/8594801459033514050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=8594801459033514050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8594801459033514050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8594801459033514050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/11/parents-eyes.html' title='Parents&apos; Eyes'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-919332525218323228</id><published>2009-11-14T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:40:19.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Bag of Bricks</title><content type='html'>I have been very aware of the enlargement tools for the computer screen for many years. Often at work when I can't read a number sequence, small print of listed ingredients, or when I need to  enlarge a computer screen on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;projector&lt;/span&gt; at work for students, I utilize this feature.  Just Friday, I was teaching the students working on research for Science Fair in the Computer Lab, to use this enlargement tool instead on sliding forward the screen.(I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; warned against this practice by the lab teacher who also does a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jim&lt;/span&gt;-dandy job of managing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cafeteria&lt;/span&gt; and line behavior)  They were very impressed by the enlargement process and were much more willing readers I might add.  But did this hit home with me?  NO!  I didn't see that I should ever really use the enlarger but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt;!  Today while I was doing some Windows Update Installations and had to see small print, I enlarged and failed to turn back to 100% when finished.  I just sat down to check my email,....Presto C&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hango&lt;/span&gt;!  for the first time in months(years?) I can comfortably see.  Yes, comfortably!  If you are a young person this seem odd to you, I know.  Those of us 50+ understand.  Another benenfit of large print is that it cuts off the ad margin of Facebook and other sites!  Well enough said.  I am a happier, more relaxed person due to the 150% magnification of my screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-919332525218323228?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/919332525218323228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=919332525218323228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/919332525218323228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/919332525218323228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-bag-of-bricks.html' title='Like a Bag of Bricks'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-6901630657882008835</id><published>2009-11-09T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:29:33.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Old, Something New</title><content type='html'>I'm always amazed at the lengths people will go just to cheat.  It would be easier just to master the skill or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fulfill&lt;/span&gt; the obligation as expected or required.  This year alone I experienced the sign language cheaters, the paper grading cheaters, the take test for a friend cheaters, the copied from home ahead of time cheaters, the paper in the lap cheaters, and the so obvious that I'm cheating that I can't be cheating cheaters.  I'm sure that I've forgotten one or two by now but you see my point?  You plan, get in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cahoots&lt;/span&gt;, hide things, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;develop&lt;/span&gt; a language...for crying out loud just spend 15 minutes preparing!  Just read the assignment!  Just put your effort into your work not your plan to be unprepared!  If you hate to put out the effort just own up to it and fail!  I hate the stunned look when I discreetly pick up the paper and whisper that I won't be able to take that grade.  Never do I accuse, point the finger or use the dread word but it hangs in the air between us.  They know that I know, and that is all that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-6901630657882008835?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/6901630657882008835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=6901630657882008835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6901630657882008835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6901630657882008835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-old-something-new.html' title='Something Old, Something New'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-9112551756877506311</id><published>2009-10-29T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:25:41.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>As my daughter has begun her first week of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;substitute&lt;/span&gt; teaching it reminds me of my first teaching job.  I remember that some kids showed up on the work day and started talking to me and I couldn't understand a single word they spoke.  Little did I know that that was the least of my problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember leaving that class every day after rearranging my seating chart just one more time, thinking that I had to figure this job out!  How to get them quiet, clean, fed, out to recess, in from recess, keep them awake, help them get along, what to do all day, what not to do!  I sometime still wonder if they ever learned to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get on the freeway after a long, frustrating day and forget to get off at my exit.  I would get up the next day and for some reason always feel hopeful that this day would be better somehow.  Maybe it was.  I know the other staff members had bets placed on the date I might resign but I had no intention.  For some reason I just kept coming back and kept trying to figure out how to do this job.  I had never had a job I couldn't do so I just kept at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even let me come back the next year and somehow it seemed better.  To start with I had a reading program, all new shiny and ready for use.  I had some level of respect from my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt; just because I came back.  I didn't feel like I had been given the roll of kids with the stacked deck.  I also had just a drop of experience that went a long way.  In fact the second year I didn't change my seating chart every day, every week, not even every month.  It didn't have to do with the seats just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I think of Becky, I hope even when she has a hard day that she still will have hope.  Even when her feet ache, her heart aches, and her head aches that she takes on her next assignment with an optimistic hope.  I know teaching isn't for everybody but there is nothing greater than a great day at school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-9112551756877506311?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/9112551756877506311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=9112551756877506311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/9112551756877506311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/9112551756877506311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/10/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-885161610350846971</id><published>2009-10-25T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:46:47.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Effects of No TV</title><content type='html'>Well the TV in our TV room has sound but no picture. We watched the Cowboys game in our bedroom. The result was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; nap for James, and paper grading time for me. The Cowboys did have an amazing game thanks in part to my new favorite player, Myles Austin. After dinner we had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; in the TV room to the sounds of the TV. It seemed to work almost, until something I heard caught my attention. When I turn to get the visual--no visual. It was just weird. And to think we needed the background noise of the TV to resume our coffee routine. As James then went out to spray an ant bed, he left me at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;picture less&lt;/span&gt; TV. 2 minutes later when he came in he commented. "You're gone already?" I had moved to the computer. Now he and Jimmy are reading the owner's manual of our 12 year old big screen in hopes of a magical cure. I think by tomorrow at this time James might realize that this has opened a door to buy a new fancy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spancy&lt;/span&gt; TV with all the modern bells and whistles. Merry Christmas Family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-885161610350846971?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/885161610350846971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=885161610350846971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/885161610350846971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/885161610350846971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/10/effects-of-no-tv.html' title='The Effects of No TV'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-5412842199783243917</id><published>2009-10-24T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:20:11.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Sick, but Not Well</title><content type='html'>Should I have capitalized &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Who really cares with the exception of Becky and Laura? This has been a challenging week in every way. Last week I had a severe allergy related head cold. It was gone this week but left in its path a very tight, rough, screeching, case of laryngitis. I can't tell you how many times I've reassured people, no, I'm not sick or in pain just screechy! If that is true then, why by 2pm Tuesday when both the principal and vice came in for an extended walk through did I just want to cry and put my head down and say "Have you no decency?" It turned out that the review got rave reviews with my only shortcoming being no visible examples of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exemplary&lt;/span&gt; work but that is beside the point. Who thinks that was a good idea? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; to the point, if I wasn't sick why did I care? If I was sick, why wasn't I smart enough to know it? The rest of the week seemed to follow pattern with uncontrollable excitement stemming from the sex ed video and the current trend of throwing bottles of food coloring on the bus! If I were in my usual form this week would not have wounded me. In my lesser state, I met Friday with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exhaustion&lt;/span&gt;. I even had an hour afternoon nap. I hate the idea of a nap. For others, have a nap. For me, no, no, no.(with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;exception&lt;/span&gt; of the 7 minute &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-bedtime nap) Other signs that confuse me: being frankly honest with parents in conferences and on the phone, playing tennis, running like heck, but not being good enough, and for one small moment being irritated that key staff members failed to show up for student control during an unusual gathering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was I or am I sick? I'm not in pain, no fever or chills, no headache or body aches just a shortness of breath by the end of the day that comes from trying to talk when the body doesn't cooperate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I emailed my friend and told her I'd be cheery by Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-5412842199783243917?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/5412842199783243917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=5412842199783243917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/5412842199783243917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/5412842199783243917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-sick-but-not-well.html' title='Not Sick, but Not Well'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-4312339487888719328</id><published>2009-10-05T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:36:09.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Romance</title><content type='html'>About a month ago I heard the most romantic words I had ever witnessed. "I could never say no to a fella with a ponytail and a backward cap!" But this morning I came upon a close second. Walking through the halls of my work place very early this morning I overheard words that rang out the language of love, "Buckwheat is a nice enough looking guy, AND he does seem to know how to treat a woman..." Well what an endorsement! Surely Buckwheat is a match made in heaven! What is the point of this posting? Who knows? I just found all this interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-4312339487888719328?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/4312339487888719328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=4312339487888719328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4312339487888719328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4312339487888719328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/10/words-of-romance.html' title='Words of Romance'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-3469436849384012729</id><published>2009-10-03T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:31:32.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, Here It Is</title><content type='html'>I admit it I'm a squiggle.  Most of the time I'm proud to admit to being a squiggle but once in a while I find it embarassing or uncomfortable.  I'm making strides to be less of a mess but still maintain my quirky squiggle personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjustment 1:  Last summer I invented NSCU for emails and blog posting use.  It meant no spell check used.  I know how to spell.  I know how to use spell check.  I just don't like taking the time to use it.  If you know me, you know what I mene. Don't you?  LOL  So this summer I decided when bloging to spell check and lose my NSCU.  I became just  how aware others are about typos when I got a couple emails from people correcting my on line newsletter.  I thought they had a problem, a big problem, but actually it was I.  I stand corrected and am trying to be more details driven in print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjustment 2:  I am making quite an effort at keeping my work environment tidy.  I have developed a system of dealing with things quickly and in a routine fashion each day.  I am also using tiny chunks of time to do things that I assumed would take more time.  TaDa!  Why do I care if my enviroment is tidy?  I guess because I realize that people make a lot of decisions about others by the condition of their surroundings.  I think I want them to say, "She is shockingly tidy and organized for a squiggle,"  instead of, "Just the mess I'd expect from a squiggle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have to set someone straight recently by admitting I was a squiggle and not consumed with details.  I explained that if he were to keep pointing out my squiggly short comings that we wouldn't get near as much accomplished or have near as much fun.  I ended by asking that he not point out my every imperfection but just grin and accept that in me.  He grinned and seemed to get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit that I lied about my squiggliness recently.  I asked a person to please clean up a mess they had made in my area because I was a very neat person and required them to be neat as well.  I then apologized for being untruthful but explained that I was really trying and could use all the help I could get.   Again I was relieved to get such an understanding reception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that is helping me is to remember to set small goals, remember I don't have to get everything done this minute, and that it is this very lack of love for details that makes me uniquely ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-3469436849384012729?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/3469436849384012729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=3469436849384012729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3469436849384012729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3469436849384012729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-here-it-is.html' title='Okay, Here It Is'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-1588724145362374364</id><published>2009-09-25T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:46:48.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a Squiggle</title><content type='html'>Coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-1588724145362374364?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/1588724145362374364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=1588724145362374364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1588724145362374364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1588724145362374364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-as-squiggle.html' title='Life as a Squiggle'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-2488480943472704346</id><published>2009-09-25T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:46:09.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Blogging</title><content type='html'>You know there is just something nice about being heard.  I realized that I have several friends that really don't listen.  When someone tells me something I remember it and most of the details.  At times people are shocked to find out that I remember some incidental thing they said ages ago.  I have come to the conclusion that perhaps talking less is really better.  A few years ago I decided to talk less.  I know I've always been an attention seeker and wanted out of that role so I decided talking less would help.  It did.  I now see and hear more than ever AND people tell me secrets!  Somehow I am now trustworthy enough to know secrets.  Guess what?  I'm good at keeping secrets and not telling.  Someone once told me that a secret is power and it is true.  Once you are allowed to start telling it the power starts fading away.  Honestly, at times I have to try really really hard to care what some folks are talking about but I try to cultivate an interest because I care or do I just want to seem as I care?  I hope I'm not like the person who always asks about my weekend but I know could care less and just doesn't know what else to say to me. Yuck!  Let's find something real to discuss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what was the point of this blog?  Between stopping to take pies out of the oven and a pumpkin in I've lost my focus(if I really ever had one).  Well anyway it does feel good to be heard and blogging fills that need even if no one is reading.  Are you out there?  Oh crud!  How was your weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-2488480943472704346?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/2488480943472704346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=2488480943472704346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/2488480943472704346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/2488480943472704346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-blogging.html' title='I Miss Blogging'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-5231942152939303416</id><published>2009-07-29T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:17:14.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Digital Citizenship Faux Pas?</title><content type='html'>I just wrote a blog response on my sister's blog that should have really been a blog post of its own on my blog! I will paste it below for your reading pleasure. Is it rude, or using poor manners to enter a blog response of great length on someone else's blog? There is a good question for Digital Citizenship Police? Is there an Emily Post of the computer world? If not there is a job for someone! Until then I'll just act ignorant(act?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my sister bogged about the yahoo Article declaring the death of the Ipod when she just recently got won herself. She also wrote about the never ending race to keep up with technology. I'm sure we all know that feeling or we wouldn't be participating in this summer program. So here is my response to her posting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crud, I was just considering an Ipod myself. I have never before because I just love free FM radio and yes, I even love the DJ"s and advertisements. I like a variety of forms of music but do not like to learn the names of artists or the names of songs for that matter. I mainly like something that has a shoulder dancing beat, a catchy tune or some collection of words that I feel connected to somehow. I haven't really needed an Ipod but was considering it anyway. Recently I went on a short bus trip with a majority of seniors who were listening to their Ipods. I felt perhaps the time was right for me. I am cheap and terribly practical so I just kept thinking I'd get a multi-purpose tool with a built in music device when I got my next cell phone. So now I've decided for sure. I will not invest in a personal music downloading system now. I will wait and am anxious to see how much better it will be than an Ipod when I purchase my next 4G, 5G,or 6G cellphone, information system, camera, music device and toilet cleaner all in one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-5231942152939303416?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/5231942152939303416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=5231942152939303416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/5231942152939303416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/5231942152939303416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/digital-citizenship-faux-pas.html' title='A Digital Citizenship Faux Pas?'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-5352897714510515646</id><published>2009-07-26T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:43:22.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Post 11.5</title><content type='html'>The strongest impact came from the opening video.  I think others will agree from what I gleaned from their posts.  The obvious shift from teacher to  facilitator was so shocking to see and hear.  It was like another big shake up is just around the corner and with it the fear of, "Will I be ready?"  Like others I feel unprepared but this summer's work is another step in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this summer's project to be quite manageable in amount of tasks and time required to complete each.  The biggest disappointment was probably the lack of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;inter-blog &lt;/span&gt;communication.  I tried to visit other blogs and leave comments on a somewhat regular basis but was left empty by the lack of responses or feedback from others.  I did love the interaction with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt; and daughter.  I suggested that perhaps the returning students be required to blog a new student &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; they were blogging to keep them encouraged.  I liked that the captains responded to posts and offered suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with last year I loved the image generators and suspect I will use them in my class.  I'm excited to prepare &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GoView&lt;/span&gt; lessons to hand over to our Tech teacher.  I hope I use &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;voicethread&lt;/span&gt; as uploads to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;web page&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;announcements&lt;/span&gt; and such.  I think it would be fun for the kids to prepare their own for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;open house&lt;/span&gt; or parent night.   Same can be said for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Animoto&lt;/span&gt;.  I plan to show students the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Animoto&lt;/span&gt; for their own uses, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teachertube&lt;/span&gt; are already resources that I use and will continue to use, but doubt I will actually upload anything unless I really impress myself!  I don't plan to twitter unless someone tells me I have to, although I can see the point and purpose for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; but for my private use only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I know about Second Life and may even suggest students visit it at home but I'm not quite ready to use this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;instructionally&lt;/span&gt;.  It is amazing to see that it is out there and that it functions so smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Digital Citizenship, it seems to be a constant concern.  I think it will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; to see where it goes in my district and others, as well.  I enjoyed Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ribbles&lt;/span&gt; ideas and it helped me solidify some of my own ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer has been just what I needed to add new technology to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;repertoire&lt;/span&gt;.  I can't wait to see what next year has in store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-5352897714510515646?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/5352897714510515646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=5352897714510515646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/5352897714510515646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/5352897714510515646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/final-post-115.html' title='Final Post 11.5'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-4226906661369021086</id><published>2009-07-25T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:18:56.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Citizenship #10,000</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you read Fooling With Words, but you should. The creator has such a way with words that it makes me feel like a 5th grade writer instead of teacher(not writing thank goodness). I'm not just saying that because she's my sister. But today when I responded to her blog I became aware of more of my own thoughts on Digital Citizenship so I copied my comment to her below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never find you to be boring. I loved the comparison of banned computer use to taking away the textbook. I agree that technology is a fundamental of education, not a privilege. Yes, I think this might be an avenue for more character education. Being who I am, I'm tempted to say that what you do online at home and school can be 2 different things! What is acceptable in one place is not acceptable in another. I noticed a sign at the post office store that said please hang up your cell phone when you are being served. Again, do we really need to be told or reminded of etiquette and good manners. Obviously, we do. There are so many things in education that I think we really shouldn't have to teach. Kids should know these things from home. Someone should have already taught them. But, no they have not. So just like Digital Conduct we will have to go ahead and teach what seems obvious and hope some of them will believe it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's be sure to teach Digital Citizenship along with lessons on attentive listening, cooperative skills, hand washing, accepting no for an answer and using appropriate volume inside the classroom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-4226906661369021086?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/4226906661369021086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=4226906661369021086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4226906661369021086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4226906661369021086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/digital-citizenship-10000.html' title='Digital Citizenship #10,000'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-8528842034207571735</id><published>2009-07-25T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T07:49:00.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on Creating, Just for Fun</title><content type='html'>Before I finish for the summer I decided to do a few more things, again.  Yesterday I did the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bookr&lt;/span&gt; you see here in the side bar, that is cut off.  When  I moved it to the big column, still cut off.  The frustrations of technology never completely disappear.  I think I'll also do another lesson on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GoView&lt;/span&gt; so I don't forget how easy and useful it is.  I think it is one of the tools researched that I'll probably use.  I just still haven't found a use for Second World, really.  I could pull some strings that tie it to my curriculum but honestly I don't think I'll &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incorporate&lt;/span&gt; it.  Which tools studied do you think you are most likely to use?  Which least likely?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-8528842034207571735?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/8528842034207571735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=8528842034207571735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8528842034207571735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8528842034207571735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-on-creating-just-for-fun.html' title='Keep on Creating, Just for Fun'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-7548644476743278840</id><published>2009-07-23T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:07:30.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Life 4, Out of This World</title><content type='html'>Today I visited the Domed Planetarium in Second Life and was quite impressed. It was easy to navigate, quiet, and actually could be quite educational. Once teleported to the planetarium, I walked on a catwalk type fixture to a huge glass dome where when panned around could see the planets all revolving the sun and rotating, from Earth's point of view. From a monitor I could choose other numbered NASA shows. I think the next one I saw was a closeup of the surface of the moon. Again fun and interesting. When I pulled my view outside the planetarium it reminded me that I was in a planetarium not in space or on a space station. Very fun. It also gave clear rules when entering this showcase so there was no question of the proper digital citizenship. I will continue to investigate Second Life as time permits and ponder ways to use it as an educational tool with meaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-7548644476743278840?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/7548644476743278840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=7548644476743278840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7548644476743278840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7548644476743278840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-life-4-out-of-this-world.html' title='Second Life 4, Out of This World'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-3455890039060605822</id><published>2009-07-22T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T17:12:20.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Citizenship 3, Bridging the Divide</title><content type='html'>Today I looked at the Digiteen Project for education of digital citizenship. I clicked on last years project and was delighted to find something new and different. The following partial list comes from the 5 steps of last years project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Possible solutions to the problems that have emerged.&lt;br /&gt;•Making more girl friendly Internet and computer games.&lt;br /&gt;•Making yourselves and people of different ages aware of digital citizenship in order to help them access technology.&lt;br /&gt;•When making donations also consider the charities that try to bridge the 'digital divide'.&lt;br /&gt;5. Guideline(s) or rule(s) for teenager(s).&lt;br /&gt;•Don't exclude anybody surrounding you from using digital technology.&lt;br /&gt;•Break the digital divide and help people from different ages to access digital technology.&lt;br /&gt;•Make sure that you don't spend too much time on digital technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the idea of helping others across the digital divide.  It is stressed in both points 4 and 5 above.  I know that as a staff we are constantly helping each other get across these technological gaps.  I know that my dad needs help in some areas, young students in others.  Today my sister told me that a boy working in the Apple Store showed her the bar to increase or decrease image size!  We all have our own gaps and also bridges for someone else.  It is important to take time to help or inspire others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program also stresses and teaches that there is a such thing as too much technology and that is an addiction.  I think kids know this but probably need to be reminded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked what I read and saw here.  Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digiteen.wikispaces.com/Digital+Access"&gt;http://digiteen.wikispaces.com/Digital+Access&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-3455890039060605822?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/3455890039060605822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=3455890039060605822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3455890039060605822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3455890039060605822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/digital-citizenship-3-bridging-divide.html' title='Digital Citizenship 3, Bridging the Divide'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-5725711105460512454</id><published>2009-07-21T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:12:04.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Citizenship 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SmYS-lkTlyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/L5X6DV-FdzU/s1600-h/a-mouth-talking_www-txt2pic-com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360993272876734242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SmYS-lkTlyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/L5X6DV-FdzU/s320/a-mouth-talking_www-txt2pic-com.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Digital Citizenship 2, takes a look at a 4 Phase Model of Teaching Digital Citizenship by Mike S. Ribble, http://www.educ.ksu.edu/digitalcitizenship/DCReflect.pdf. The 4 phase model really incorporates more like 8 steps but is cyclical and easy to follow and understand. I do believe we must teach the objectives in his article but wonder how we actually get kids to feel and believe these ideas of citizenship. He suggests lesson ideas for each step but I still think kids might not buy into this self imposed regulation of technology. As for myself, every time I enter a new online setting I am keenly aware of the need to act right, in accordance with accepted behaviors. My biggest fear in Second Life was that someone was going to tell me to get lost, not speak with them, that I owed them money, or that I had broken some written or unwritten rule or law. I know we must do our part as educators to present the concepts, monitor compliance, and apply consequences. BUT in the world of ,”My mom couldn’t sign my folder because she was on Facebook all night,” I’m not sure the kids or their support system will reinforce these as we might hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-5725711105460512454?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/5725711105460512454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=5725711105460512454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/5725711105460512454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/5725711105460512454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/digital-citizenship-2.html' title='Digital Citizenship 2'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SmYS-lkTlyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/L5X6DV-FdzU/s72-c/a-mouth-talking_www-txt2pic-com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-6624044948321546320</id><published>2009-07-20T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:15:54.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Citizens</title><content type='html'>Who thinks of these things? Librarians, for sure. Such detail people. In the world of Digital Citizenship, I started with the post by the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coolcat&lt;/span&gt; Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coolcatteacher.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-should-be-done-about-digital.html"&gt;http://coolcatteacher.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-should-be-done-about-digital.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved her 4 square model including a quadrant for Literacy, Safety, Learning Strategies and Etiquette. Then ensued the debate about teaching credible sources or ignoring the topic. I liked the quote from David &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Warlick&lt;/span&gt; where he suggests, not starting your lesson at the whiteboard &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;web page&lt;/span&gt; but with the Google search and going through the process you used to find good, reliable sources for class. I thought that would be a quick easy way to teach the process in an ongoing, practical style. I agree there is a need, for so many students take everything they read online as gospel. Keep tuned in for my growing thoughts, as I read more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;articles&lt;/span&gt; on the topic of Digital Citizenship&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-6624044948321546320?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/6624044948321546320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=6624044948321546320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6624044948321546320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6624044948321546320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/digital-citizens.html' title='Digital Citizens'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-81235747777492689</id><published>2009-07-19T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:19:16.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Life, No, Third</title><content type='html'>I have ventured into Second Life. I went to the moon. The trip was much faster and smoother than I imagined. The first thing I noticed was that to leave the ship I had to buy a suit. Do you really have to pay real money? Then it ask me to touch something to get an HUD for viewing. It was very hard for me to move my arm. I finally got it by accident. I took a big step for mankind by initiating conversation with Silent Jules and should have realized that he wouldn't answer. Crystal did answer though. We said a few random things. I told her I was there for a class I was taking and she said, "Cool." I looked around but still felt unsure about obtaining inventory items and buying stuff. I can see I still have much to learn. It says you can also build your own slur, whatever that means. I'm not ready to give up just yet. As long as I'm not on the tennis courts, where I want to be I'll just keep peeking into Second Life. Oh yeah, I saw a girl who actually designed her own image with a wide rear. Now that is just too honest for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-81235747777492689?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/81235747777492689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=81235747777492689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/81235747777492689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/81235747777492689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-life-no-third.html' title='Second Life, No, Third'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-4003614168781748090</id><published>2009-07-18T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:02:34.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote to Share</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm not a worldly or wordy person. I rarely remember anything or remember where I heard it or who said it, for that matter. I don't know when or where to place commas, colons, dashes and not the dreaded semicolon(should that be hyphenated?). But occasionally I hear something that strikes true and I want to remember it and so I will share the words I heard paraphrased, of course. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is their free will? Free will is the choice to move toward or away from your purpose. &lt;/span&gt;I like that. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This came from the movie, The Answerman.  Watch the trailer for the movie at the link below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNmq7tPxkPg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNmq7tPxkPg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-4003614168781748090?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/4003614168781748090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=4003614168781748090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4003614168781748090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4003614168781748090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-to-share.html' title='A Quote to Share'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-6880543947405917363</id><published>2009-07-16T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:31:53.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Learned From the Sickbed</title><content type='html'>Silence is noisy!  The breathing of the nearby sleeping dog, the purr of the air conditioner, the hum of the fan, the clicking on of the pool pump, the distance whirring of cars.  All of these disrupted my peace while sick.  Surprisingly, I could never hear the TV in the other room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is an attentive caregiver.  He can get drinks, medication, adjust the thermostat, suggest many things I would never want, all in the hopes of making me well.  He can buy himself watermelons and plums in my absence.  He can be satisfied with self made a lunch meat and homegrown tomato sandwich for dinner.    He cannot although load the dishwasher, run a load of wash, or remember to take the dry cleaning.  I found out that he is happy to drive into town and buy a grilled cheeses sandwich for me but not make one himself.  So needless to say after 29 years of marriage he has had a lesson in grilled cheeses making and dish washer loading.  He was an attentive student but I doubt he will put these new skills into practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor is aging faster than I am.  When we started going to Dougy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Houser&lt;/span&gt; about 10 years ago he looked like he was 12.  He is a man that keeps visible stress in his life to a minimum.  He only works Monday -Thursday, accepts no new patients, never has more than he can handle in his waiting room,  never hurries through a visit.  Now from my standpoint this is a man who has carefully made decisions about how he wants to work and live.  But for the first time I have noticed he has aged.  He now looks the 40 that he probably is and admits he too takes lots of ibuprofen.  Now I have to wonder...does he have teenage children?  aging parents?  I was happy to see a really snazzy jazzy sports car of some type in the lot and hope it is his passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to hear the phone ring even if you are too sick to talk.  So if or when I'm sick again keep calling.  It makes me feel good and keeps James busy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;marraige&lt;/span&gt; should be marriage.  Did I know this?  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Geesh&lt;/span&gt; that is scary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-6880543947405917363?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/6880543947405917363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=6880543947405917363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6880543947405917363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6880543947405917363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-learned-from-sickbed.html' title='Things Learned From the Sickbed'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-8932839020196162825</id><published>2009-07-09T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:44:00.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Life, Revisited</title><content type='html'>I was so thrilled to have 5 responses that I vowed to try 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Life again.  I logged on, down loaded the program, and went through the 9 slide tutorial.  I had a ball changing my avatar to try to make it really look like me.  I was also getting pretty good at flying.  Being techno shy I didn't talk to anyone although someone gave me a landmark that I discarded(whatever that means)  By this time I had been on well over an hour.  I used search to find something new but wasn't very good at this.  I found somethings I thought might be good for school such as the recommended tornado and tsunami but when I click the button to take me there nothing happened.  Should this happen quickly?  Maybe I was impatient and should have waited longer.  I will try again tomorrow.  I must admit that I see that this could be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;entertaining&lt;/span&gt; possibly educational.  Uncle. Uncle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-8932839020196162825?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/8932839020196162825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=8932839020196162825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8932839020196162825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8932839020196162825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/2nd-life-revisited.html' title='2nd Life, Revisited'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-8739436478961643367</id><published>2009-07-08T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:32:51.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Life, One Too Many?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SlVIuqgr8sI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uMSSnyg-mVc/s1600-h/cave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356267298349642434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SlVIuqgr8sI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uMSSnyg-mVc/s320/cave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second Life is really kooky. I can see the appeal but am not sure if I want to do this. I began my avatar and looking at the possible communities. I became aware that it is easy to join an international community so one could gain knowledge about foreign languages, ways of life, geography, .... I also saw topic related sites such as music, art, and business. My son told me some horror stories of people getting totally obsessed with their virtual worlds and spending all their time and money in their Second Life. I could see how this could easily happen. I got put off when my pop up blocker stopped me from down loading their program. When it ask if I trusted the site, the contents, I felt skeptical, unsure. It is kind of like scuba diving in a cave when you have never dived or cave explored before. I'm sure it will look more friendly in the light of day. Any words of encouragement out there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-8739436478961643367?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/8739436478961643367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=8739436478961643367' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8739436478961643367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8739436478961643367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-life-one-too-many.html' title='Second Life, One Too Many?'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SlVIuqgr8sI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uMSSnyg-mVc/s72-c/cave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-6539513828697912694</id><published>2009-07-07T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:56:11.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slidesharing, Let Me See...</title><content type='html'>Let me see if I have this correct.  If I wanted to use someone's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;PowerPoint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;presentation&lt;/span&gt; that was create in something other than Microsoft &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;PowerPoint&lt;/span&gt; I might need to translate it into the correct language so that it could be seen on my computer?  And if this were the case I would use one of the slide sharing sites listed on this task?  I really think that if this is the case I'd just make my own or do something else or get someone to do this for me if I thought this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;slide show&lt;/span&gt; was the end all.  I think I get the concept.  I realize the online tools exists out there.  I could find and use them if need be.  Is this enough?  I hope so because I'm moving on to something more pertinent and fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-6539513828697912694?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/6539513828697912694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=6539513828697912694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6539513828697912694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6539513828697912694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/slidesharing-let-me-see.html' title='Slidesharing, Let Me See...'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-6888274064481332738</id><published>2009-07-07T06:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:38:58.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edit on GoView</title><content type='html'>I have made my 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GoView&lt;/span&gt; lesson, &lt;strong&gt;Using &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Microsoft&lt;/span&gt; 2007 to Create a Science Fair Graph&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;It was much smoother this time and I found and used the edit button.  The edit allows you to add a title and to split and delete &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; parts of your lesson.  I got stuck on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;production&lt;/span&gt; and couldn't get back to the graph design page and had about 30 seconds on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DAH&lt;/span&gt;! time in my lesson.  I used the split and delete button to easily remove this awkward silence from my lesson.  I love this program!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-6888274064481332738?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/6888274064481332738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=6888274064481332738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6888274064481332738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6888274064481332738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/edit-on-goview.html' title='Edit on GoView'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-4712076716283428132</id><published>2009-07-07T06:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:33:32.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-4712076716283428132?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/4712076716283428132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=4712076716283428132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4712076716283428132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/4712076716283428132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-440384657949283445</id><published>2009-07-03T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:30:11.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/Sk4V6pagZOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/l9XoBWcz8NY/s1600-h/pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354241104283722978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/Sk4V6pagZOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/l9XoBWcz8NY/s320/pie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished summer school yesterday and find myself thinking, "What now?". What do I want to accomplish this summer? What skill do I want to acquire, what knowledge? Do I want to try something new or perfect something old like playing guitar or baking pies or sew or paint? I noticed in the Electric Coop magazine a holiday baking contest that must include peanuts in the recipe. I love a competition, I love eating, I love peanuts but think I have an allergy to them. In the name of a contest I could probably ingest a few here and there. I like the idea of the contest but hate the idea of having to read the rules! I also noticed an article on pies, the making of crusts, and recipes following. Perhaps this could be the summer of pies. Now remember the basic fear of staying home in the summer is that I might gain weight. I have learned how to cook for others without eating too much myself, but poor James might weigh 500 by the end of pie summer. Now moving away from food. I told Becky that I would like to try to learn something that was hard or difficult. It urges me to get out the college Algebra book. Most summers between baking cakes and practicing Mel Bay Book A and B, I work on Algebra problems. Maybe this summer I should set a goal. Maybe I should plan to finish the book. Maybe I should find technology sites to help me! Maybe I should leave the book in the drawer and do something else. I know you are thinking why not do volunteer work, help someone in need, take the focus off myself. There is the crazy plant lady who has a house completely surrounded by plants and various yard sundries. Perhaps an hour of my time each morning could her her win the battle of the plant invasions. Would she welcome my help? Would she shoot me if I entered her property? She might not welcome my help but all her neighbors with the "for sale" signs in their yards surely would. How about home improvement projects? Where would I begin? Door stops? Paint? Cleaning? Caulk removal and reapplication? Carpet cleaning or just replacement? Yard work? Honestly, I'm just not that into home things this summer. The law of home improvements says, "Stay away from home and you won't notice the things that need fixing so much!" One thing I must include is laughing and fun. I want my Sunday school girls to come over. I want to get together with girls I teach with so we can have fun away from school. I want to take time to play plenty of games. Now if you are going to respond with advice keep in mind that these are just rhetorical questions, just mind ponderings from morning coffee and that although I want your responses that no advice or direction is really needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-440384657949283445?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/440384657949283445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=440384657949283445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/440384657949283445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/440384657949283445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-now.html' title='What Now?'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/Sk4V6pagZOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/l9XoBWcz8NY/s72-c/pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-9051972539865703066</id><published>2009-07-01T19:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:59:29.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter Me Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SkwiTl-N6gI/AAAAAAAAAGU/b1YbP0oxnK8/s1600-h/spy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353691777042606594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SkwiTl-N6gI/AAAAAAAAAGU/b1YbP0oxnK8/s320/spy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have deleted my twitter account and found it to be ho-hum. It is almost like blogging without any response!  Only some creepy people that I never knew wanted to be my twitter followers. What do they want? What are they looking for? Well they'll get nothing from me! I'm deleted, that will show them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-9051972539865703066?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/9051972539865703066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=9051972539865703066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/9051972539865703066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/9051972539865703066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/07/twitter-me-not.html' title='Twitter Me Not'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SkwiTl-N6gI/AAAAAAAAAGU/b1YbP0oxnK8/s72-c/spy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-9193832203955921037</id><published>2009-06-30T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:56:41.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easier Than I Dreamed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SkrQWcYIiwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/u4Cma6blP_0/s1600-h/DSC02757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353320191076371202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SkrQWcYIiwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/u4Cma6blP_0/s320/DSC02757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ViewGo is so easy. I know my first lesson is very rough but I'm just so amazed at the ease of the whole operation. I'm going to redo the lesson with more clarity and detail but in about 5 minutes, off the cuff, look what I did. Me, who know nuttin about nuttin! I can't wait to use it again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This image has nuttin to do with the post other than this is what else I've been doing in my spare time. Thanks to Becky for painting the frame, Gay for an entertaining trip to Joann's, and James for saying it was pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-9193832203955921037?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/9193832203955921037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=9193832203955921037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/9193832203955921037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/9193832203955921037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/easier-than-i-dreamed.html' title='Easier Than I Dreamed'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SkrQWcYIiwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/u4Cma6blP_0/s72-c/DSC02757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-1551639297333808829</id><published>2009-06-30T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:33:29.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Bursts</title><content type='html'>While monitoring the test my mind was racing.  Of course I couldn't actually write anything down but my memory did a decent job.  I decided I would create a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Voki&lt;/span&gt; character to be the class mascot this year and he could introduce new learning objectives as well as special announcements such as projects, parties and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;field trips&lt;/span&gt;.  I could update him on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;web page&lt;/span&gt; as well.  Just a fun way to use technology to grab student interest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-1551639297333808829?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/1551639297333808829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=1551639297333808829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1551639297333808829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1551639297333808829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/creative-bursts.html' title='Creative Bursts'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-6417168827847809668</id><published>2009-06-29T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:34:31.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SkkW6CMakqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/CFvUKKJQANg/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352834818383712930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SkkW6CMakqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/CFvUKKJQANg/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/07030444478673444985" rel="nofollow"&gt;LauraAnn&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on a ditty to send your way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A token of mirth and good cheer;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nothing rhymes with technology, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't have a thesaurus near!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have to close without a point,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here's a thought about innovation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are pretty serious musings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For girls on their summer vacation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW GO OUT AND HAVE SOME FUN!&lt;br /&gt;June 29, 2009 11:11 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-6417168827847809668?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/6417168827847809668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=6417168827847809668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6417168827847809668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6417168827847809668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/lauraann-said.html' title=''/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SkkW6CMakqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/CFvUKKJQANg/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-8704592644635688031</id><published>2009-06-29T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:35:51.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan In Real Life!  JOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi1621098777/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi1621098777/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a joy!  Yesterday evening I was browsing the thousands of  Dish channels and happened on this movie &lt;strong&gt;Dan In Real Life&lt;/strong&gt;.  I had seen listings for it before but had never been interested.  It was just the movie I was needing.  Dan, a widowed father of the 3 daughters, college age, high school, and elementary age is spending the holidays with his family.  Need I say more?  He is an advice columnist.  Check out the Ruthy the pig scene link above.  Obviously this is going under movies and joys of the summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-8704592644635688031?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/8704592644635688031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=8704592644635688031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8704592644635688031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/8704592644635688031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/dan-in-real-life-joy.html' title='Dan In Real Life!  JOY'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-3198012251701324332</id><published>2009-06-29T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:27:21.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan In Real Life!http://http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi1621098777/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-3198012251701324332?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/3198012251701324332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=3198012251701324332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3198012251701324332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3198012251701324332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/dan-in-real-lifehttphttpwwwimdbcomvideo.html' title='Dan In Real Life!http://http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi1621098777/'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-3724279704037882108</id><published>2009-06-27T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:44:43.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Resources 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://http//www.pbs.org/video/video/1098873031"&gt;http://http://www.pbs.org/video/video/1098873031&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Time Team Video from Roanoke Island, North Carolina is really intriguing. I think I might like to show a few minutes of it each day when we are covering the disappearance of the early settlement in 5th grade American History ( if I teach it this year), It would also be good for scientific research and archeology, since I'm sure I'll be doing science. I looked at many rocketry, earthquake and volcano clips from various sources which the students and teacher equally enjoy. I use video clips of less than 3 minutes nearly everyday in class. I can introduce, review, reinforce or just astonish the students with video. I usually use United Streaming since it is most easily accessed from school. Again the resources are abounding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-3724279704037882108?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/3724279704037882108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=3724279704037882108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3724279704037882108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3724279704037882108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/video-resources-2.html' title='Video Resources 2'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-6071608361284704673</id><published>2009-06-27T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:20:57.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Chipperness?</title><content type='html'>,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SkZ-V8ykJsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DFbMpG9_AmE/s1600-h/flea+cirsus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352104122736977602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SkZ-V8ykJsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DFbMpG9_AmE/s200/flea+cirsus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been brought to my attention that my posts are lacking the chipper quality I usually include. I would like to deny that, but now pointed out, I cannot. You know I added the Great Joys and Disappointments sections to my blog because the Library 2 tasks have just not been very fun lately. I feel that the Great Disappointments show that I'm trying things that I haven't before and consider that to be great even if I am left unfulfilled. It is great to try the egg salad even if you find it bland lacking need spice. I tried Spider Man 3 even though I found it juvenile and too simplistic. I think that I'm trying new things to be good even if I get disappointed in the result. I was even think of adding a section about books I'm reading, movies I've watched and fun facts that I've learned. Did you know that there are really flea circuses and the best fleas come from Russia? Did you know that the sun makes a very slow revolution around the perimeter of the Milky Way and has made this journey only 18 times in its lifetime? Huh, Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to think more on the chipperness issue for I hate to disappoint my followers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-6071608361284704673?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/6071608361284704673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=6071608361284704673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6071608361284704673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6071608361284704673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-chipperness.html' title='Got Chipperness?'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SkZ-V8ykJsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DFbMpG9_AmE/s72-c/flea+cirsus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-7538630559428070986</id><published>2009-06-26T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:56:10.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Law and Ethics of Borrowing Video 101</title><content type='html'>So let's see if I got the main idea here.  Use as little of the video resource as you can, give credit to the creator, and hope like crazy that you don't get the take down notice.  If I got a take down notice I would be really scared.  I don't like brushes with the law in any area!  Now that I'm totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gun shy&lt;/span&gt; let's see which resources I feel confident using.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-7538630559428070986?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/7538630559428070986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=7538630559428070986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7538630559428070986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7538630559428070986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/law-and-ethics-of-borrowing-video-101.html' title='Law and Ethics of Borrowing Video 101'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-5006674952256535640</id><published>2009-06-26T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:37:22.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ad That Caught My Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SkWFsWVmXdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4Y6tS4BfXxQ/s1600-h/shredded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351830729156615634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SkWFsWVmXdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4Y6tS4BfXxQ/s200/shredded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning on TV I heard a slogan I liked. It said, "We've put the NO in innovation." It turns out they were talking about good ol' Shredded Wheat. But that is the very way I sometime feel about technology. I just want to stop the wheels of technology from turning until I get caught up. No new programs, gadgets, or tools until I figure these out. I know that will never happen so I'll just keep rowing upstream without a paddle knowing that the picnic lunch is just a couple of impossible short strokes away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-5006674952256535640?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/5006674952256535640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=5006674952256535640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/5006674952256535640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/5006674952256535640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/ad-that-caught-my-eye.html' title='An Ad That Caught My Eye'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJNoJf30RZ4/SkWFsWVmXdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4Y6tS4BfXxQ/s72-c/shredded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-6266536151883861976</id><published>2009-06-25T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:01:17.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud Computing Iapps</title><content type='html'>I'll have to stop by the Apple Store to play with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; device because I don't have my own and I'm a reluctant borrower.  I might add that I'm also a weak favor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;asker&lt;/span&gt;.  But back to the subject.  I enjoyed the video interview with the many computer experts on Cloud Computing.  I think the only female interviewed did the best job of explaining that cloud computing means accessing applications from the "cloud" and only using you computer as a tool to access that program.  I like that idea.  It is easy to see that as the wave of the future, as explained in the video, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; is accessed much like other utilities.  I'll update this task after I have my hands on experience.  I know from viewing my sister's IPhone that I'd better bring my glasses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; the application icons are very small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-6266536151883861976?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/6266536151883861976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=6266536151883861976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6266536151883861976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6266536151883861976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/cloud-computing-iapps.html' title='Cloud Computing Iapps'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-7652517441100880969</id><published>2009-06-25T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:26:15.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twitter, two</title><content type='html'>I have just entered my 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; twitter comment and have made a great new game of it.  I find trying to use just exactly the 140 characters per post is really a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;.  It lacks the score keeping and chicken noise of Fowl Words but it does served a purpose.  I know it is not the purpose for which it was intended but I fail to see much of its true point.  So for now just count me as, twitter me not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-7652517441100880969?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/7652517441100880969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=7652517441100880969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7652517441100880969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/7652517441100880969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/twitter-two.html' title='twitter, two'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-6046406222705453764</id><published>2009-06-23T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:57:30.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Task 6 Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I've twittered.  Not impressed.  I posted a few things, checked on the twitter of a local news anchor, and even invited my daughter and sister to my twitter.  I guess I'll check back for their responses later.  All in all I was not excited.  Perhaps if I update my life with my phone!  I'll try it tomorrow and see if that changes my mind.  Something like...getting my oil changed or perhaps...sitting at a red light.  Now that should be exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-6046406222705453764?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/6046406222705453764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=6046406222705453764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6046406222705453764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/6046406222705453764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/task-6-twitter.html' title='Task 6 Twitter'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-9187509041325150328</id><published>2009-06-22T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:11:36.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uploading to YouTube #3</title><content type='html'>I have now finished my educational short film for You Tube.  I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attempt&lt;/span&gt; in a moment to follow the instruction given in the video.  Knowing me, this will take all night and I'll finally give up but who knows?  I may shock us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-9187509041325150328?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/9187509041325150328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=9187509041325150328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/9187509041325150328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/9187509041325150328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/uploading-to-youtube-3.html' title='Uploading to YouTube #3'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-1944712180894955599</id><published>2009-06-21T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:04:48.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uploading to YouTube #2</title><content type='html'>I working on an educational piece to upload to YouTube.  I'm collecting pictures and photos and then I'll put it all together.  I know you can hardly wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-1944712180894955599?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/1944712180894955599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=1944712180894955599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1944712180894955599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1944712180894955599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/uploading-to-youtube-2.html' title='Uploading to YouTube #2'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-1010628613372884239</id><published>2009-06-20T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:25:45.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uploading to YouTube?</title><content type='html'>I'm way in over my head here!  I don't think I have anything that anyone in the whole world would want to see.  Or how about one of my children?  They would see I had posted something out there for the world to see.  My youngest, now 23 still tells the world I was normal until I became a teacher.  He might be further scarred to find out that I put a video on You Tube.  You know, I just really don't want to but....I saw where it said to try an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Animoto&lt;/span&gt; Video.  I thought well I could make an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Animoto&lt;/span&gt; Video about states of matter.  Well the video is awful, would not only embarrass my kids but would humiliate myself!  I am just tempted to read the instructions but skip the actual activity.  I think the world will just be a better place without my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;input&lt;/span&gt;.  I feel I just have nothing to contribute to YouTube.  I have been under the weather this weekend, perhaps that is my problem.  Maybe tomorrow in the light of a new day I will have a different feeling.  Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-1010628613372884239?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/1010628613372884239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=1010628613372884239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1010628613372884239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/1010628613372884239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/uploading-to-youtube.html' title='Uploading to YouTube?'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-965617354273423339</id><published>2009-06-19T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T06:41:34.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Task 3, Skype</title><content type='html'>I am just getting started with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but want to make a few notes early on. Session 1 I just read about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. First impressions- I don't even know anybody living abroad(yet), is this the technology we use to do our live videoconferencing with the Fort worth Museum of Science and our sister school? Second impressions after reading on- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I could meet someone abroad such as another teacher living in a place we are studying. And yes this is probably the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;technology&lt;/span&gt; that lets live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;videoconferencing&lt;/span&gt; take place, although I have never had to set up the actual equipment. At this point I can see coordinating such an effort but can't I call the techies to execute it for me? Third impression- I loved this post.&lt;a href="http://davidwarlick.com/2cents/?p=1705"&gt;10 Disruptions that could transform your class&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://davidwarlick.com/2cents/"&gt;2 cents worth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't read then please do. I love it when someone can make gadgetry and technology seem cost effective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-965617354273423339?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/965617354273423339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=965617354273423339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/965617354273423339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/965617354273423339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/taks3-skype.html' title='Task 3, Skype'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-3027376549828329398</id><published>2009-06-17T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:08:10.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://voicethread.com/share/540949/"&gt;http://voicethread.com/share/540949/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the VoiceThread.  I think it could incredibly useful in teaching although this link is just for fun.  Hope you enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-3027376549828329398?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/3027376549828329398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=3027376549828329398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3027376549828329398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/3027376549828329398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpvoicethread.html' title=''/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-5251380321979542680</id><published>2009-06-17T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:50:07.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cody's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/4a3948eeca694a37/46928cc5142183e3/d7cba228/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209144910216774487-5251380321979542680?l=frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/feeds/5251380321979542680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209144910216774487&amp;postID=5251380321979542680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/5251380321979542680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209144910216774487/posts/default/5251380321979542680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogntoad-nancym.blogspot.com/2009/06/cody-birthday.html' title='Cody&amp;#39;s Birthday'/><author><name>nancym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536221215094768903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209144910216774487.post-7637562441264744160</id><published>2009-06-16T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:59:54.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Task 2, Job 3 or 4, Who Knows? Video Threads</title><content type='html'>I loved the Video Threading it is so easy to use.  I wonder though can it really do anything we can't do with a Smart Board?  Is it that it allows outside comment?  If so that is where I have my problem.  I want to make such clever projects but I don't really want comments from outsiders.  I also don't want my picture showing up in some place such as in Korea or whatever.  I kept my voice thread project private but I do want to share only with my loved one.  As for teaching applications the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt; are endless.  Has it dawned on anyone else that the day of the overhead and document camera is numbered?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;daaaaah&lt;/span&gt;!  How easy to voice and doodle your way through lecture 1 and then hit replay for the rest of the day!   No, that is just too easy.  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