<?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-6490781</id><updated>2011-08-01T14:35:30.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a girl - a very random girl...</title><subtitle type='html'>rantings, ravings and general thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>313</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-5490439094573978988</id><published>2010-07-23T23:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:39:20.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow....  I suck.</title><content type='html'>I've really sucked it up at the blogging thing lately, huh?   Maybe I'll try again.   Think I'll have anything worth reading to say?  Perhaps.  Think anyone will actually read?  Probably not.   We'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-5490439094573978988?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/5490439094573978988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=5490439094573978988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/5490439094573978988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/5490439094573978988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2010/07/wow-i-suck.html' title='Wow....  I suck.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-8803646168136513</id><published>2008-03-27T17:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T17:36:41.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Schnikees!</title><content type='html'>It's been almost two years.   Am I a blog-writing loser, or what? Geez!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Haven't killed any middle school students, so I still have my job.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;-Married!  Tim and I were married on 07/07/07 along with 45 million other people.  I TOTALLY think that I was the first one to choose that date, though!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those are the highlights.   I'll try to do better........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-8803646168136513?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/8803646168136513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=8803646168136513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/8803646168136513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/8803646168136513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2008/03/holy-schnikees.html' title='Holy Schnikees!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-115463987571068935</id><published>2006-08-03T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T17:17:55.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Been a while... yeah - sorry 'bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been hectic, you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me catch you up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-worked a summer band camp at GC&amp;SU - had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;-went to Florida to visit my brother who was down there interning at a summer Christian camp&lt;br /&gt;-went to New York to meet Tim's family - LOVE THEM!&lt;br /&gt;-started the '06-'07 school year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last that has me concerned.  I've been feeling less than thrilled about my job lately.  Things just aren't going as I had envisioned them and I'm feeling pretty discouraged.  And, I really just don't know what to do to make things better.  Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to top it all off, I feel so old!   I turn 25 on Saturday.  I know, I know... that doesn't really sound old, but it's a quarter of a century!  Then, to top it off, at open house the other night, I had a parent asking questions about the upcoming wedding, which didn't bother me, until the following exchange took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man:  "Well, Ms. Johnson, I was just wondering why you waited so long to get married."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Waited so long?  We'd only been dating two years.  That's not that long."&lt;br /&gt;Man:  "Well, what I meant was, you're not getting any younger, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE CRAP?!?    Who in their right mind talks to a WOMAN that way?!?   (Alright- guys that read this......   NEVER tell a woman that she's "not getting any younger!!!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there a weekend coming up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-115463987571068935?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/115463987571068935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=115463987571068935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/115463987571068935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/115463987571068935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-115055308489566762</id><published>2006-06-17T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:04:44.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of Father's Day, I thought I'd share some of my favorite memories of my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going to the movie theater and sitting on Dad's lap to watch the Sesame Street movie, "Follow that Bird."  (The movie came out in 1985 - and it's still great!  I actually have it on DVD...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my dad playing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" for me millions of times on guitar - trying to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Dad making my brother and I breakfast EVERY morning in elementary school.  And - he always did something silly, like running around the kitchen holding waffles over his eyes.  :o)   (And - he never used enough chocolate in the milk, did he, Britt?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that when I got my first car, I put a strawberry air freshener in there.  The first time that he rode with me,  he told me that my car smelled like a brothel.  (I still don't know how he knows that!  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that when I was Drum-Major in high school, and he was the parent "equipment guy", he wouldn't let anyone else set up my podium for me - he always did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I remember that this year, when I called to ask Mom what he wanted for Father's Day she told me that my Nascar-watchin', deer huntin', woodworking Dad wanted a Snow Cone Machine.  (What the?!?   *shrugs*  Okay.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - Sunday after church, my family will be having cherry snow-cones.  Want one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day, Pops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-115055308489566762?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/115055308489566762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=115055308489566762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/115055308489566762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/115055308489566762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-115025607884927726</id><published>2006-06-13T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:34:38.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dresses</title><content type='html'>I tried on my first wedding dress today.   Let me tell you - strange feeling!   I mean, I know that I'm getting married, but somehow that made it more real.   Wow.   Something about the formal wear undergarments with the nine MILLION little hooks that you have to have an army of help to get in and out of made me giggle like the girly-girl that I never thought I'd be.  Again... Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-115025607884927726?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/115025607884927726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=115025607884927726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/115025607884927726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/115025607884927726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/06/dresses.html' title='dresses'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114860984321436248</id><published>2006-05-25T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:17:23.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange, strange, strange....</title><content type='html'>Very odd dreams lately.    I wonder what they mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114860984321436248?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114860984321436248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114860984321436248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114860984321436248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114860984321436248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/05/strange-strange-strange.html' title='Strange, strange, strange....'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114766215933644221</id><published>2006-05-14T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:02:39.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer in the Headlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;What exactly is it that God's creatures hold against me?  Huh?  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Why did my stupid cat pee on my shoe?!?  Huh????&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Why did that deer tonight feel that it needed to crush in the side of my car?  Huh??? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I mean, seriously Deer... what did my car do to you?  That's right, NOTHING!  My sweet little car has spent its whole life trying to avoid hitting you and your species.   Yet, you decide that my car deserves to be punished, eh?  I sure hope that you're planning on paying my insurance deductable you dumb ass  Odocoileus virginianus!  *sigh*  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114766215933644221?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114766215933644221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114766215933644221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114766215933644221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114766215933644221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/05/deer-in-headlights.html' title='Deer in the Headlights'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114730969281514295</id><published>2006-05-10T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:08:12.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hopes for our Friendship</title><content type='html'>I hope that our friendship can be a source of comfort to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...like a blanket to wrap around you when you're cold.&lt;br /&gt;...like a pillow for you to use to rest your head.&lt;br /&gt;...like arms to hold you when you're weary and feeling alone.&lt;br /&gt;...like a handkerchief to catch your tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that our friendship can be a source of strength to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...like sunshine when you need warmth in your life.&lt;br /&gt;...like music that soothes your emptiness and fills a lonely place.&lt;br /&gt;...like a meal when you're hungry and want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;...like a shoulder when you need something to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope our friendship can be a source of love to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...like someone who offers praise and never pressure.&lt;br /&gt;...like someone who is there to talk to when you need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;...like someone who is there for you to be whatever it is you need.&lt;br /&gt;...like someone who loves you just the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope our friendship can be a source of certainty for you that you always have someone on your side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to give you hope that there is a way through everything.&lt;br /&gt;...to give you confidence that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;...to be a voice that says, "Congratulations!  You've made it!"&lt;br /&gt;...to share with you every challenge, every joy, every trial in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114730969281514295?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114730969281514295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114730969281514295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114730969281514295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114730969281514295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-hopes-for-our-friendship.html' title='My Hopes for our Friendship'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114678892187607623</id><published>2006-05-04T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:28:41.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my teaching team....  (Top to bottom, L-R) Mrs. Drummond, Coach Bryant, ME, Mr. Bugg, Mrs. Frazier, Coach Puckett, Coach Layson, Ms. Kemp    - They keep me sane at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/226/1084/640/TEACHERS.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/226/1084/320/TEACHERS.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114678892187607623?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114678892187607623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114678892187607623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114678892187607623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114678892187607623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-my-teaching-team.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114497941012319264</id><published>2006-04-13T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:50:10.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz Band Rocks my Socks</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in with the JCHS jazz band this season.  The talent in that group amazes me.  Eighteen year old kids who hold more passion for music and their instruments than half of the people that I studied music with in college........  Yay for them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band I conduct is holding its concert next Monday.  I am SO ready for it to be over.  Middle School age peformers have no concept of how absolutely stressful organizing this kind of event can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 more school days (with students...I go a week past that)   I will survive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114497941012319264?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114497941012319264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114497941012319264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114497941012319264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114497941012319264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/04/jazz-band-rocks-my-socks.html' title='Jazz Band Rocks my Socks'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114471975604170992</id><published>2006-04-10T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:42:36.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What have I gotten myself into?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114471975604170992?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114471975604170992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114471975604170992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114471975604170992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114471975604170992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-have-i-gotten-myself-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114463447694625845</id><published>2006-04-09T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:01:16.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions.  Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can be great."&lt;br /&gt;-Mark Twain-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seek out that particular mental attribute which makes you feel most deeply and vitally alive, along with which comes the inner voice which says, 'This is the real me,' and when you have found that attitude, follow it."&lt;br /&gt;-William James-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few of my favorites.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Palm Sunday, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114463447694625845?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114463447694625845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114463447694625845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114463447694625845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114463447694625845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/04/keep-away-from-people-who-try-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114420439471091837</id><published>2006-04-04T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:33:14.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday of this week, at two minutes and three seconds after&lt;br /&gt;1:00 in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time and date will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 01:02:03 04/05/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How awesome is that??  That's right...  pretty darn awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114420439471091837?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114420439471091837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114420439471091837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114420439471091837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114420439471091837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/04/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114402541399194668</id><published>2006-04-02T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:50:14.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OVER</title><content type='html'>Well, these are my last few precious hours of Spring Break.... &lt;br /&gt;*crying out over-dramatically* &lt;br /&gt;I'LL MISS YOU SPRING BREAK!!  HURRY BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not waste time bothering whether you 'love' your neighbor; act as if you did.  As soon as we do this we find one of the great secrets.  When you are behaving as if you loved someone, you will presently come to love him."&lt;br /&gt;-C.S. Lewis-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and I planted my "balcony garden" for this spring.  It's so pretty!  Flowers everywhere!  There are Gerbera Daisies, Snapdragons, Petunias, Begonias, Violets, and tons more that I can't remember.   I sure hope that my "black thumb" doesn't kill them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114402541399194668?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114402541399194668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114402541399194668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114402541399194668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114402541399194668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/04/over.html' title='OVER'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114377565913701249</id><published>2006-03-30T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:27:39.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hair</title><content type='html'>God bless hair stylists.....  it was time.   Correction - it was WAY past time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114377565913701249?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114377565913701249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114377565913701249&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114377565913701249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114377565913701249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/03/hair.html' title='hair'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114360531266891552</id><published>2006-03-28T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:08:32.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8th Grade Math</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Math&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/passed.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114360531266891552?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114360531266891552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114360531266891552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114360531266891552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114360531266891552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/03/8th-grade-math.html' title='8th Grade Math'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114342652431424550</id><published>2006-03-26T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:28:44.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Day</title><content type='html'>"Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.&lt;br /&gt;Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart.&lt;br /&gt;Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfet tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;-Mary Jean Iron-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fantastic....  nothing overly exciting happend... but, it was fantastic!  Tim was here and we just lounged, and talked and laughed.  We just wandered through Wal-Mart laughing at the old movies in the $5 bin.   And I had SO much fun!  *sigh*   I'm so sappy these days....  it's just not like me!  ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114342652431424550?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114342652431424550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114342652431424550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114342652431424550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114342652431424550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/03/fantastic-day.html' title='Fantastic Day'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114342647358000528</id><published>2006-03-24T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:27:53.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Most people are searching for happiness.  They're looking for it.  They're trying to find it in someone or something outside of themselves.  That's a fundamental mistake.  Happiness is something that you are, and it comes from the way you think."&lt;br /&gt;-Wayne Dyer-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen, Wayne..... Amen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPRING BREAK IS HERE! WHOO HOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114342647358000528?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114342647358000528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114342647358000528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114342647358000528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114342647358000528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/03/most-people-are-searching-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114307832089451612</id><published>2006-03-22T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:45:20.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a Roller Coaster</title><content type='html'>"Talking about music is like talking about sex. Can you describe it?  Are you supposed to?"&lt;br /&gt;-Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that quote a lot....   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a good 'ole middle school baseball game tonight.  We won.  Go boys!  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my cats have serious mental issues.  Whenever anyone goes to the restroom, they run and sit right outside the door.  Then, when the door opens, they run away like they're embarassed that they were sitting there listening to you pee.   It's strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days 'till spring break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, David!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114307832089451612?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114307832089451612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114307832089451612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114307832089451612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114307832089451612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/03/lifes-roller-coaster.html' title='Life&apos;s a Roller Coaster'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114278619642780301</id><published>2006-03-19T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T11:36:36.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>Let's set the scene.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sunday morning... my lazy butt woke up to late to go to church.  So, I decided to watch one of the local services on TV. (Mable White Baptist)  I turn the TV on and I'm shocked!   I mean absolutely SHOCKED at what I see going on at this church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There... on the TV screen... is an upclose view of a bassoon player playing "I Surrender All".  Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you see that?   (For non-music people...  not many!!)  Yay for Mable White being open to non-conventional church music!  (My future sister-in-law is a bassoon player.... so, double yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musician looked awfully familiar... maybe she was the bassoon professor at GC&amp;SU... Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114278619642780301?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114278619642780301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114278619642780301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114278619642780301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114278619642780301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/03/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114278606841763775</id><published>2006-03-18T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T11:34:28.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>alone</title><content type='html'>Sometimes living alone sucks..... it just really, REALLY sucks......    *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much happier note - 6th grade/District Jazz Honor Band was today.... my students did SO well!  I think that this is as close to feeling like a parent as I want to be for a LONG time.  ;o)   But, I'm always SO proud when I see them doing well.  (And, doing well at something that I taught them, to boot!)    I just grinned through their whole concert.  (Even though it was a typical squeaky-sqwaky 6th grade performance.)    And, the district jazz group played one of my favorite old Basie favorites - Lil' Darlin....  I love that song!   (Dr. Bob always told me that Basie could make silence swing - that song proves it!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it sad that it's only 9pm, and I'm considering going to bed?   It is sad - but it's been a long day....  Wish Tim was here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114278606841763775?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114278606841763775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114278606841763775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114278606841763775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114278606841763775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/03/alone_18.html' title='alone'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114246953141092849</id><published>2006-03-15T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:38:51.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY</title><content type='html'>Why.....  why is it that when I'm having a great day at school - one student can always ruin it for me?  Why does that one little smart-ass and his little smart-ass comments bother me so much?  "Just let it go...."      "Let it roll off your back..."    MUCH easier said than done.   "Don't smack the little kid across his little peanut head."    MUCH easier said than done.....   *sigh*    If I had EVER had the nerve to say the things that students say these days, I would STILL have problems sitting down due to the immense butt-beating that I would have recieved when I got home.  Now, I know that to the generations older than me,  my generation seemed disrespectful and lazy.  But - let me tell you!  We are NOTHING compared to what's coming up now.....   When does the downward spiral end?   What can I do to help?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 days 'till spring break.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114246953141092849?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114246953141092849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114246953141092849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114246953141092849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114246953141092849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/03/why.html' title='WHY'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114237679887596282</id><published>2006-03-14T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T17:53:18.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>10 days 'till spring break....   3:50pm on March 24th begins a week of relaxation....   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Who am I kidding?!?  I've got so much stuff to catch up on!  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more interesting note... I have mastered the art of Chicken Cordon Bleu....  yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114237679887596282?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114237679887596282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114237679887596282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114237679887596282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114237679887596282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114169364334526324</id><published>2006-03-06T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:07:23.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8th Grade Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Science&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgradesciencequiz/passed.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you got 8/8 correct!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgradesciencequiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that makes me feel good about myself, I guess....   at least I know now that all of those hours I spent studying and not partying in school paid off because I don't know what I would have done if I couldn't remember what the function of a nucleus was!  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114169364334526324?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114169364334526324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114169364334526324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114169364334526324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114169364334526324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/03/8th-grade-science.html' title='8th Grade Science'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114160803412028632</id><published>2006-03-05T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:20:34.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah...  so, the picture's blurry....  DEAL WITH IT!  ;o)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice weekend.... I spent Saturday in Covington with Tim and my family.  Then, today Tim and I just bummed around Macon.  It was great.  We walked for almost an hour and half through down-town just looking around, then I spent WAY too much money at Barnes and Noble.   I just can't say no to the bargain books!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School in the morning.  UCK.....   I'm not digging the idea of waking up to the alarm after a few days of waking gently on my own.  Well, I'm off to watch the Academy Awards...  'night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/226/1084/640/Lori-Tim-Engagmnt%20023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/226/1084/320/Lori-Tim-Engagmnt%20023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114160803412028632?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114160803412028632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114160803412028632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114160803412028632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114160803412028632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/03/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114096967989725448</id><published>2006-02-26T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T11:01:20.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Brains</title><content type='html'>i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae.the rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114096967989725448?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114096967989725448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114096967989725448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114096967989725448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114096967989725448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/02/amazing-brains.html' title='Amazing Brains'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-114084110958710197</id><published>2006-02-24T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T23:18:29.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger</title><content type='html'>"When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."  ~Nora Ephron, When Harry Met Sally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow....   Been a while.   Yeah - Sorry.  Heh....    It's been busy in my world.  WAYYY too busy.  I don't know that I could've been more happy to see a weekend arrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-read one of my very favorite books a few days ago - Lois Lowry's "The Giver."  It's great... you should all read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I are roaming Covington tomorrow looking for a reception site for the wedding.  That will be an adventure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now...  sorry for the lame-o entry.   *L*  'Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-114084110958710197?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/114084110958710197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=114084110958710197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114084110958710197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/114084110958710197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/02/stranger.html' title='Stranger'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113979362901468709</id><published>2006-02-12T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:20:29.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love randomness!</title><content type='html'>Tim was down this weekend and we had a BLAST flipping through wedding magazines and laughing histerically at the AWFUL dresses featured in them.  (Dress shopping... yikes... that's going to be quite the adventure!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the olympics!  YAY!  Winter olympics are great - I love the ice skating!  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want a digital camera.... I feel like I'm WAY behind the times because I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really craving chocolate milk... too bad that I don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched "Hide and Seek" last night.  Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me while I continue my randomness elsewhere....  g'night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113979362901468709?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113979362901468709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113979362901468709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113979362901468709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113979362901468709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-randomness.html' title='I love randomness!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113911071628084396</id><published>2006-02-04T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T22:38:36.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's got a nice "ring" to it!</title><content type='html'>I'm engaged!   Yay!  More info later...   :o)  ~L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113911071628084396?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113911071628084396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113911071628084396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113911071628084396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113911071628084396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/02/thats-got-nice-ring-to-it.html' title='That&apos;s got a nice &quot;ring&quot; to it!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113892159922020770</id><published>2006-02-02T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T18:06:39.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fire</title><content type='html'>"I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.... For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. " ~Wendell Berry, "The Peace of Wild Things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a fire in my apartment complex at 3am this morning....  a man (only 28 years old!)  died in the fire.   Apartment fires have always been a fear of mine... they can spread SO quickly.   So - needless to say, I'm a little on edge tonight.  I keep thinking that I smell smoke, and I keep making sure that my oven and stove are turned off.   Yikes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113892159922020770?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113892159922020770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113892159922020770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113892159922020770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113892159922020770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/02/fire.html' title='fire'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113892146155445179</id><published>2006-02-02T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T18:04:21.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Majors?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Art&lt;/b&gt;. You should be an Art major! How bohemian!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Art&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Dance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Theater&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='92' 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(PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113892146155445179?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113892146155445179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113892146155445179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113892146155445179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113892146155445179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/02/majors.html' title='Majors?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113858398957291908</id><published>2006-01-29T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T20:19:49.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GMEA</title><content type='html'>"If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat,&lt;br /&gt;if your house is on fire - then you have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is inconvenience."&lt;br /&gt;-Robert Fulghum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMEA was fantastic... I learned tons, and it's always good for the soul to get out of Macon for a few days.  I saw one of my favorite brass groups while I was there (Boston Brass,) and I even got to meet them when I found out that my college trombone professor taught those guys too while they were undergrad students in Boston.  Small world!  (I have signed CD's and posters now, and I'm thrilled!  I even got to shake hands with the tuba player... I'll never wash my hand again!  *lol*) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be home now....  but, I DO NOT want to get up for work in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113858398957291908?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113858398957291908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113858398957291908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113858398957291908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113858398957291908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/01/gmea.html' title='GMEA'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113786817806916268</id><published>2006-01-21T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:29:38.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Apartment Maintenance Men</title><content type='html'>"I went to the Home Depot, which was unnecessary. I need to go to the Apartment Depot, which is just a big warehouse with a whole lot of people standing around saying, 'We don't have to fix shit.' "&lt;br /&gt;-Mitch Hedburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Mom's house today....  that should be an adventure! &lt;br /&gt;GMEA is next week.... YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113786817806916268?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113786817806916268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113786817806916268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113786817806916268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113786817806916268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/01/ode-to-apartment-maintenance-men.html' title='Ode to Apartment Maintenance Men'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113755244198546839</id><published>2006-01-17T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:47:21.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>violins and bad singing voices</title><content type='html'>This might be my favorite "quote of the day" yet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is like playing a violin solo in public, and learning the instrument as one goes on."&lt;br /&gt;-Samuel Butler-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the new American Idol....   all I can say is, What the   #$*&amp;#%  are  some of these people thinking?  I mean, at some point, all those friends and family members have got to step up and tell you that you don't need to make that noise in public!  Friends don't let friends audition for American Idol!!  So - people - I hereby appoint to you a noble duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever (and I mean EVER in a million years) tell you that I want to sing in public (especially if there will be video evidence) stop me.  Stop me by any means necessary....  Iron Skillit to the head, drug me up, whatever it takes. (I'll both forgive and thank you later.)  Thank you, and goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113755244198546839?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113755244198546839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113755244198546839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113755244198546839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113755244198546839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/01/violins-and-bad-singing-voices.html' title='violins and bad singing voices'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113721401693383864</id><published>2006-01-13T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T23:46:56.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Marriage</title><content type='html'>"My parents want me to get married.  They don't care who anymore as long as he doesn't have a pierced ear, that's all they care about.  I think men who have a pierced ear are better prepared for marriage.  They've experienced pain and bought jewelry."&lt;br /&gt;-Rita Rudner-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly is getting married tomorrow...  Yay for her!  :o)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim is here... life is good....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113721401693383864?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113721401693383864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113721401693383864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113721401693383864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113721401693383864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/01/thoughts-on-marriage.html' title='Thoughts on Marriage'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113685161258000288</id><published>2006-01-09T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T19:06:52.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pigs</title><content type='html'>"It's no good running a pig farm badly for thirty years while saying, 'Really I was meant to be a ballet dancer.'  By that time, pigs will be your style."&lt;br /&gt;-Quentin Crisp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a French Horn off of Ebay today....  good times!  :o)  Well, housework beckons, so the post is short... have a wonderful Monday evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113685161258000288?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113685161258000288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113685161258000288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113685161258000288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113685161258000288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/01/pigs.html' title='pigs'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113674035038075331</id><published>2006-01-08T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T12:12:30.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitch</title><content type='html'>Mitch Hedburg has got to be the funniest man alive (except for the fact that he passed away in March...oops!)....   His comedian's act is nothing but a constant string of one-liners that are freakin' hilarious!  I have NEVER laughed as hard as I did the first time I heard him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imagine if you were a drummer, and you accidentally picked up two magic wands instead of sticks. There you are, keeping the beat, the next thing you know, your bass player turns into a can of soup." - Mitch Hedburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out some of his stuff....   http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Mitch_Hedberg#Photos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113674035038075331?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113674035038075331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113674035038075331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113674035038075331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113674035038075331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/01/mitch.html' title='Mitch'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113668970846886494</id><published>2006-01-07T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T22:08:28.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rhythm</title><content type='html'>"Musical training is a more potent instrument than any other, because rhythm and harmony find their way into the inward places of the soul."&lt;br /&gt;-Plato-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneventful day.... helped my little bro get ready to move into his new apartment in Milledgeville. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some shopping for birthday gifts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my trombone was here at the house - I really want to play, but I left it at school this weekend.  I just have the urge to play...  it's like I have a nervous energy that nothing else can quench.   Hmmm - I'll try the keyboard and my abysmal piano skills.  Maybe that'll help...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113668970846886494?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113668970846886494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113668970846886494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113668970846886494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113668970846886494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/01/rhythm.html' title='rhythm'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113659017217754026</id><published>2006-01-06T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T18:29:32.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good 'ole Vince</title><content type='html'>"It's easy to have faith in yourself and have discipline when you're a winner, when you're number one.  What you got to have is faith and discipline when you're not a winner."&lt;br /&gt;-Vince Lombardi-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.....  don't really feel like talking, I mean... typing....   yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113659017217754026?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113659017217754026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113659017217754026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113659017217754026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113659017217754026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-ole-vince.html' title='good &apos;ole Vince'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113650948856556853</id><published>2006-01-05T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:04:48.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>soup</title><content type='html'>"One of the most lasting pleasures you can experience is the feeling that comes over you when you genuienly forgive an enemy - whether he knows it or not."&lt;br /&gt;O.A. Battista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made "clean out the cabinets soup" tonight.  You take one of those huge cans of V-8 and then dump in every can of vegetables in the cabinet.  Add a little pasta/rice or ground beef if you want, and you've got yourself quite a tasty dinner!  :o)  Yumm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very trying day at the middle school...  There are a few students who can just ruin the day for everyone ( the other students and teachers alike.)   Maybe I should really take my quote of the day to heart, eh?   &lt;br /&gt;Well - I just can't let 'em get to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illegitimi non carborundum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113650948856556853?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113650948856556853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113650948856556853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113650948856556853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113650948856556853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/01/soup.html' title='soup'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113641832099611807</id><published>2006-01-04T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:45:21.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing the Stars</title><content type='html'>"Two men look out through the same bars;  one sees mud and one the stars."&lt;br /&gt; ~Frederick Langbridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying really hard to "see the stars" this year...  so far - doing a great job!  I've actually gotten up early every morning, and stayed after school long enough to actually get all of my work done instead of dragging to the car at 3:50... I'm kind of proud!  And, so far, I've kept my resolution -  which was to keep a journal.  We've only been in 2006 for 4 days - and I've written in the journal on 3 of them.  Yay for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113641832099611807?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113641832099611807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113641832099611807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113641832099611807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113641832099611807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2006/01/seeing-stars.html' title='Seeing the Stars'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113564686956851747</id><published>2005-12-26T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T20:27:49.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>1. What if you choked on a piece of bread while eating?  Cough, darn it!  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What if someone you don't know IMed you?  I would say hello and get to know them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What if you forgot to set your alarm clock and was late to school?  I would have to call the office to let them know I was going to be late so that someone could watch my classes for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What if the person you love hated you?   How awful....  well, not much you can do except for deal with it and move on, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What if you had a big test on Monday but is busy on the weekends? Thank goodness I'm past the "big test on Monday" phase of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What if your computer crashed when you were almost done writing a big essay (and hadn't save it)?  I would cry!  Don't pretend that you wouldn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What if you had to go to the bathroom but someone was in it?  Umm - find another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What if you woke up and was covered in frogs?  Ick!  I'd get up and run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What if your two closest friends started avoiding each other?  That would be so sad!  Well, I guess we'd have to alternate days, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What if you accidentally sent a message to a person who wasn't supposed to read it? Oops!  Call and apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What if you were on the phone and your friend had something crucial to say, but at that moment the phone went dead?  I'd grab a land-line phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What if you had a time machine and could travel to any time period? What year would you go to? Hmm... either the 20's or the late 50's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. (continuing from above) You went to a time period but what if the time machine crashes and your stuck there? Well, I guess I'd better get used to not having e-mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What if you had to do a CPR to a member of the same gender?  Who cares!  When someone needs CPR, gender does NOT matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What if you lost something really important to you?   Just keep looking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What if your best friend starts to drift away to another group? Well, obviously that means that their interests are changing....  If you love something, let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What if you were sick on the day your class got to go on a field trip? Aww- that sucks, and has SO happened to me!  What are ya going to do?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What if you were sucked into the computer?  Yikes...  that's a little bitty space for me to fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What if you had 1000 songs in your music player and suddenly they all got erased? I guess I would get to work and download some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What if the shower broke down and the plumber couldn't come for a week? I would borrow Mom's or a neighbor's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What if your legs got cut off?  I would become a spokesman for prosthetics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What if you found out that your gf/bf was cheating on you? We'd have a LONG, not so nice kind of talk.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What if your friend beat you in the 50 meter run by 0.01 sec.?  Congratulate them, then get back to practicing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What if you could change your name? I think I'm pretty okay with my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What if your favorite T.V. show got canceled? Buy the entire series on DVD boxed sets...  that's what I did with "Friends"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113564686956851747?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113564686956851747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113564686956851747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113564686956851747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113564686956851747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-if.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113556581250134880</id><published>2005-12-25T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T21:56:52.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Mom and I went to the movies tonight, our Christmas night tradition.  (We saw "The Family Stone" - good movie!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home the radio was on one of those stations that play continuous Christmas music.  I was enjoying it and humming along until "Little Drummer Boy" came on.  That was my great-grandmother's (Granny Norman) favorite carol.  She  asked my brother to play it every Christmas because he was a percussionist.  (He had the hardest time explaining why he couldn't play the song with just his drum....)    She's been gone a little over two years now, and I've heard the carol since then... but for some reason tonight, it hit me.  I was so glad that it was dark in the car and that my mother couldn't see the tears that had welled up in my eyes... I REALLY didn't feel like explaining what I felt.   It was one of those times where you're holding back such a flood that your eyes sting.  I really miss her.  I miss that she smelled like an old lady and that she always had gas.  *L*    I miss that she gave my brother and I goldfish or oyster crackers every time that we went to her house - even if we were way too old for afterschool snacks.  I miss that she knew every thing that there was to know about gardening and I miss that she stuck tissues EVERYWHERE. I miss that she let Britt and I play hide and go seek in her corn garden, and I miss shucking peas with her on her front porch while we watched the cars go by.  I miss that when we were in trouble she called us every single family name but our own.  ("Ida, I mean Kim, I mean Eleanor, I mean Kathy, I mean LORI!"    "Sam, I mean Clay, I mean JB, I mean Joel, I mean BRITT!")  I miss holding her hand while we watched TV.  I love that she made Britt and I watch her "stories" (soap operas) every afternoon, immediately followed by wrestling.  That woman loved some wrestling!  I miss that she gave everyone underwear that didn't fit for Christmas every year.  I miss her strength.  I always admired what a strong woman she was - and I never told her.  I should have told her.   I miss that Britt was always her favorite (even though she would have NEVER admitted it in a million years.)  I miss her.  And for some reason, I miss her more right now than I ever have....  Merry Christmas, Granny Norman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113556581250134880?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113556581250134880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113556581250134880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113556581250134880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113556581250134880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113548197174420710</id><published>2005-12-24T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:39:31.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113548197174420710?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113548197174420710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113548197174420710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113548197174420710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113548197174420710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_24.html' title='.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113539925866556123</id><published>2005-12-23T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:40:58.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ and Family Memories</title><content type='html'>I just got home from my Uncle and Aunt's house in Jackson - annual Christmas dinner.  (They always serve Barbeque from "Fresh Air" ... best BBQ in Georgia!!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 9 or 10, my Uncle Lamar decided that it was time for me to learn to drive.  So - he took me and his HUGE pick-up truck out to the cow pasture (yes.... cows.... family farmers!)  and put me behind the wheel.  I loved every minute of it.  There was nothing out there to hit (the cows moved when you started towards them) so, I had a blast!  Mom however - was not so happy about it.  ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Britt (my younger brother) along with Amber, Amy, Heather (cousins) and I, decided that we were going to go to the pasture to inspect the cow patties.  (For those who are really farm-illiterate, that's the cow poo....)   We were really gross kids.  *L*  Well, we found a really huge one and we were all standing in a circle around it... Britt decided that he was going to be funny and picked up a huge rock and acted like he was going to toss it at the patty.  YIKES!  Well, the rock slipped, and the patty flew everywhere...all over everyone!  Gross!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a huge smile on my face just remembering all those crazy times on the farm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Eve Eve to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113539925866556123?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113539925866556123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113539925866556123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113539925866556123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113539925866556123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/12/bbq-and-family-memories.html' title='BBQ and Family Memories'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113531387388738604</id><published>2005-12-22T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:57:53.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass me the tissues....</title><content type='html'>I just sneezed, no joke, 12 times.....   Cross your fingers that the head cold is gone by Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113531387388738604?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113531387388738604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113531387388738604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113531387388738604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113531387388738604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/12/pass-me-tissues.html' title='Pass me the tissues....'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113528262272387040</id><published>2005-12-22T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:17:02.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespeare's Sonnet 130</title><content type='html'>I've been on a huge poetry kick lately.... re-reading all of my books of poems, and sharing a few of my favorites....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;&lt;br /&gt;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;&lt;br /&gt;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;&lt;br /&gt;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen roses damasked, red and white,&lt;br /&gt;But no such roses see I in her cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;And in some perfumes is there more delight&lt;br /&gt;Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear her speak, yet well I know&lt;br /&gt;That music hath a far more pleasing sound.&lt;br /&gt;I grant I never saw a goddess go;&lt;br /&gt;My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;     And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare&lt;br /&gt;     As any she belied with false compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this sonnet....  basically - Shakespeare is stating that even though his mistress wasn't a supermodel (and had bad breath, apparently *L*)  he still loves her.....   it's a nice message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Eve Eve Eve!  ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113528262272387040?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113528262272387040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113528262272387040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113528262272387040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113528262272387040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/12/shakespeares-sonnet-130.html' title='Shakespeare&apos;s Sonnet 130'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113518308533131014</id><published>2005-12-21T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T11:38:05.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a Lifetime in those Biscuits...</title><content type='html'>My grandmother makes the most amazing homemade biscuits.  They're perfect.  The perfect texture, the perfect size, the perfect taste.  I always enjoy them, but something about the biscuit I ate this morning was different.  I was chewing the first bite and I just got this rush of thoughts-  how did she learn to make these?  Did she learn from her grandmother?  How long did it take for her to perfect them?  Does she think they taste as good as I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lifetime in those biscuits... a lifetime of experience and practice and love....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's cornbread is the same way....  perfect.....  I can't count how many times I've watched Mom with her hands in a bowl of cornmeal mixing cornbread for Dad....  The bread is always perfect - it falls out of that old iron skillet and is always the perfect shade of tan.  A lifetime of experience....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I find my food?  The food that I make with all of my experience and love inside?  Maybe I already make it and I don't know it....  (Maybe it's that peanut butter pie...*wink*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113518308533131014?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113518308533131014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113518308533131014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113518308533131014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113518308533131014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/12/theres-lifetime-in-those-biscuits.html' title='There&apos;s a Lifetime in those Biscuits...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113512120177323653</id><published>2005-12-20T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:26:41.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud - William Wordsworth</title><content type='html'>This is my favorite poem of ALL times!  :o)  Thought I'd share....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered lonely as a cloud&lt;br /&gt;That floats on high o'er vales and hills,&lt;br /&gt;When all at once I saw a crowd,&lt;br /&gt;A host, of golden daffodils,&lt;br /&gt;Beside the lake, beneath the trees&lt;br /&gt;Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuous as the stars that shine&lt;br /&gt;And twinkle on the Milky Way,&lt;br /&gt;They stretched in never-ending line&lt;br /&gt;Along the margin of a bay:&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand saw I at a glance&lt;br /&gt;Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves beside them danced, but they&lt;br /&gt;Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: -&lt;br /&gt;A poet could not but be gay&lt;br /&gt;In such a jocund company:&lt;br /&gt;I gazed -and gazed -but little thought&lt;br /&gt;What wealth the show to me had brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For oft, when on my couch I lie&lt;br /&gt;In vacant or in pensive mood,&lt;br /&gt;They flash upon that inward eye&lt;br /&gt;Which is the bliss of solitude;&lt;br /&gt;And then my heart with pleasure fills&lt;br /&gt;And dances with the daffodils.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113512120177323653?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113512120177323653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113512120177323653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113512120177323653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113512120177323653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-wandered-lonely-as-cloud-william.html' title='I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud - William Wordsworth'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113504125154690884</id><published>2005-12-19T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:14:11.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a bum...</title><content type='html'>I have never been as large of a bum as I was today - and it was great!!  I did absolutely nothing - and I mean NOTHING.  (Well, I did load the dishwasher, but that was it!)  I watched "Raising Helen" and "Inventing the Abbots" today - both really good movies, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got a phone call from Dr. Shiver inviting me to a Christmas party at his place... too bad that the night of his party is my Dad's birthday - family first.   (I would love to be able to go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping that I'll actually get a little work done in the morning.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113504125154690884?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113504125154690884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113504125154690884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113504125154690884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113504125154690884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/12/such-bum.html' title='Such a bum...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113496294991004658</id><published>2005-12-18T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:29:09.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When scotch tape attacks...</title><content type='html'>Tim and I had a great weekend....   I feel SO relaxed knowing that I don't have to get up for work in the morning.  (Don't get me wrong, I love my job....I'm just NOT a morning person!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I finally finished all of my Christmas shopping tonight - so now I'm wrapping gifts.  (One of my favorite things to do at Christmas time!)   Now, if I could only convince the kittens to stop shredding the wrapping paper, I'd be good to go....  ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113496294991004658?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113496294991004658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113496294991004658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113496294991004658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113496294991004658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-scotch-tape-attacks.html' title='When scotch tape attacks...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113484605493753425</id><published>2005-12-17T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T14:00:54.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY</title><content type='html'>I did it.... finally...  I've lived in Macon almost two years now, and I finally found the post-office.  *L*  I've just been buying stamps at the Kroger customer service desk, and darn it - I was tired of stamps with flags!  I wanted something different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... I got brave....  I ventured into downtown Macon.  I usually spend my time there lost, trying to find my way home.  (All those streets look the same to me!)  And, I found it!  I conquered the College Street Post office!  And I have pretty stamps!  I mailed my Christmas cards....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a success!  ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113484605493753425?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113484605493753425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113484605493753425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113484605493753425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113484605493753425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally.html' title='FINALLY'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113470270215987846</id><published>2005-12-15T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:11:42.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuervo Cookies</title><content type='html'>It is time to start baking for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of water&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;Lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;4 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 cup nuts&lt;br /&gt;2 cups of dried fruit&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle Jose Cuervo Tequila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sample the Cuervo to check quality. Take a large bowl, check the &lt;br /&gt;Cuervo again to be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level &lt;br /&gt;cup and drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy &lt;br /&gt;bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add one teaspoon of sugar. Beat again. At this point it's best to make &lt;br /&gt;sure the Cuervo is still OK, try another cup just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, turn off the mixerer thingy. Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl &lt;br /&gt;and chuck in the cup of dried fruit, Pick the frigging fruit off &lt;br /&gt;floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix on the turner. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers &lt;br /&gt;just pry it loose with a drewscriver. Sample the Cuervo to check &lt;br /&gt;for tonsisticity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,sift two cups of salt, or something. Check the Jose Cuervo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Add a &lt;br /&gt;spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever you can find. Greash the oven. &lt;br /&gt;Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over. Don't forget &lt;br /&gt;to beat off the turner. Finally, throw the bowl through the window, &lt;br /&gt;finish the Cose Juervo and make sure to put the stove in the &lt;br /&gt;dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERRY MISTMAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113470270215987846?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113470270215987846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113470270215987846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113470270215987846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113470270215987846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/12/cuervo-cookies.html' title='Cuervo Cookies'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113460311057537488</id><published>2005-12-14T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:31:50.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lori Looks Like....</title><content type='html'>Go to google.com  type in "your name looks like"  (make sure you use the quotations).  Post your favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori looks like a race horse freshly sprung from the gate, pure energy in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori looks like she has now biked her way into the top 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori Looks like leather or a candy I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori looks like she needs a well deserved break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she takes her clothes off Lori looks like a Sunday school teacher: wholesome,&lt;br /&gt;unsullied, pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori looks like she took a overload of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori looks like a career criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori looks like the Statue of Liberty, only less green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori looks like she’s about to gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori looks like a God compared to you devils!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori looks like she would sell her soul for a hot shower at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How interesting......     two days 'till Christmas break!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113460311057537488?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113460311057537488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113460311057537488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113460311057537488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113460311057537488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/12/lori-looks-like.html' title='Lori Looks Like....'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113435464767686485</id><published>2005-12-11T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:30:47.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm Fuzzies</title><content type='html'>I adore white twinkle Christmas lights....   I absolutely adore them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113435464767686485?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113435464767686485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113435464767686485&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113435464767686485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113435464767686485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/12/warm-fuzzies.html' title='Warm Fuzzies'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113399892385549462</id><published>2005-12-07T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T18:42:03.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Player's Guide</title><content type='html'>I'd read the following article a few years ago, and I was so excited to come across it again the other day.  I thought I'd share - band nerds will appreciate it.....   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Player's Guide for Keeping Conductors in Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Donn Laurence Mills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were a basic training manual for orchestra players, it might include ways to practice not only music, but one-upmanship. It seems as if many young players take pride in getting the conductor's goat. The following rules are intended as a guide to the development of habits that will irritate the conductor. (Variations and additional methods depend upon the imagination and skill of the player.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Never be satisfied with the tuning note. Fussing about the pitch takes attention away from the podium and puts it on you, where it belongs.&lt;br /&gt;   2. When raising the music stand, be sure the top comes off and spills the music on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;   3. Complain about the temperature of the rehearsal room, the lighting, crowded space, or a draft. It's best to do this when the conductor is under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Look the other way just before cues.&lt;br /&gt;   5. Never have the proper mute, a spare set of strings, or extra reeds. Percussion players must never have all their equipment.&lt;br /&gt;   6. Ask for a re-audition or seating change. Ask often. Give the impression you're about to quit. Let the conductor know you're there as a personal favor.&lt;br /&gt;   7. Pluck the strings as if you are checking tuning at every opportunity, especially when the conductor is giving instructions. Brass players: drop mutes. Percussionists have a wide variety of dropable items, but cymbals are unquestionably the best because they roll around for several seconds.&lt;br /&gt;   8. Loudly blow water from the keys during pauses (Horn, oboe and clarinet players are trained to do this from birth).&lt;br /&gt;   9. Long after a passage has gone by, ask the conductor if your C# was in tune. This is especially effective if you had no C# or were not playing at the time. (If he catches you, pretend to be correcting a note in your part.)&lt;br /&gt;  10. At dramatic moments in the music (while the conductor is emoting) be busy marking your music so that the climaxes will sound empty and disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;  11. Wait until well into a rehearsal before letting the conductor know you don't have the music.&lt;br /&gt;  12. Look at your watch frequently. Shake it in disbelief occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;  13. Tell the conductor, "I can't find the beat." Conductors are always sensitive about their "stick technique", so challenge it frequently.&lt;br /&gt;  14. As the conductor if he has listened to the Bernstein recording of the piece. Imply that he could learn a thing or two from it. Also good: ask "Is this the first time you've conducted this piece?"&lt;br /&gt;  15. When rehearsing a difficult passage, screw up your face and shake your head indicating that you'll never be able to play it. Don't say anything: make him wonder.&lt;br /&gt;  16. If your articulation differs from that of others playing the same phrase, stick to your guns. Do not ask the conductor which is correct until backstage just before the concert.&lt;br /&gt;  17. Find an excuse to leave rehearsal about 15 minutes early so that others will become restless and start to pack up and fidget.&lt;br /&gt;  18. During applause, smile weakly or show no expression at all. Better yet, nonchalantly put away your instrument. Make the conductor feel he is keeping you from doing something really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time that players reminded their conductors of the facts of life: just who do conductors think they are, anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113399892385549462?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113399892385549462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113399892385549462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113399892385549462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113399892385549462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/12/players-guide.html' title='A Player&apos;s Guide'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113374215360365890</id><published>2005-12-04T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:22:33.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>District Honor Band Auditions were yesterday... what can I say?  *sigh*  Is there a magical way to encourage middle schoolers to practice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Tim, Sarah Beth and James yesterday..... good times.  We even had our picture taken with Santa.  I haven't done that since I was about 5! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim just left Macon to head back to Fayetteville.  I hate seeing him leave.  Long Distance stinks.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band concert is Thursday....   y'all pray that I (and all of my students) live until Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113374215360365890?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113374215360365890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113374215360365890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113374215360365890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113374215360365890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113323092856760830</id><published>2005-11-28T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:22:40.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" target="_new" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=459" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=#000000 bgcolor="#90BED5" cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align=center bgcolor='083360'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=459' target='_new' style='text-decoration: none;'&gt;&lt;font style='color : #ffffff; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;' color= '#ffffff'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style='color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;'&gt;Name &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#D8F3F3'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='in0' size='32' maxlength='64' value='Lori-Sue'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style='color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;'&gt;Age &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#D8F3F3'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='in1' size='32' maxlength='64' value='24'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style='color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;'&gt;House &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#D8F3F3'&gt;&lt;select name='in2' size='1'&gt;&lt;option value='Gryffindor' selected&gt;Gryffindor&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value='Hufflepuff' &gt;Hufflepuff&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value='Ravenclaw' &gt;Ravenclaw&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value='Slytherin' &gt;Slytherin&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style='color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;'&gt;Family Line &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#D8F3F3'&gt;&lt;select name='in3' size='1'&gt;&lt;option value='Muggleborn' &gt;Muggleborn&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value='Half-Blood' &gt;Half-Blood&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value='Pure-Blood' selected&gt;Pure-Blood&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style='color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dated&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#D8F3F3'&gt;&lt;font style='color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tom Riddle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style='color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are well known for&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#D8F3F3'&gt;&lt;font style='color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being the youngest Seeker after Harry Potter. 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I mean, I know that everyone thinks their families are crazy.  But mine.....  they really are!  It was good to relax a bit, though.  (And I'm now well-versed in "Lost".)   I even spent a day dog sitting, which reiterates the fact that I'm NOT a dog person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity last night to venture back to good 'ole Milledgeville for the Sigma Alpha Iota initiation.  For those of you that are not members of a Greek organization, I know this doesn't sound very exciting.  But it was....  extremely moving and sentimental.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VITA BREVIS, ARS LONGA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113323057144179594?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113323057144179594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113323057144179594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113323057144179594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113323057144179594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/11/been-while-sorry.html' title='Been a while... sorry!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113323052988218787</id><published>2005-11-28T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:15:29.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="355" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" name="qgtable2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;All-Around Smart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all-around smart.  Essentially, that means that you are a good combination of your own knowledge and experience, along with having learned through instruction - and you are equally as good with theoretical things as you are with real-world, applied things.  You have a well-rounded brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40% applied intelligence&lt;br /&gt;0% learned intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table name="qgtable" width="350" height="350" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" style='background: url(http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/int-quiz-bg.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="163"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="234"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="234"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td valign="top" align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/locator.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=53"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113323052988218787?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113323052988218787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113323052988218787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113323052988218787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113323052988218787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-around-smart-you-are-all-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113150057426538404</id><published>2005-11-08T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:42:54.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>I broke down and bought "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" today....  Lovin' it!  :o)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers go out to those that are hurting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many days 'till Friday?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for the simplicity that was my life in middle/high school (and I didn't even know it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing Tim....  bad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the theme from Spiderman stuck in my head for two days! (Spiderman...Spiderman... does whatever a spider can.... spins a web.... any size... catches thieves... just like flies... Look out!  There goes the spiderman...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite color changes almost daily....  I really want an orange purse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the randomness-  it's the way my brain is working tonight....  love you all.... peace out... holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113150057426538404?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113150057426538404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113150057426538404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113150057426538404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113150057426538404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/11/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113009746357645809</id><published>2005-10-23T15:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:57:43.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trumpets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/TPTS.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/TPTS.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113009746357645809?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113009746357645809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113009746357645809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009746357645809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009746357645809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/trumpets.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113009742543669310</id><published>2005-10-23T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:57:05.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/STANDS.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/STANDS.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113009742543669310?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113009742543669310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113009742543669310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009742543669310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009742543669310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/three-amigos.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113009738113788899</id><published>2005-10-23T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:56:21.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooks' snare from a different angle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/SNARE.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/SNARE.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113009738113788899?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113009738113788899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113009738113788899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009738113788899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009738113788899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/brooks-snare-from-different-angle.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113009733972203430</id><published>2005-10-23T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:55:39.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Steven and Dr. O'Grady discuss percussion-y things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/SD.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/SD.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113009733972203430?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113009733972203430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113009733972203430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009733972203430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009733972203430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/steven-and-dr.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113009728013809833</id><published>2005-10-23T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:54:40.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, those are some saxy band members!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/SAX.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/SAX.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113009728013809833?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113009728013809833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113009728013809833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009728013809833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009728013809833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/now-those-are-some-saxy-band-members.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113009718944461716</id><published>2005-10-23T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:53:09.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post-Parade, and still smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/GROUP.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/GROUP.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113009718944461716?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113009718944461716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113009718944461716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009718944461716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009718944461716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/post-parade-and-still-smiling.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113009713901499508</id><published>2005-10-23T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:52:19.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something fishy is going on with those low brass players!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/FISHBONE.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/FISHBONE.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113009713901499508?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113009713901499508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113009713901499508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009713901499508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009713901499508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/something-fishy-is-going-on-with-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113009708214685675</id><published>2005-10-23T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:51:22.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drum-Line playing "Touch Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/DRUMS.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/DRUMS.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113009708214685675?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113009708214685675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113009708214685675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009708214685675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009708214685675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/drum-line-playing-touch-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113009703162789796</id><published>2005-10-23T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:50:31.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the drum-majors, and they love me too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/DMKISS.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/DMKISS.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113009703162789796?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113009703162789796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113009703162789796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009703162789796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009703162789796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-love-drum-majors-and-they-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113009698270948798</id><published>2005-10-23T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:49:42.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>David is such a jolly drum major!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/DAVID.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/DAVID.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113009698270948798?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113009698270948798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113009698270948798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009698270948798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009698270948798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/david-is-such-jolly-drum-major.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113009691481944369</id><published>2005-10-23T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:48:34.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke warms up before the final home game of the season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/BROOKE.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/BROOKE.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113009691481944369?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113009691481944369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113009691481944369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009691481944369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009691481944369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/brooke-warms-up-before-final-home-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113009683687010044</id><published>2005-10-23T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:47:16.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Brandon, Trumpet playing is serious business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/BRANDON.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/BRANDON.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113009683687010044?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113009683687010044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113009683687010044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009683687010044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009683687010044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-brandon-trumpet-playing-is-serious.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113009675411462224</id><published>2005-10-23T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:45:54.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anna plays the Star Spangled Banner with Pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/ANNA.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/ANNA.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113009675411462224?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113009675411462224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113009675411462224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009675411462224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009675411462224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/anna-plays-star-spangled-banner-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113009666441318511</id><published>2005-10-23T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:44:24.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Andrew concentrates during "I like the Way You Move"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/ANDREW.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/ANDREW.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113009666441318511?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113009666441318511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113009666441318511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009666441318511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009666441318511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/andrew-concentrates-during-i-like-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-113009660187646845</id><published>2005-10-23T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:43:24.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Andrew and Brandon pause before the homecoming half-time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/ABTPT.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/ABTPT.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-113009660187646845?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/113009660187646845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=113009660187646845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009660187646845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/113009660187646845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/andrew-and-brandon-pause-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112958808556995951</id><published>2005-10-17T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:28:05.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JCHS Low Brass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/BONES.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/BONES.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112958808556995951?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112958808556995951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112958808556995951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112958808556995951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112958808556995951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/jchs-low-brass.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112958791051646176</id><published>2005-10-17T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:25:10.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>James and Carrie warming up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/JC.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/JC.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112958791051646176?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112958791051646176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112958791051646176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112958791051646176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112958791051646176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/james-and-carrie-warming-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112958763272283421</id><published>2005-10-17T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:20:32.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annabel and "John Phillip" the Sousaphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/SOUSA.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/SOUSA.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112958763272283421?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112958763272283421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112958763272283421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112958763272283421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112958763272283421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/annabel-and-john-phillip-sousaphone.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112958733785952265</id><published>2005-10-17T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:15:37.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heather and David deck it out in formal wear at the Coastal Empire Classic Marching Competition.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/HD.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/HD.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112958733785952265?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112958733785952265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112958733785952265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112958733785952265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112958733785952265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/heather-and-david-deck-it-out-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112895825505541920</id><published>2005-10-10T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T11:30:55.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Nothing</title><content type='html'>The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness.  Think of your three best friends, if they're okay, then it's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for Fall Break... I'm back in Covingron, visiting the folks.  I might wash the car today since tomorrow is the one year anniversary of its purchase.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112895825505541920?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112895825505541920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112895825505541920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112895825505541920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112895825505541920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/absolutely-nothing.html' title='Absolutely Nothing'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112837946300253054</id><published>2005-10-03T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T18:44:23.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry."  -Mark Twain</title><content type='html'>Things have been hectic...  VERY hectic.   School is going well - the 9 weeks is almost over.  (One down, three to go 'till summer!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new band student today - a hurricane evacuee....  I'll be praying for him and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band competed Saturday and did a fantastic job, even if the judges were pretty harsh.  21 hours without sleep is a long time, but I love competition days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've GOT to go grocery shopping - the cabinets are running dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios  ~L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112837946300253054?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112837946300253054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112837946300253054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112837946300253054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112837946300253054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/10/let-us-so-live-that-when-we-come-to.html' title='&quot;Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.&quot;  -Mark Twain'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112778944024920125</id><published>2005-09-26T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T22:50:40.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: August 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a birthday on the 5th of the month you are inclined to work well with people and enjoy them. &lt;br /&gt;You are talented and versatile, very good at presenting ideas. &lt;br /&gt;You may have a tendency to get itchy feet at times and need change and travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be very progressive, imaginative and adaptable. &lt;br /&gt;Your mind is quick, clever and analytical. &lt;br /&gt;A restlessness in your nature may make you a bit impatient and easily bored with routine. &lt;br /&gt;You may have a tendency to shirk responsibility&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112778944024920125?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112778944024920125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112778944024920125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112778944024920125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112778944024920125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/09/your-birthdate-august-5-with-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112775744325518471</id><published>2005-09-26T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T13:57:23.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected four day weekend</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Governor Perdue, I've got a four day weekend.  In an effort to aid GA's minor gas crisis, and save 240,000 gallons of fuel a day, he cancelled school in Georgia for two days.  Can't beat that....  I'm about to buckle down on some housework.  Then, I'm going to Staples for a new UPS Battery Backup for the computer.  (Mine died last night.)  Fun times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great conversation with an old friend last night -  you know who you are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112775744325518471?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112775744325518471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112775744325518471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112775744325518471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112775744325518471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/09/unexpected-four-day-weekend.html' title='Unexpected four day weekend'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112753192233729717</id><published>2005-09-23T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T23:18:42.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Lobster</title><content type='html'>Well, the good 'ole boys finally won a game...  go JC!  The band looked great - I'm loving this year's show.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee - I don't care if you think I write like a freshman! I could write magnificent prose if I choose to, but I like my short, spirited, to-the-point style!  ;o)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin - shut up!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home tomorrow to see my parents.  I haven't visited in over a month.  That's such a strange feeling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prayers regarding hurricane rita*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112753192233729717?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112753192233729717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112753192233729717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112753192233729717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112753192233729717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/09/rock-lobster.html' title='Rock Lobster'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112734041799895102</id><published>2005-09-21T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T18:06:58.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I never hated a man enough to give the diamonds back."  Zsa Zsa Gabor</title><content type='html'>I realize that the from the subject of the post it sounds as if I am having "boy troubles."  Let me assure you, I am not... I merely find the quote hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a run down of the week so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY:  I got out of the car to walk into the school building, but was quickly asked by a principal to walk a group of children to the field behind the school.  I didn't know why, but I always follow directions, so we walked.  The students were confused, I was confused....  It was confusing overall.  I was finally able to find out that someone had called in a bomb threat to my school.  I could ALMOST sympathize with the person who considered taking out 600 middle schoolers. (Work a day in my shoes, and you'd understand too!)  But, we sat in a field from 7:30am until almost 11am.  It was 95 degrees outside.  (Georgia is still freakin' hot in September!)  It was a hoax - and the day was wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY:  Yearbook Picture day... yikes, need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY:  Early release day - The students were bussed out at 1:15 so that teachers could have inservice meetings.  What was our administrations assignment for the "Connections" team?   "Oh, I don't know...  Just meet and talk about something."  *ugh*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings us to now...  I'm tired, but glad to be relaxing for a little while before I cook dinner. (Cheesy Quesidilla Hamburger Helper if anyone is interested in sharing!)  :smooch:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112734041799895102?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112734041799895102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112734041799895102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112734041799895102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112734041799895102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-never-hated-man-enough-to-give.html' title='&quot;I never hated a man enough to give the diamonds back.&quot;  Zsa Zsa Gabor'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112708317152595274</id><published>2005-09-18T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T18:39:31.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gooooooo Dawgs!  Sic 'Em!</title><content type='html'>Tim, James, Sarah Beth and I went to the UGA v. University of LA Monroe game yesterday.  It was sooooo much fun!  I haven't been to a Georgia game in a few years, and you forget how cool it is to walk into a stadium and see nothing but red, black and white.  I had a blast!  &lt;br /&gt;     The game was pretty much a UGA blowout (44-7, I think.)  The band sounded great - I've always loved the Redcoats.  When I was younger (Middle/High school), I just KNEW that I'd go to UGA and march... I KNEW it.  Then, when it came time to actually choose a school, I choose UGA's polar opposite, GC&amp;SU.  24,000 less students, no football team...  Sometimes I feel like I missed out on those experiences.  However, I remind myself frequently that if I had attended UGA, I would have never had the opportunities that I had at a much smaller school.  I actually had quite a few classes that were just me and the professor.  How often does that happen at a school with 30,000+ students?  I was able to participate in Concert band, jazz band, pep band, brass quintet, brass ensemble, percussion ensemble... would I have been able to gain those experiences had I been in competition with 50 other trombone players, and not 5 others?  Who knows... I made the right choice for me choosing Georgia College and State University, but deep down, I still think I'm UGA gal....    Go Dawgs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112708317152595274?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112708317152595274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112708317152595274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112708317152595274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112708317152595274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/09/gooooooo-dawgs-sic-em.html' title='Gooooooo Dawgs!  Sic &apos;Em!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112666446520985193</id><published>2005-09-13T22:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:21:05.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is there always so much month left at the end of the money?</title><content type='html'>Can I get an amen?!?  It needs to be payday now... but, I've still got about two weeks to wait.  There are so many things that need to be paid for.  *sigh*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent in the registration for my students that will be auditioning for District/All-State Honor Band.  I have a few that really have tons of potential, and that really could make it.  *crossing my fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lundy and I ate at Waffle House after practice tonight...  that's a wild and crazy man there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a good thing that my yogurt has "live acidophilus and bifidus cultures"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I BE anymore random?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112666446520985193?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112666446520985193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112666446520985193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112666446520985193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112666446520985193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-is-there-always-so-much-month-left_13.html' title='Why is there always so much month left at the end of the money?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112647743614280150</id><published>2005-09-11T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T18:23:56.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you take this man.......</title><content type='html'>Gabriel and Marshall's wedding was yesterday.  It was BEAUTIFUL!  It was in the yard of Gabriel's neighbor with a gorgeous garden arch as the alter.  The reception was tons of fun!  I usually leave fairly quickly after the reception starts, but we stayed and danced and had a great time!  I'm so happy for them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112647743614280150?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112647743614280150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112647743614280150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112647743614280150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112647743614280150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-you-take-this-man.html' title='Do you take this man.......'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112623248374053830</id><published>2005-09-08T22:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:21:23.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants in the pants</title><content type='html'>Something absolutely hilarious happened at marching band practice today.  I'm sure that the girl that it happened to doesn't find it so funny, but I have to share.  A clarinet chick laid her clarinet on the field during the water break tonight.  While she was enjoying her water, ants crawled all over her clarinet.  After the break, she didn't notice - picked the clarinet up and started to play like nothing was wrong.  She began to feel a funny tickle in her throat and the suddenly it really hurt!  Ants had crawled into her mouth and bitten her throat!!  Can you believe that?!?  Only in Jones County.....    Holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112623248374053830?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112623248374053830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112623248374053830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112623248374053830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112623248374053830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/09/ants-in-pants_08.html' title='Ants in the pants'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112596640926375374</id><published>2005-09-05T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T20:26:49.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun stuff</title><content type='html'>I straight up stole this from Joy....  do it... it's fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reply with your name and I will write something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will then tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you.&lt;br /&gt;4. I will say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;br /&gt;5. I will give you a nickname.&lt;br /&gt;6. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll then ask you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;8. Put this in your journal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112596640926375374?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112596640926375374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112596640926375374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112596640926375374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112596640926375374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/09/fun-stuff.html' title='Fun stuff'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112561993551680776</id><published>2005-09-01T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:12:15.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheat Thins and Pepperoni</title><content type='html'>Nobody gets more of a laugh - when he's not looking - than the show off who uses complicated words for the simplest thoughts.  Remember Cliff, the postal worker on "Cheers"?  Below is a well-known expression rewritten in a way that would make Cliff proud! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you know what it means?  Leave a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To slay a brace of avian creatures with just a single petrous conglomeration."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112561993551680776?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112561993551680776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112561993551680776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112561993551680776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112561993551680776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/09/wheat-thins-and-pepperoni.html' title='Wheat Thins and Pepperoni'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112561965246389346</id><published>2005-09-01T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:07:32.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*hehe*   Diamonds might be cheaper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/640/gas.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/226/1084/320/gas.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112561965246389346?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112561965246389346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112561965246389346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112561965246389346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112561965246389346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/09/hehe-diamonds-might-be-cheaper.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112553335111025560</id><published>2005-08-31T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:09:11.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh air</title><content type='html'>What the heck's going on with the gas, huh?!?!?    Alright- that's the only tad bit of complaining I'm going to do tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become addicted to "So, You Think You Can Dance?" (the dance version of American Idol.)  I adore this show.  I watch every week... I call in and vote.  I feel like quite the teenie-bopper!  It's great to work hard during the day and be able to lose yourself for a half hour.  It's a mental vacation - love it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Memo to self**   Pay your GMEA dues!  If you see me, remind me to do this!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112553335111025560?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112553335111025560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112553335111025560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112553335111025560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112553335111025560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/08/fresh-air.html' title='fresh air'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112535498715054474</id><published>2005-08-29T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T18:36:27.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>alrighty then...</title><content type='html'>Today was an okay day... nothing terribly exciting happened.  I taught a few 6th graders how to put their instruments together...  They always get an adorable grin on their faces the first time that they hold their instrument correctly.  Then, I came home and went to Wal-Mart.  Why is it that I can never stick to my shopping list in that store?!?  Bad news for the checkbook!  Oh well.  I did find Apple Fanta, though.  One of the girls on the colorgaurd at JC suggested that I give it a try.  I hope it's good.  Well - since this is officially the lamest post in the history of weblogging, I'll run on to cook dinner.  Have a great evening!  Holla!&lt;br /&gt;oikfdg03607444444   (from Tango... the crazy cow cat)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112535498715054474?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112535498715054474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112535498715054474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112535498715054474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112535498715054474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/08/alrighty-then.html' title='alrighty then...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112527147460706645</id><published>2005-08-28T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:24:34.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thief</title><content type='html'>I sooooo stole this from someone else's site.  Who cares?!?  I love these lil' quizes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what's the first thing you look at? &lt;br /&gt;     My eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. How much cash do you have on you?&lt;br /&gt;     $24 and some change&lt;br /&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes with "TEST"? &lt;br /&gt;     Rest&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite plant? &lt;br /&gt;     Daisies&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;     Eldon &lt;br /&gt;6. What is your main ring tone on your phone? &lt;br /&gt;     The Sinister Minister&lt;br /&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing? &lt;br /&gt;     Peach t-shirt from old navy&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you "label" yourself? &lt;br /&gt;     Nah...&lt;br /&gt;9. Name brand of your shoes currently wearing? &lt;br /&gt;     none  :o)  &lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room? &lt;br /&gt;     it's dark right now&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? &lt;br /&gt;     The girl I stole this from is a sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you know what an 8-track is? &lt;br /&gt;     Sure 'nuff&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night? &lt;br /&gt;     You're too young to know!  ;o)   Nah - watching TV with Tim&lt;br /&gt;14. What did your last text message you received on your cell phone say? &lt;br /&gt;     "I love you.  Have a great night."&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you ever click on Pop-ups or banners? &lt;br /&gt;     OMG, NO!&lt;br /&gt;16.What's a saying that you say a lot? &lt;br /&gt;     "I'm not going to lie..." (stole that from James Mc!)  "Stop talking while I am giving instructions!"  (Middle school teacher... need I say more?)&lt;br /&gt;17. Who told you they loved you last? &lt;br /&gt;     Tim&lt;br /&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched? &lt;br /&gt;     My kittens&lt;br /&gt;19. How many hours a week do you work? &lt;br /&gt;     Oh geez...  7:30-4:00 everyday, plus marching band afterschool&lt;br /&gt;20. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed? &lt;br /&gt;     Just the one that's in the camera&lt;br /&gt;21.Favorite age you have been so far? &lt;br /&gt;     16... life was so easy then, even though I didn't realize it&lt;br /&gt;22. Your worst enemy? &lt;br /&gt;     Procrastination is my worst enemy!&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your current desk top picture? &lt;br /&gt;     A huge magnolia bloom&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone? &lt;br /&gt;     Hey Man... have a good night.  (to my neighbor)&lt;br /&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to erase all of your regrets, what would you choose? &lt;br /&gt;     Ohhh... toughie...  Definately some things that I'd like to have erased...   But, I leared something from each of them and if I erased them, I wouldn't know the things that I do now.  I'll go with the cash.  ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112527147460706645?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112527147460706645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112527147460706645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112527147460706645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112527147460706645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/08/thief.html' title='Thief'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112527009228515133</id><published>2005-08-28T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:01:32.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I-75 and thousands of Floridians</title><content type='html'>I just got home from visiting Tim for the weekend.  His birthday was Friday, so I went down for the family birthday party.  It was really a nice time.  I gave his little sister advice on her homecoming dress, helped his grandmother do a few dishes and talked gardening for a touch with his dad.  I'm beginning to feel much more comfortable there, and I hope that his family feels just as comfortable with me around.  The drive, however, was horrible!  Well... maybe not horrible, but there were TONS of people heading back to Florida.  (They had to evacuate because of hurricane Katrina.)  Busy, busy, busy interstate!  &lt;br /&gt;     I was just surfing around on the 'net Friday night after the game, looking for a web journal of a trumpet playing friend of mine from high school, and came across the journal of one of the high school students that I work with.  It's a small internet/world out there!  &lt;br /&gt;     Last week at school was a tad unpleasant... (lots of behavior/attitude issues that aren't really worth elaborating on...)   Here's to hoping that this week is more bearable.  *I will face the week with an optimistic attitude and a smile on my face... I will face the week with an optimistic attitude and a smile on my face....*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112527009228515133?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112527009228515133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112527009228515133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112527009228515133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112527009228515133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-75-and-thousands-of-floridians.html' title='I-75 and thousands of Floridians'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112511339870864183</id><published>2005-08-26T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:29:58.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a spanking</title><content type='html'>Well... the good 'ol JC football team got SPANKED tonight!  I don't know that I've ever personally witnessed such a loss in a high school football game.  69-0....  towards the end, we were all kind of hoping that the other team would hit 100 just for the novelty of it all.  *sigh*  At least the band did well.  :o)  I'm always so proud!  &lt;br /&gt;     The beginning of the game was an adventure for me.  During the pregrame show, the band forms a tunnel that the football players run through.  The band plays the 2001 fanfare while the director usually holds the team back until the fightsong begins.  Well, tonight, he had to go set up the video camera so I was recruited to hold back the football team.  Let me tell you.... high school boys are freakin' huge to begin with.  Then, add all those football pads and those boys were huge!!!!!  They were jumping and grunting and doing generally scary sounding things to pump themselves up for the game.    My job was really scary!  They wanted to run during the 2001 fanfare really bad, and I had to physically put my hands on these humungo boys to hold them back.  They could have killed me!  It was quite intimidating!  That was a lot of testosterone in one place!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIM!!!!!  I was so sad that I couldn't be with Tim on his birthday due to my band obligations.  But, I'm going to see him tomorrow.  It's been WAY too long since we've been able to see each other.  I hate this long distance thing.  I HATE IT.   Maybe not too much longer.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112511339870864183?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112511339870864183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112511339870864183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112511339870864183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112511339870864183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/08/spanking.html' title='a spanking'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112467272141240679</id><published>2005-08-21T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T21:05:21.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa, what a night.....</title><content type='html'>Gabriel's bachelorette party was last night.   We had SO much fun...  Just a few key words to spark memories, or to make you wonder what the heck went on.  ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-El Azteca and Luis&lt;br /&gt;-the Yatzee! league&lt;br /&gt;-Dea&lt;br /&gt;-white socks&lt;br /&gt;-Waffle House and the Iron Skillet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times....   Who's next?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112467272141240679?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112467272141240679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112467272141240679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112467272141240679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112467272141240679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/08/whoa-what-night.html' title='Whoa, what a night.....'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490781.post-112451043461399141</id><published>2005-08-19T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T00:00:34.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>made with pure olive oil</title><content type='html'>I think Hummus is my new favorite food.... anyone else like that stuff?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first football game tonight.  The band did so well!  I'm excited about seeing the show progress!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highschoolers are strange... they crack me up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a bachelorette party tomorrow....  Good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490781-112451043461399141?l=lorisue1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/feeds/112451043461399141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490781&amp;postID=112451043461399141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112451043461399141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490781/posts/default/112451043461399141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisue1981.blogspot.com/2005/08/made-with-pure-olive-oil.html' title='made with pure olive oil'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093622465436161927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlBAhPNybwI/TEpeH8FZ6dI/AAAAAAAAABM/q_JRV0CUjIM/S220/face1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
