<?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-7248512915198628606</id><updated>2012-01-08T08:56:06.313-05:00</updated><category term='KK'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='Taylor'/><title type='text'>Mama Becs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-7850107325983240412</id><published>2010-09-19T18:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T18:30:17.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>Whirlwind does not even begin to describe the past week. I've had this goofy looking smile pasted on my face since Wednesday and I don't think it's going to disappear or fade anywhere in the near future. At this point in time I'm very thankful for new friendships. Why? Because sometimes those friendships evolve and grow into very beautiful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now there is a red rose standing proudly on my kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yes. Miss H has a boyfriend. ;) ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-7850107325983240412?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/7850107325983240412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=7850107325983240412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7850107325983240412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7850107325983240412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/09/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-2458682769841096736</id><published>2010-09-09T16:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T16:29:02.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I'm loved</title><content type='html'>It makes my day when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my students from the past two years comes back to see me for math help even though she's now taking Algebra II in the high school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An amazing group of my high school students from last year come back to visit me after school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a marvelously long surprise phone call with a close friend from college as she drives from MI to KY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dinner plans include pesto cavatappi with grilled chicken, tomatoes, and mozzarella cheese.   Mmmmm... one of my favorites. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can enter school grades from my computer at home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realize I've had nearly a week of consecutive wonderfully eventful evenings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are only 15 days separating me, Colorado, and one of my dearest friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow is Friday, Colts day at work, and a long-awaited coffee date with none other than Mrs. V. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-2458682769841096736?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/2458682769841096736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=2458682769841096736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/2458682769841096736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/2458682769841096736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-know-im-loved.html' title='I know I&apos;m loved'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-2283998518432655041</id><published>2010-09-05T12:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T12:31:05.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings</title><content type='html'>Mine are the best.  Hands down.  No contest.  They rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once you've met all three of us I think each of us makes more sense as an individual.  Once you know the whole it's easier to understand the part. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-2283998518432655041?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/2283998518432655041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=2283998518432655041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/2283998518432655041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/2283998518432655041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/09/siblings.html' title='Siblings'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-9024357509009494270</id><published>2010-08-21T16:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:51:04.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of the Year Survey</title><content type='html'>Each year, on the first day of school, I have each of my students complete a "Beginning of the Year Survey" to help me get to know them.  I include questions such as "Why are you taking this course?" and "What is your goal for this course?" to "One thing I must know about you is...".  This last question is my favorite by far.  Some students have the most clever responses- like the one below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One thing you should know about me is that I'm a dreamer.  Sometimes my mind wanders off into total fantasy.  If this happens, don't try to talk to me- snap in my face or hit my desk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)  I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps the favorite moment of the first day involved a different student.  He was an 8th grader when I first began teaching and was advanced in his math courses.  Thus, he was taking Algebra (with another teacher) and Geometry that year.  Last year he took Algebra 2 and this year he is now in Precalc.  Apparently he's really been looking forward to being in one of my classes because when he walked through the door on Tuesday he looked at me with a great big grin and said "Finally!".  Well I'm flattered you've been looking forward to this moment so much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a great year 3 of teaching!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-9024357509009494270?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/9024357509009494270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=9024357509009494270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/9024357509009494270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/9024357509009494270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/08/beginning-of-year-survey.html' title='Beginning of the Year Survey'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-2256258534276536115</id><published>2010-08-13T22:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T22:40:46.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwelcome Eight-legged Guests</title><content type='html'>I recently spent two weeks with my family up at the lake.  It was, as usual, marvelous family time. :)  If I had one complaint, it would be the endless number of spiders that one couldn't help but notice walking along the water.  And these weren't your flimsy spiders either.  No, these were substantial nickel to quarter size spiders.  Now, while I tolerated their presence, I was also looking forward to returning to my spider-free apartment.  I had worked hard to keep my apartment free of such pests by regularly spraying a rather heavy duty repellent all over my deck, door frames, deck screen, and the screens to the windows I regularly opened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine my severe disappointment on Sunday afternoon when I return home and find a few eight-legged guests awaiting my arrival.  I couldn't figure out how they found their way inside in two short weeks when a longer absence earlier in the summer left no such results.  Over the next several days I dutifully killed an eight-legged being whenever it crossed my path.  The fly swatter or a flip flop were never far away.  Then today I had a little hint as to how the creatures were finding their way into a new 'home'.  As it so happens, the window in my office is rather stubborn and sticky.  In fact, it is INCREDIBLY stubborn and sticky.  I sprayed it with bug repellent last year, but it then took me nearly a half hour and a hammer to actually close the window.  So this year I decided to leave it closed and forgo spraying the screen with bug repellent.  Apparently at some point before I left, I had opened the window and then thought I closed it completely and locked it.  Well, the lock did not fully catch and the top half of the window slid down ever so slightly thus giving the critters a way in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I yanked that window up and securely locked it in place.  And then I began to vacuum.  I took the vacuum hose and attachment and vacuumed against the baseboards.  I vacuumed up the corners where two walls met.  I vacuumed the corners of the ceiling.  I vacuumed the corners where the ceiling met the wall.  And I did that in every room.  And then I vacuumed the floors.  And then I swiffered the hard floors.  And then I moped the wet floors.  And then I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other noteworthy moment.  Today I spotted a rather sizable spider hanging out on the wall behind my kitchen table.  I caught a glance of it out of the corner of my eye and, I'll be honest, I was slightly startled.  So I quickly grabbed the fly swatter and sent up a quick prayer "Lord, please help me kill him quickly with one slap and find him afterwards".  Swat.  Plop.  Trash.  My prayer was answered. :)  Unfortunately he did land on the table cloth.  It's now in the laundry basket. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, things you should've learned...&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't like spiders but can kill them when the situation demands it.&lt;br /&gt;2) Spraying spider repellent is effective... as long as you close windows where it was not used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-2256258534276536115?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/2256258534276536115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=2256258534276536115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/2256258534276536115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/2256258534276536115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/08/unwelcome-eight-legged-guests.html' title='Unwelcome Eight-legged Guests'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-7946935957446040550</id><published>2010-07-21T00:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T01:09:24.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kalamazoo Weekend</title><content type='html'>I spent this past weekend visiting my second 'family' in Kalamazoo.  It was phenomenal!  I pulled up to the driveway, got out of my car, and Mama J exclaimed "There's my other daughter!". :)  Awwww!  Before I began my drive north Susan had commented "I'd share my room with you, but you've got your own room in the house.  And of course 'my room' was just as it was when I left at the end of last summer.  It was unexpectedly comforting. :)  It truly is another home.  I loved having girly chats while prepping food in the kitchen, eating family dinners (including Sunday lunch with the grandmas!) and joining in on night time conversations around the table.  Incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night Sarah, Susan, Steffi and I went to a local community theatre to see a production of "Peter Pan".  It was extra special since they knew several of the cast members.  What a great way to spend the evening!  Church on Sunday was marvelous.  Wedged between Steffi and Suz I felt right at home. :)  Suz departs for med school again at the end of the month.  Hopefully this will be the year that I make it out to CO to visit her.  As I've never been west of Iowa, that trip will be especially monumental.  She has her exam schedule, I have my cross country meet schedule... now we just need to find a weekend that coordinates with both schedules. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama J sent me home with a giant cool-whip container of MI blueberries.  They're delicious... and half-gone. ;)  Thanks Mama J!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-7946935957446040550?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/7946935957446040550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=7946935957446040550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7946935957446040550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7946935957446040550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/07/kalamazoo-weekend.html' title='A Kalamazoo Weekend'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-2340544731548554104</id><published>2010-07-15T23:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:33:46.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning the Inbox</title><content type='html'>I just cleaned out my e-mail inbox- I went from 746 to 75. Oh yeah. Another one of the items on my summer 'to do' list can now be crossed off. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent this week being slightly productive and completely relaxed. It's been divine. My linens are all refolded and rearranged so the edges don't show. My car had an oil change and a bath. I cleaned out several binders from my bookcases. (The hallway bookcase still needs to be tackled. It has all the materials I gathered for textbook adoption this past year. On second thought, maybe it'll just stay like that this year until we actually complete the adoption process.) I applied for a passport, ordered more checks at the bank, painted, ran, biked, wrote letters, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I've spent the past 6 school years in IN, this is actually the first time I've spent any relatively significant portion of summer vacation in the state. During college I'd return to MI to see my family and work. Even this year I went to NC to work for a few weeks. But now I'm here, in IN, at my apartment, my official place of residence, just hanging out. And it's not at all odd. Perhaps it has something to do with how happy I was to see the corn fields when I returned to the state (yes, excited, and that is in no way an exaggeration) or how familiar, normal, and right it felt to be driving back into town and my apartment complex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-2340544731548554104?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/2340544731548554104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=2340544731548554104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/2340544731548554104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/2340544731548554104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/07/cleaning-inbox.html' title='Cleaning the Inbox'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-5236856990534905456</id><published>2010-07-12T13:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T13:35:44.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again, home again, clickity click</title><content type='html'>After traipsing about for the past month or so I once again find myself in the comforts of my IN apartment.  While I was gone, IN experienced its fair share of summer storms.  Naturally, the winds (and flimsy deck railing) knocked my satellite out of alignment.  I've spent the past three days periodically shaking, twisting, and using all my usual tricks to make it work again.  But to no avail.  So this afternoon I resorted to calling tech support.  The normal tech gal had me unplug the receiver, replug it, and then try to turn it on.  It didn't work.  So they transferred me to the advanced tech department.  The gal there had me go through and check device numbers, satellite numbers, etc before determining that there wasn't anything she could do.  She suggested that they send a tech person out to check the dish since it probably wasn't aligned (I could've told you that).  Great, I like that idea.  Except that it would cost $95.  No thank you.  I will gladly find new ways to contort the dish so that it points to the sky at precisely the correct angle.  Two minutes after I hung up my TV was working. ;)  Now, resetting the receiver probably helped the process, but I would like to say once again that I am a master at fixing the dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since being back I've been to a hog roast (a-mazing!), went running with the gal I used to coach with (and stopped for an Ivanhoe's lunch), and helped a friend paint her and her husband's new apartment.  Tonight is kickball and tomorrow morning I have a coffee date with another friend.  Love it.  Hopefully I can get my bike in for a tune-up so it'll be ready for the team tri in 2 weeks.  Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whelp, it's about time I get back to cleaning out the cupboards and reorganizing the closets.  How in the world have I managed to collect so much in just the past two years?  This is not good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-5236856990534905456?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/5236856990534905456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=5236856990534905456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5236856990534905456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5236856990534905456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-again-home-again-clickity-click.html' title='Home again, home again, clickity click'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-1150646389041691393</id><published>2010-06-24T23:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:09:32.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bocci Ball and Lightning Bugs</title><content type='html'>Last night I played bocci ball with some friends and then sat in the twilight watching the lightning bugs come out.  It was incredibly peaceful.  During the course of the evening I had a glimpse of the landscape from a new angle.  I saw the bell tower directly against the sky with a background unobstructed by any mountains or hills.  It was beautiful.  A part of me was reminded that I do miss my Indiana plains.  As beautiful as the mountains are, I guess I really am a midwest girl at heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-1150646389041691393?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/1150646389041691393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=1150646389041691393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1150646389041691393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1150646389041691393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/06/bocci-ball-and-lightning-bugs.html' title='Bocci Ball and Lightning Bugs'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-7666489668284516522</id><published>2010-06-22T22:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:31:57.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How else do you say "I care"?</title><content type='html'>me: [before erasing the whiteboard] Speak now or forever hold your peace.&lt;br /&gt;my TA: Do you know they don't say that at weddings anymore?&lt;br /&gt;me: What?  Why?&lt;br /&gt;my TA: I don't know.  Too many divorces?&lt;br /&gt;me: Well, I guess it's better to voice your opinions before the actual wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;my TA: But then you can't make a big scene.&lt;br /&gt;student:  Yeah.  How else do you say "I care"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hil-ar-i-ous!  That last line will probably find its way onto the Algebra page of the students' termbook by the end of camp. ;)  And this is why I love middle schoolers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-7666489668284516522?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/7666489668284516522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=7666489668284516522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7666489668284516522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7666489668284516522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-else-do-you-say-i-care.html' title='How else do you say &quot;I care&quot;?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-1739781000420389995</id><published>2010-06-21T01:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:06:12.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Appalachian Mts</title><content type='html'>My NC roommate and I went hiking Saturday after teaching in the morning.  This is what we saw.  Pictures simply can't do the view justice.  It was my first hike through the mountains, and it was entirely worth it- even if I did have to deal with my fear of heights. ;)  I love my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/TB7yjQMPsjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KEOj0ia39Yc/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485088083639513650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/TB7yjQMPsjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KEOj0ia39Yc/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-1739781000420389995?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/1739781000420389995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=1739781000420389995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1739781000420389995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1739781000420389995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/06/appalachian-mts.html' title='Appalachian Mts'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/TB7yjQMPsjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KEOj0ia39Yc/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-5169789404898476150</id><published>2010-06-17T22:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:07:44.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOAA online streaming audio</title><content type='html'>I have found the most comforting piece of summer home life possible.  It's the NOAA Weather Radio streaming audio of coastal marine forecasts.  The automated voices are familiar and strangely comforting as I listen to them here in the mountains of NC and clearly picture myself on Lake Huron.  The only downfall- they have yet to use the MAFOR code so I can't practice using that forecasting system.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any of you who may appreciate this... or simply marvel at my quirks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nws.noaa.gov/nwr/streamaudio.htm"&gt;www.nws.noaa.gov/nwr/streamaudio.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-5169789404898476150?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/5169789404898476150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=5169789404898476150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5169789404898476150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5169789404898476150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/06/noaa-online-streaming-audio.html' title='NOAA online streaming audio'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-8003987593478696736</id><published>2010-06-14T21:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:10:26.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsong's "You'll Come"</title><content type='html'>This is my current favorite song.  The first two lines are especially meaningful.  I love the power behind the word "resolved".  Enjoy!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided I have resolved&lt;br /&gt;To wait upon You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;My Rock and Redeemer, Shield and Reward&lt;br /&gt;I wait upon You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely as the sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;You'll come to us&lt;br /&gt;Certain as the dawn appears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll come.  Let your glory fall as you respond to us&lt;br /&gt;Spirit rain flood into our thirsty hearts again&lt;br /&gt;You'll come.  You'll come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not shaken we are not moved&lt;br /&gt;We wait upon You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;The mighty Deliverer, the Triumph and Truth&lt;br /&gt;We wait upon You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely as the sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;You'll come to us&lt;br /&gt;Certain as your word endures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll come.  Let your glory fall as you respond to us&lt;br /&gt;Spirit rain flood into our thirsty hearts again&lt;br /&gt;You'll come.  You'll come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chains be broken&lt;br /&gt;Lives be healed&lt;br /&gt;Eyes be opened&lt;br /&gt;Christ is revealed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-8003987593478696736?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/8003987593478696736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=8003987593478696736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/8003987593478696736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/8003987593478696736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/06/hillsongs-youll-come.html' title='Hillsong&apos;s &quot;You&apos;ll Come&quot;'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-9198393610944456042</id><published>2010-06-12T23:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T00:02:31.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IN, OH, MI, NC, oh my!</title><content type='html'>The travels have ended... or at least paused for the next 3 weeks.  I am now settled in a college apartment in the mountains of NC and the only traveling I anticipate doing is the walk up and down 390 steps on the way to and from my classroom multiple times a day.  Oh, and don't worry, those steps are still separated by sufficient uphills too.  Quite the difference from Indiana I dare say.  I can see a windmill from my apartment window and many mountain tops from my classroom window.  Beautiful.  It rains quite frequently, or at least it did today.  I've learned to always carry my umbrella and raincoat with me.  And no, I didn't learn the hard way.  I was just thankful the rain always fell while I was inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note... have you ever wondered what happens when you google your name?  I had the sudden urge to do so this evening (while I was taking a break from lesson planning).  The first link was for my blog and the second was for my facebook page.  The fifth link went to my school's website and everything else on that first page was related to running- race times and such.  The majority of the links on the following four pages were also for meet results.  So there you are.  I guess that's a pretty accurate picture of my life over the past 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While one can never truly have 'too much' planning time, I'm ready to have the students arrive tomorrow and get the ball rolling for this summer.  I'm super excited to be teaching Algebra I- it's definitely a favorite of mine.  Of course that may simply be because I've taught it the longest.  Either way, it'll be grand.  Hooray Duke TIP 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-9198393610944456042?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/9198393610944456042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=9198393610944456042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/9198393610944456042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/9198393610944456042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-oh-mi-nc-oh-my.html' title='IN, OH, MI, NC, oh my!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-754259984697948710</id><published>2010-05-09T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:23:31.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping up the School Year</title><content type='html'>I am an expert on shaking and twisting my satellite dish back into alignment.  Expert, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the next month I will:&lt;br /&gt;- have a crazy schedule at school.  (Good-bye 47 minute periods.  Hello 57 and 35 minute periods.)&lt;br /&gt;- finish the track season.&lt;br /&gt;- administer the Algebra ECA exam.&lt;br /&gt;- celebrate the end of my sister's semester.&lt;br /&gt;- spend a weekend with my college roommate.&lt;br /&gt;- attend Taylor's graduation.&lt;br /&gt;- administer 3 different exams to 5 different class periods.&lt;br /&gt;- finish my second year teaching.&lt;br /&gt;- [hopefully] locate the school's supply of Physics textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;- attend a good friend's wedding in Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;- proudly watch my brother graduate from high school.&lt;br /&gt;- fly to North Carolina to teach for Duke TIP for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times ahead! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-754259984697948710?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/754259984697948710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=754259984697948710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/754259984697948710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/754259984697948710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/05/wrapping-up-school-year.html' title='Wrapping up the School Year'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-6264778693505598259</id><published>2010-05-03T21:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:15:41.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie marathon.  On a school night.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so perhaps you wouldn't call two movies back-to-back a marathon, but on a weeknight it definitely feels like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home early this evening and was sitting by my open deck door enjoying a delicious ravioli dinner (thank you frozen Market Day) as I watched a beautiful storm roll in.  The clouds darkened and hastened their movement and all could tell the storm was imminent.  Suddenly the winds break loose and come rushing over the fields.  Now, Indiana is quite windy, but I have not seen winds like this in quite some time.  My kitchen window was open and items began flying across my table uncontrollably.  I rushed over and fought the window into a secure position.  And then I attempted to do the same with the deck door.  Except it was slightly more difficult.  Simply closing the door was not sufficient.  The wind still forced its way through the tiniest cracks and crevices making the most awfully loud screeching and whistling noise.  Thankfully once the deadbolt was secured it quieted down significantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, along with these shenanigans inside the apartment, my satellite dish outside was also getting a significant workout.  The winds knocked it out of alignment.  Now granted, this is not exactly a difficult feat to accomplish since it rests on a less than sturdy railing.  Often a little wiggle will set things right again.  Yet this was not to be this evening.  Since I had a good deal of grading to do this evening I was slightly perturbed at the prospect of doing so without entertainment.  At that moment I decided it was perfectly appropriate for me to pop in a movie.  Wanting to be as productive as possible I knew it had to be a movie I knew fairly well so I would not become too involved with watching it but could be completely content listening to it as a little background noise.  Enter "National Treasure".  The first movie just ended, the second has just begun, and I am over half-way done with my grading for the evening.  I think this will be a success- especially if it involves coffee and/or ice cream at some point.  (It'll probably be both.)  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-6264778693505598259?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/6264778693505598259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=6264778693505598259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6264778693505598259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6264778693505598259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/05/movie-marathon-on-school-night.html' title='Movie marathon.  On a school night.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-6519548966255435459</id><published>2010-04-26T20:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:59:38.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years</title><content type='html'>It's been 4 years since the Taylor van accident on I-69.  Time has passed so quickly, yet it feels like that evening happened a lifetime ago.  I vividly remember first getting the news- then the panicked walk to the chapel, frantically searching each face I encountered so I could account for those closest to me.  The wailing that evening is unequivocal to anything else I've experienced.  But so is God's grace.  Praise the Lord for His faithfulness in the midst of our immense grief!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-6519548966255435459?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/6519548966255435459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=6519548966255435459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6519548966255435459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6519548966255435459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/04/4-years.html' title='4 years'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-4279174954680082782</id><published>2010-04-17T23:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:59:33.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes my life is just fun(ny)</title><content type='html'>During notes- in the middle of an example (and I mean the &lt;em&gt;middle&lt;/em&gt;)!&lt;br /&gt;"Miss H, are you always this excited about math?"&lt;br /&gt;(Why yes, I do believe I am.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, during notes, but between examples this time (thankfully).&lt;br /&gt;"Miss H, you know what I think you should do?  You should quit teaching and become that lady for the Orbit gum commercials."&lt;br /&gt;(Again with the enthusiasm... and because I make them keep their mouths clean in class... at least with their language.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Madison County meet last night.&lt;br /&gt;High school boy: Hey there.  How &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; doin' tonight?&lt;br /&gt;(I'm the &lt;em&gt;coach&lt;/em&gt;.  Do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; try to pick me up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athletic director: That girl's running across the infield pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Assistant Principal: That's not a girl.  That's Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;(I want to know how many times I was mistaken for an athlete that evening...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-4279174954680082782?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/4279174954680082782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=4279174954680082782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4279174954680082782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4279174954680082782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-my-life-is-just-funny.html' title='Sometimes my life is just fun(ny)'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-6730787688003317449</id><published>2010-04-01T21:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:24:32.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>81 on April 1st</title><content type='html'>I arrived back at my apartment just before 8 this evening (after a stop for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;takeout&lt;/span&gt; at B dubs- woo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!). My car thermometer still read 81. I coached in shorts and a tank top today- and I have the [dark] pink tan lines to prove it. Man, I missed the sun more than I realized! We had day 1 of time trials at practice today and we'll conclude with the 400 and 800 tomorrow. A local newspaper called this evening for information on the team to print in tomorrow's newspaper. Next Thursday is our first outdoor meet. I guess this is really happening. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week a friend from Hartford City, John, very graciously agreed to drive over to Madison-Grant to coach our throwers. They've improved dramatically since Monday and their power stances are looking great! The glide is coming along and, for the time being, we've put a hold on the rotational spin method for shot. Baby steps. They've all enjoyed having a throws 'expert' hanging around and John has appreciated the chance to be around track and field again. It's a win-win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week began our 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; marking period. Eight more weeks in the school year. Where in the world did year 2 go?! The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TUTF&lt;/span&gt; athletes come back from their spring break PCB trip late Easter Sunday. I may have a few of them over that night since dorms don't open again until Monday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the weather remains this beautiful through the weekend I just might have to take my bike out for a nice ride and get some good cycling miles in. And, on a semi-related note, if you're asthmatic, it's probably a good idea to use your inhaler before any given workout... just a thought ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-6730787688003317449?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/6730787688003317449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=6730787688003317449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6730787688003317449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6730787688003317449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/04/81-on-april-1st.html' title='81 on April 1st'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-4737518367328584780</id><published>2010-03-19T18:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T18:12:51.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And then it was March</title><content type='html'>January?  Really?  Has it really been that long?  Well since I last left some tidbits here I've traveled to Indy to see my brother swim, been through more snow days than I ever anticipated (5 withing 2 weeks- 4 of them in 1 week alone), made more concrete plans to begin teaching physics next year, began my first track season as head coach (and had a record turnout- currently 28 girls!), hired 2 assistant track coaches, was sneaky sneaky and helped bring my best friend in to IN from CO for a mutual friend's bridal shower, got caught in a snow storm and had to ditch the surprise trip to MI to watch my brother's Super Leagues swim meet, traveled to MI to cheer my brother through State Finals (and to an 8th place all-state finish!), and made it to spring break.  And yes, that's probably a run-on sentence.  My apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for today... well today is simply marvelous.  The sun is shining brightly, a slight breeze is coming through my windows, I made a fabulous strawberry-banana smoothie, my track girls had a blast playing Ultimate Frisbee for practice, and it's SPRING BREAK!  I'd dare say my spring break plans trump all others.  I'm staying in my apartment and relaxing.  I'm catching up on work, cleaning, baking, and enjoying some down time.  Of course next Thursday I'm leaving with two of my fellow DMS gals to visit another DMS member and her husband out in MO.  We haven't seen them since their July wedding so it'll be an absolutely spectacular time!  Spring is most definitely here and I'm finally getting over the ridiculous semi-cold that hung around for the entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tonight is going to be an upside-down-orange-pecan-french-toast kind of night. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-4737518367328584780?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/4737518367328584780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=4737518367328584780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4737518367328584780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4737518367328584780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-then-it-was-march.html' title='And then it was March'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-1028979999192985397</id><published>2010-01-11T22:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:16:54.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning Spring Semester</title><content type='html'>I just over-popped my second straight bag of popcorn.  I have no trouble with cooking and baking so you'd think I could master the popcorn thing.  Maybe the snack-size bags are just throwing me off.  Despite its overly-done state, I continue to pick through the kernels as I sit in my apartment with a heated blanket and raspberry lemonade listening to the train pass through town.  Peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas decorations are down both in my apartment and my classroom thanks to much help from my sister and students.  However, the lights and snowflakes remain up in my classroom since winter is far from over in dear IN.  Thursday brought continual snowfall throughout the day which resulted in a 2 hr early release.  The snow continued long enough to give us our first snow day of the school year on Friday.  That evening I met up with some old friends [and some new ones too] for dinner at b dubs.  I had forgotten how simply wonderful it is to spend significant time with people who know you so incredibly well.  It almost felt like a homecoming of sorts.  We all had a marvelous time and are eagerly looking forward to the next opportunity we have to reconvene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon Kirstin came over and helped me with chores around the apartment while watching bits and pieces of "The Sound of Music".  Classic.  We made a valiant attempt at a semi-homemade pizza and decided that, while quite edible, we can make several improvements next time, the first of which being a fully cooked crust.  (Oops.  I missed the part where the Pillsbury can told me to precook the crust for 5 minutes before adding the toppings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I was convicted of how bare-boned my prayer life has become lately.  It's a far cry from where I want to be in my conversations with my Savior.  This summer I had begun reading "Intercessory Prayer" by Dutch Sheets but did not have the chance to finish it before the school year started up again.  I want to pick that back up and continue picking away at the chapters until I finish.  And then I'll go through and read it again.  It's just that... packed and intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track season is just about a month away.  While excited for its arrival, I'm afraid it'll sneak up on me all too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my sister can carry 2 gallons of milk, 2 gallons of orange juice, creamer, bananas, cereal and other various groceries up the stairs to my apartment in one trip without breaking a sweat.  (It was also 6 degrees outside when she did this...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-1028979999192985397?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/1028979999192985397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=1028979999192985397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1028979999192985397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1028979999192985397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2010/01/beginning-spring-semester.html' title='Beginning Spring Semester'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-4211101917738919409</id><published>2009-12-09T20:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:57:45.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December Thunderstorm?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it's not confirmed, but I'm very nearly certain that I heard several loud and deep rolls of thunder as I was getting ready for work this morning.  Regardless, it's been a nasty and strange day for weather.  Indiana is supposed to be windy, but I had a dreadfully hard time walking to my car this afternoon.  I was super close to walking into other cars- that had people sitting in them.  That would've been embarrassing.  And for those of you who are saying 'well that's not surprising, she can be a klutz', it was so windy that my car was shaking as I was simply sitting in the parking lot.  So there.  It was just as though I were driving down a dirt road in Michigan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;I wrote my first letter of recommendation last month.  This week the student came back to show me her acceptance letter!  So incredibly proud! :)&lt;br /&gt;I have more tubs of ice cream than bags of vegetables in my freezer.  (I have two bags of mixed veggies.)&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas tree (in my apartment) is still not decorated.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is the DMS Christmas reunion.  Christmas movies, sugar cookies, and the 2nd annual ornament exchange will fill the weekend with wonderful fun and laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-4211101917738919409?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/4211101917738919409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=4211101917738919409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4211101917738919409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4211101917738919409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-thunderstorm.html' title='December Thunderstorm?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-5791097918154114214</id><published>2009-12-07T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:09:41.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow</title><content type='html'>There were sporadic predictions of snow for the end of last week and this past weekend.  Thankfully they delayed their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; until last night and did not interfere with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wheaton&lt;/span&gt; road trip weekend to see friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning several other teachers and I were discussing the road conditions and the dreadfully slow traffic on the way to work.  I began &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; about the first snow we'd experience in Michigan- or at least the first true snow.  Dad and I would take the Blazer out in the significantly covered subdivision roads.  I would have to drive the 25 mph speed limit and then slam on the brakes when Dad instructed me to do so.  It was a great time to be reminded how the vehicle handles and regain confidence in the new road conditions.  Upon relaying this story to my co-workers one gal leans over and simply said "You have such a great dad.  He is just amazing."  Thanks dad! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-5791097918154114214?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/5791097918154114214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=5791097918154114214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5791097918154114214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5791097918154114214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-snow.html' title='First Snow'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-6515993582035186395</id><published>2009-11-30T20:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:29:48.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Trees (and other somewhat related items)</title><content type='html'>After a wonderful (but all too short) visit to Michigan for Thanksgiving, I'm back in Indiana and life is back to its normal and busy pace.  We have three weeks of classes left before Christmas break which means I'm winding down the last units and finalizing the review guides and exams which are approaching all too quickly.  (I think my students would agree.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had dinner at Ivanhoe's with four spectacular gals I have/had the privilege of working with the past year and a half.  It was wonderful to have the chance to spend time together outside of work and simply relax and catch up on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I returned home and took part in Cyber Monday for the first time.  Unfortunately the purchase was a selfish one.  I 'happened upon' the TYR website and couldn't pass up the phenomenal deal on some triathlon gear for my race(s) this coming summer.  Hooray for 50% off sales, an additional 25% off, and free shipping! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm decorating my tree while watching "You've Got Mail" and drinking coffee from a Christmas mug.  (My Christmas mug 'collection' nearly doubles my number of coffee mugs.  Almost but not quite.  I like coffee mugs.  Right Rach?)  I'm also setting aside my classroom tree decorations to bring to work.  A few students are staying after school tomorrow to help me set up a Christmas tree in my classroom- complete with apple ornaments.  I think they would've come on their own, but I'm also shamelessly bribing them with chocolate chip cookies and chocolate covered pretzels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love decorating for Christmas but doing so by myself is quite possibly one of the easiest ways to be reminded that I'm alone.  Well, that and receiving mail addressed to the [insert last name here] Household.  Sweet.  Thanks.  Me, myself, and I will really enjoy this letter.  On  the upside, my insurance agent sent me Christmas return address labels with my name and address on them... :P (I feel so official.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I should probably hang a few more bows and ornaments on the tree and return to doing some schoolwork for tomorrow.  Happy last day of November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Countdown to the Streamwood/Wheaton weekend extravaganza: 4 days!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-6515993582035186395?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/6515993582035186395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=6515993582035186395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6515993582035186395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6515993582035186395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-trees-and-other-somewhat.html' title='Christmas Trees (and other somewhat related items)'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-7015357338724228038</id><published>2009-11-12T19:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:09:08.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies for Trig</title><content type='html'>My dear trig students have had a slightly stressful week.  Tonight I'm baking them chocolate chip cookies.  Tomorrow we'll leave technology for a day and [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt;] get outside for just a bit to do some math with chalk in the parking lot.  A change of pace can be good every so often. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the smell of the cookies baking, my favorite candle on the candle warmer, and the chance to eat some cookie dough my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt; is feeling quite cozy right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-7015357338724228038?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/7015357338724228038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=7015357338724228038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7015357338724228038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7015357338724228038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/11/cookies-for-trig.html' title='Cookies for Trig'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-1128898383670048227</id><published>2009-11-08T18:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:36:48.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring in November</title><content type='html'>November&lt;br /&gt;6:30p&lt;br /&gt;pitch black&lt;br /&gt;sight breeze&lt;br /&gt;65 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTIFUL! :)&lt;br /&gt;Can it stay like this all winter?  Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Christmas decorations in Wal-Mart seemed very out-of-place today.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-1128898383670048227?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/1128898383670048227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=1128898383670048227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1128898383670048227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1128898383670048227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/11/spring-in-november.html' title='Spring in November'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-5365261099789335888</id><published>2009-10-04T20:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:08:15.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I purchased two mums from a fundraiser at school.  They serve three purposes 1) they are a true sign of fall 2) they make the deck beautiful- and I can enjoy them from my perch at the card table in the family room and 3) they make me feel like a grown-up.  Don't ask me why, but owning potted plants just sounds impressive... in a very small way. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have 5 meets and two weeks left in both my jr. high and high school cross country seasons combined.  I've had wonderful athletes this season which made for a marvelous team.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandpa passed away two Thursdays ago.  Kirstin and I got the news on Friday.  It made for a difficult weekend, but we were both glad to be able to spend it together.  This past week I've been blessed to have many condolences from my co-workers.  I love the staff at our school!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The family came down this weekend for TU's parents weekend.  Mom brought down a marvelous supply of MI cider, apples, and cider donuts as well as some fresh bakery bread and homemade pumpkin muffins.  We enjoyed dinner in the DC last night, dessert at Ivanhoe's, and then a Cracker Barrel breakfast this morning.  Mom, dad, and Tim came over to my apartment for about an hour to help me hang curtains and move around some furniture to make a true home for my bike.  As it was too big for my storage closet, we relocated a bookcase and dresser to open up enough space in my office.  It's nice to have just a little more room in my family room now. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This evening I had quite possibly the longest phone call of my life.  Three solid hours with my college roommate.  Marvelous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been fighting a cold on and off for the past two weeks.  This afternoon I think I finally succumbed to the sickness.  Hopefully it runs its course quickly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TU's homecoming is in two weeks.  This year will be particularly special with the numerous events to celebrate the 25th anniversary of the women's cross country program!  Many of the girls I ran with my freshman and sophomore years will be coming back into town for the weekend.  It'll be a grand Maddawg reunion! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-5365261099789335888?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/5365261099789335888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=5365261099789335888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5365261099789335888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5365261099789335888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-1823102736154745551</id><published>2009-09-06T23:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:50:31.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend '09</title><content type='html'>Labor Day weekend.  I realized once again how much I absolutely adore 3-day weekends.  Especially when they don't involve long road trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I reorganized various things around the apartment... it needed to be done and I was trying to avoid grading and planning while still pretending to accomplish something.  The wire shelving unit moved from the family room/kitchen threshold to the front closet.  The office closet shelf is completely reorganized (or perhaps simply organized).  I have a bookcase in the office now.  This would make bookcase number three for the apartment.  What can I say, I like books.  And 3-ring binders.  At this point I think last year's school binders and materials will find a home on those shelves so they will have their own central location (other than the little wall space beside the bookshelves in the family room).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kirstin came over in the afternoon for some work time with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Football!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went out to dinner at Mi Pueblo on the other side of Marion- Kirstin's first visit :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We stopped by Wal-Mart (naturally).  It was Kirstin's first visit to the newly remodeled store.  (I purchased a lettuce spinner!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starbucks (Rach, I tried the Pumpkin Spice Latte.  It was a hit.  Thanks.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kirstin's first trip to Meijer.  It was wonderful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pancake breakfast, complete with strawberries and whipped cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More work time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sanded wood for a make-shift bookcase for my classroom.  Yes, I did this over a plastic tablecloth in the middle of my family room- and loved every minute of it.  Oh, the memories of dad's workshop...  Don't worry, I'm skilled enough to have a beautiful end product while keeping all the sawdust on the plastic mat to be easily vacuumed away. :)  I've had some practice...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cover the ends of decorative cinder blocks with silicone to serve as supports for the bookcase without scratching the lab counter tops in my room.  They look snazzy.  Once again, I'm pleased with myself.  (Thanks, Dad!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Munchies including our new favorite snack- football shaped pretzels!  Kirstin and I were thrilled with that discovery at Wal-Mart last night!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kirstin returned to Taylor and I continued working through my massive pile of grading.  It's my own fault.  I let it pile up this week.  However, I will make the excuse that I had two cross country meets added to my schedule.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grilled cheese dinner on pumpernickel bread with "Runaway Bride"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go in to work to enter grades for midterms (due this week)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iron my slacks for the week (and make sure my athletic shirts have made it through the laundry)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anna comes up from Indy mid-afternoon and then we shall drive over to a friend's home for a nice Labor Day BBQ party.  Hooray for friends (and family)!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;Kirstin started her sophomore year at Taylor.  My eldest cousin is just beginning  her senior year student teaching in western PA.  My younger cousin moved to Wheaton to begin his college academic and swimming career.  And my brother was accepted to Taylor for the next academic year (although I'm sure he'd attend right now if they would let him skip his senior year of high school).  All the cousins are growing up, and I love it!  Go family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-1823102736154745551?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/1823102736154745551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=1823102736154745551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1823102736154745551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1823102736154745551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-weekend-09.html' title='Labor Day Weekend &apos;09'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-342834539285814525</id><published>2009-08-19T21:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:33:25.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch means 'look out'.  Warning, 'here it comes'!</title><content type='html'>Thanks dad for that saying- and the crazy faces and voices that go along with it. I'm not forgetting that anytime soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in my apartment right now you would think you were passing under a waterfall. It is raining. Hard. I can appreciate a good rain and especially a good thunderstorm. That is not a problem at all. The problem comes with the tornado watch tonight. As my apartment is on the second floor I do not have a good option to hide from a tornado if need be. Humph. Maybe I should work on that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I picked up this year's first Market Day order. My freezer is now completely full (and I mean FULL) of wonderful goodness. Chicken, ravioli, french toast sticks, and pizzas were last night's additions. I found ice cream on sale at Meijer tonight and had forgotten about my already full freezer. Thus, the ice bucket had to sacrifice its spot for the ice cream. See, I told you the freezer was full. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and mark your calendars. September 8th. My Smartboard installation date. :D Go technology!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-342834539285814525?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/342834539285814525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=342834539285814525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/342834539285814525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/342834539285814525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/08/watch-means-look-out-warning-here-it.html' title='Watch means &apos;look out&apos;.  Warning, &apos;here it comes&apos;!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-4954995835734974734</id><published>2009-08-16T21:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:21:02.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coach H meets CC (x2)</title><content type='html'>News break: I'm coaching junior high cross country.  And high school cross country.  Crazy?  Perhaps.  But those junior high runners need a coach and a team.  Practice starts Tuesday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an incredibly productive weekend.  I spent the vast majority of Saturday completing all of my lesson plans for the coming week.  Hooray for being completely planned and prepared!  Today I gave the kitchen a good scrub-down, vacuumed the floors, washed the linoleum, and dusted.  This afternoon I took a nice break to watch the track and field World Championships.  Congratulations to Bolt for a new 100m dash world record!  9.58!  And of course Tyson Gay had a phenomenal race with a new American record of 9.71!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I decided to make a few meals that would be good for a quick reheat on a late night (sure to happen frequently with junior high and high school meets coming up shortly).  I now have several helpings of Chicken Marsala, Chicken Parmesan, and Beef Nachos Supreme in the freezer.  A fresh loaf of banana bread is also sliced, buttered, and packaged for a quick out-the-door breakfast.  Of course that will wait until I finish Saturday's chocolate chip coffee cake (which has almost disappeared already). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing AND productive.  Weekends don't get much better than that. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-4954995835734974734?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/4954995835734974734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=4954995835734974734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4954995835734974734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4954995835734974734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/08/coach-h-meets-cc-x2.html' title='Coach H meets CC (x2)'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-6465616587397108840</id><published>2009-08-10T21:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:35:18.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2009-2010; Day 0</title><content type='html'>Today was Media Day Fall 2009!  Woo hoo for being 'promoted' from junior high to high school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;8-10 all corporation breakfast and meeting&lt;br /&gt;10:15-11:45 junior high staff meeting&lt;br /&gt;12-12:30 cross country pictures&lt;br /&gt;12:30-1 lunch&lt;br /&gt;1-1:30 co-teaching meeting&lt;br /&gt;1:30-3:15 high school staff meeting&lt;br /&gt;3:15-3:45 co-teaching meeting (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;3:45-8 classroom work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School hasn't even started and I already put in the first 12-hour day of the year.  Go teaching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the students to arrive tomorrow and get the ball rolling.  The smartboard still needs to be installed but the boxes are at least set aside on the counters to clear the workbenches (now serving as desks) for class tomorrow.  The weekly homework schedule chalkboard is nearly set up and had a slight little upgrade with the addition of colored ribbon to separate the classes. :)  Now to rearrange the bulletin boards to accommodate my new courses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-6465616587397108840?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/6465616587397108840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=6465616587397108840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6465616587397108840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6465616587397108840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/08/2009-2010-day-0.html' title='2009-2010; Day 0'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-5801284200711403954</id><published>2009-07-29T16:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:51:55.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Wonderful Life</title><content type='html'>It's been a slightly odd but entirely wonderful summer.  This past weekend I drove up to Lexington to spend some time with the family and compete in a triathlon with my brother and sister.  We entered as a team- Tim swam, I cycled, and Kirstin ran.  Despite the fact that Tim had never done a competitive open water swim, I had never entered a cycling race, and Kirstin sprained her ankle quite badly twice in the week leading up to the event, we were able to hold our own and put out a fairly descent performance while having a TON of fun.  We placed third in the team division and each received a medal- the first for the triathlon collection. :)  We've already started talking about next year and whether or not we want to enter individually or as a team again.  The event was extraordinarily well run.  I was impressed.  Volunteers were all over the place in their highlighter yellow shirts.  The running/cycling routes were well marked.  Police officers stopped traffic at our two major road crossings.  Families lined all other intersections to cheer us on and keep us on the right path.  It was a wonderful experience and one I would definitely like to repeat!  (Pictures to follow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While spending the weekend with the family I was reminded of several things.  As a family I believe we do love, laughter, encouragement, support, and the concept of family rather well (among several other things).  We're not perfect, but it's a pretty great bunch of people to be stuck with for life, let me tell you.  I love them.  A whole bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news, rumor has it that my humble little orange classroom will be receiving a major upgrade shortly.  A SMARTBOARD!  If you don't know what a smartboard is, educate yourself.  &lt;a href="http://www2.smarttech.com/st/en-us/products/"&gt;http://www2.smarttech.com/st/en-us/products/&lt;/a&gt;  Think interactive whiteboard.  They are simply amazing and I am beyond excited to have the chance to incorporate it into my classes this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm preparing to depart for home and IN within the next few days.  Tomorrow is the last student day for summer school.  Friday morning is a teacher workday.  Real school begins in less than 2 weeks.  Now that is simply crazy.  CRAZY I tell you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got the itch for competition again... don't be surprised to hear rumors about 5k races or the like in the future...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-5801284200711403954?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/5801284200711403954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=5801284200711403954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5801284200711403954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5801284200711403954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-wonderful-life.html' title='It&apos;s a Wonderful Life'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-4882847245224385910</id><published>2009-07-14T21:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:53:30.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway</title><content type='html'>Noon today marked the halfway point of summer school.&lt;br /&gt;10 days down.  10 days to go.&lt;br /&gt;I have 2.5 weeks left in Kalamazoo, a short week home, and then back to IN for the normal school year.  Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came home from work, rolled out some crescent rolls for dinner this evening, did some grading and planning, went cycling, showered, and then spent the evening with the Jeverts celebrating Papa J's birthday (hence the homemade crescent rolls).  It was a splendid evening with the entire Jevert family and grandmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ride this afternoon was better than previous ones, but still leaves much to be desired.  I rode the 11 mile race distance today in a less than impressive time.  I'm blaming it on the ridiculous hills I encountered.  Okay, not really.  I'm taking responsibility for my training.  :P  Less than two weeks until the tri.  Woo hoo! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-4882847245224385910?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/4882847245224385910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=4882847245224385910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4882847245224385910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4882847245224385910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/07/halfway.html' title='Halfway'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-612764631066132038</id><published>2009-07-08T20:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:03:35.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Seven Oh Eight Oh Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In the spirit of mathematics... of sorts...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fourth of July + family + Lexington + fireworks over the lake + small town parade + A-10 warthog + 3 sky divers + music in the park + Firehouse pancake breakfast + sun + jet ski + jet boat + tubing = FABULOUS weekend with a side of sunburn ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new bike + new roads + new cycling shorts + ending work by noon = major training for a [team] triathlon with the sibs.  The countdown to July 25th is passing all to quickly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Susan + Becky + weekend+ road trip to IN = DMS wedding!  Emily and Rebekah have already tied the knot this summer.  This Saturday it's Erin's turn! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Highlights from the classroom...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Man, what if we saw Miss H rollin' through da 'hood tonight?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dang, she's got eyes like a hawk!  I didn't even see that!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alright guys, label your paper "Session 1" and please write the date in the upper right hand corner.  Today is July 8th.  That's right 07/08/09.  All day long.  Write it on all your papers.  Enjoy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;After work tomorrow summer school will be 40% over.  Whew!  Time is flying by!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-612764631066132038?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/612764631066132038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=612764631066132038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/612764631066132038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/612764631066132038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-seven-oh-eight-oh-nine.html' title='Oh Seven Oh Eight Oh Nine'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-4844860102073077411</id><published>2009-07-01T20:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:45:16.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello July</title><content type='html'>Goodness gracious it's been awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school year ended splendidly.  Argyll Relays (and all other track meets) ran along smoothly and, as usual, were highly entertaining and enjoyable.  Particularly when a non-hurdler enters a hurdle relay event.  She may have looked like a dear prancing over those foreign hurdles.  Coach Cooper and I were definitely doubled over in hysterical laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended Madison-Grant commencement and had the distinct honor and pleasure of watching my seniors graduate.  I also went to Taylor University's commencement and watched my once-freshmen cross that stage with pride and dignity.  It's hard to believe they were my little froshies when I was DA once upon a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following TU graduation, Kirstin spent the next 2 weeks at my apartment before we went to the Tabb-Brooks wedding the first weekend of June.  It was an absolutely gorgeous morning wedding.  Kirstin and I were able to return to my apartment, pack up a few things, and drive home that evening.  We arrived home shortly before midnight on Saturday.  Sunday the whole family went to church and then out to lunch at Kruse and Muer to celebrate mom's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one lovely week together during which Tim had to study for finals.  That Friday he finished his junior year and we took a drive down to Sterling Heights to pick up my new BIKE!  It's a beautiful Trek hybrid that I look forward to breaking in on Michigan roads this summer.  The grand finale is planned to be the triathlon in Lexington at the end of July. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I drove Tim down to Taylor for CRAM, a summer honors program, the day after he finished school.  He is enjoying his time immensely and, as far as I can tell, dreading coming home tomorrow night.  Don't worry bud, you can go back for real next August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weekends ago I flew out to DC to see my college roommate and visit the city for the first time.  Saturday began with a rain shower so we started our DC 'tour' with a visit to the Museum of American History.  The rain cleared shortly after noon so we spent an hour or so at the Washington Monument and WWII memorial.  It was wonderful to see such famous sites in person.  After washing up at Rach's apartment, we spent the evening walking the scenic sidewalks of King Street, eating a Thai dinner, and enjoying the traditional cup of Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved (temporarily) to Kalamazoo last Sunday afternoon.  Last week I had in-service training for teaching summer school which began this week.  Directly after my training on Tuesday the entire Jevert family and I left for a Tigers and Cubs game at Comerica Park.  The whole evening was a phenomenal blast!  We sat behind home plate and had an absolutely marvelous view!  The Jeverts had even made shirts for the occasion.  We had half blue half orange shirts with both the Tigers and Cubs logos respectively.  The comments received were priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend Susan and I drove out to Lexington to spend the weekend at the lake with my mom, dad, and sister.  We were incredibly thankful for a perfect Saturday!  After a nice cruise to and from Port Sanilac we drifted out past the Lexington harbor entrance for a while trying to find a shipwreck and just jumping off the boat into the refreshingly cold water. :)  Sunday began with a rainstorm but, after breakfast and a walk on the break wall, all cleared.  A few jet boat rides, lunch, and one shower later we were back on the road for Kalamazoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that, this week has been fairly uneventful.  Last night we had a girl's movie night complete with hamburgers on the grill and "Confessions of a Shopaholic".  Tomorrow ends my workweek and, once again, I head out to Lexington.  Fourth of July weekend is always full of many family traditions.  Friday is fireworks night, Saturday is the annual fourth of July parade and that evening is Music in the Park, Sunday concludes the weekend with the fireman's pancake breakfast at the fire department in town. :)  As long as it doesn't rain all weekend I think everything will turn out just fabulously!  Hooray for Family Time! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-4844860102073077411?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/4844860102073077411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=4844860102073077411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4844860102073077411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4844860102073077411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-july.html' title='Hello July'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-7079439237646974632</id><published>2009-05-07T20:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:11:33.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coach H High Jumps</title><content type='html'>Indiana finally saw some dry days this week.  We had gorgeous weather for our meet on Tuesday and bearable rain for yesterday's Junior High Madison County Meet.  Tonight the rain held off long enough for Brianna to come over from Taylor and hold a 'high jump clinic' for some of our jumpers.  It proved to be quite the profitable event for our athletes.  Afterwards Brianna and I hung around for about an extra hour so we could work one-on-one.  Yes, she is teaching me how to high jump.  She is a spectacular teacher.  Unfortunately the same cannot be said for her student. :P  After multiple stretches, drills and runthroughs I was finally confident enough to jump.  It took multiple attempts, but this evening I cleared 4'.  Throughout my high jump attempts in middle and high school I never quite managed to clear the bar.  This evening I changed that statistic.  Now for 4'2"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spectacular skies for practice, the rain is finally falling- and falling hard!  I heard the thunder begin to roll through a bit ago and opened up my porch door to watch the storm approach.  Dark clouds thickened across the sky as the lightning spidered down with increased frequency.  The rain began falling in fat scattered drops.  I left my door open.  The strong cool breeze brings the intense feeling of spring through the screen door, even if it does mean a few splatters find their way onto the carpet and my legs as I sit here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night we host Argyll Relays.  I fear the ground might be a tad damp. :P  As long as it's not raining cats and dogs I think I shall be quite content.  By this point I've gathered enough tricks to keep me [mostly] dry in respectable, non-horizontal, precipitation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-7079439237646974632?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/7079439237646974632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=7079439237646974632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7079439237646974632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7079439237646974632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/05/coach-h-high-jumps.html' title='Coach H High Jumps'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-5816780537890839521</id><published>2009-04-20T19:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:36:11.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April Showers</title><content type='html'>Sometimes my heart just breaks.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting by the hospital bed of a dear friend will do that to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have answers.&lt;br /&gt;But God is sovereign.&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice but to trust- in everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-5816780537890839521?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/5816780537890839521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=5816780537890839521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5816780537890839521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5816780537890839521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-showers.html' title='April Showers'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-5327460769671318318</id><published>2009-03-23T20:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:22:38.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update from NC</title><content type='html'>Under all usual circumstances I would usually refrain from apologizing for neglecting to update within the past month.  February saw only two posts and this is the first for March.  I dare say that is quite a sad predicament.  I don't have any grand rationale for such an event but can simply say that life got the better of me yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for not including all events of the past weeks in this entry, but I'd rather not bore you entirely.  Yes, I'm resorting to another bullet point list.  It's just slightly easier to organize short thoughts.  And I don't feel like writing a novel this evening, although I feel that will happen regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kirstin and I traveled home together about 3 or 4 weeks ago to see Tim swim in his Super League meet.  He placed well in his individual 500, swam a personal best, but fell just 2 seconds short of the state cut.  Although he was unable to swim the 500 at the state meet he did attend as an alternate for his team's relay.  The prospect of year-round swim now lingers as he continues to chase that goal for next year's season.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The February DMS reunion went as well as always- although it was a bit more low-key.  Probably because Deal wasn't there to cause any trouble. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I began coaching the mid-distance/distance girls at the high school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had our first [indoor] meet at IWU two weeks back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amy, Deal, and I made pi day T-shirts and then ran a 5k race in downtown Indy last Sunday.  It was great fun.  Our shirts read "running 3.1 4 pi(e)".  If you understand, I am infinitely proud of you.  We even had dorky math jokes on the back.  They were the best shirts ever.  No joke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My precalculus classes celebrated pi day (a day early) with projects, songs, digit recitation, and pie consumption (naturally).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We finished our 3rd 9 weeks marking period at school.  I can hardly believe I'm 3/4 of the way through my 1st year teaching.  June 2nd is the last scheduled day of class.  Ridiculous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hans is getting married the weekend following the conclusion of my school year.  Woo hoo maddawg/jarhead reunion! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kirstin is currently in Florida enjoying spring break TUTF style in PCB.  Hope you folks are enjoying TUTFPCBSB2K09 without me ;).  (Use the clothespins!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am currently in NC with mom.  This week is spring break for me- it feels slightly odd to have a designated spring break as a 'real person', but I'll take it.  In no way am I complaining.  We came out to visit her side of the family- my grandpa, aunt, uncle, and 5 younger cousins.  I drove home to MI after work on Friday, left home early Saturday morning with mom and caught a 10am flight out of Detroit.  We fly back tomorrow at 9am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After experiencing the true spring weather in Raleigh the past few days I am more than ready for that season to appear (and stay) in the Midwest.  Seriously.  60 degrees is simply marvelous... at least for this time of the year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My fish (Euclid, Euler, and Gauss) came home to MI with me.  Tim and dad have been caring for them while I'm gone.  I feel slightly ridiculous carting them back and forth with me during that road trip between IN and MI, but they fare well enough- and it makes for an amusing story. :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For what it's worth- I enjoy vacuuming and find it strangely relaxing.  I also like the lines the vacuum leaves in the carpet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to pack up the suitcase for tomorrow's travels.  Being 'south' for a bit and taking in sweet tea has definitely fallen in line with my latest spring break travels.  Returning to nasty northern weather tomorrow does not.  Unfortunate but true.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-5327460769671318318?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/5327460769671318318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=5327460769671318318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5327460769671318318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5327460769671318318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-from-nc.html' title='Update from NC'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-8638440061580442653</id><published>2009-02-23T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:25:07.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I tend to like math jokes...</title><content type='html'>An engineer, a chemist and a mathematician are staying in three adjoining cabins at an old motel. First the engineer's coffee maker catches fire. He smells the smoke, wakes up, unplugs the coffee maker, throws it out the window, and goes back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night the chemist smells smoke too. He wakes up and sees that a cigarette butt has set the trash can on fire. He says to himself, "Hmm. How does one put out a fire? One can reduce the temperature of the fuel below the flash point, isolate the burning material from oxygen, or both. This could be accomplished by applying water." So he picks up the trash can, puts it in the shower stall, turns on the water, and, when the fire is out, goes back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mathematician, of course, has been watching all this out the window. So later, when he finds that his pipe ashes have set the bed sheet on fire, he is not in the least taken aback. He says: "Aha! A solution exists!" and goes back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-8638440061580442653?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/8638440061580442653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=8638440061580442653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/8638440061580442653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/8638440061580442653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-i-tend-to-like-math-jokes.html' title='Because I tend to like math jokes...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-2399071205360409482</id><published>2009-02-15T22:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:23:59.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 100</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it appears I've neglected this little space for a bit.  So, over the past few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had our 6th snow day.  M-G is now adding two days on to the end of the school year- current last day of school is June 2nd.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went home last weekend so see Tim swim in the county meet.  It was only the second time this year I had to make the drive home alone.  Kirstin usually travels with me- and does the majority of the driving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I began setting up a Moodle site for Pre-calc. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Track pre-season conditioning started.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I began running with the team.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I became very sore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Track officially begins on Tuesday!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had an extraordinarily strong wind storm (?) on Wednesday.  My windows were closed.  I have shrink wrap over them (to keep the cold out) and my blinds were still rattling due to the force of the wind whipping around my apartment.  Craziness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not entirely tired of winter, but I am definitely more than ready for a little spring in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really like not having to scrap my car out from under white or frozen-ness every morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cornfields turned into inland lakes due to all the flooding this week.  It reminded me of the magnificent great lakes and how much I absolutely love them and cannot wait for the summer months to spend some time with them. ;)  Oooohhh... water....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spent [the entire] Valentine's Day at IWU watching the TU track team (including my sister) compete.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I baked a giant heart-shaped chocolate chip cookie for the track team, complete with M&amp;amp;Ms that spelled out 'TUTF' (Taylor University Track and Field).  Thankfully it turned out wonderfully and was incredibly delicious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realized it's still strange to be on the other side of graduation and not be running with what still seems to be 'my team'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kirstin and I celebrated V-day together.  We managed to grab a pizza after the meet before coming home (at 9 at night!), made rolo pretzels and ate them with some sparkling grape juice.  We arrived at the take-and-bake pizzeria at 9:02.  They closed at 9.  Thankfully there were a few call-in orders that customers never came to claim.  We were able to purchase one of those for a significantly reduced price.  All we had to do was pick off the black olives when we got home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kirstin spent the day with me today and we began some spring cleaning.  Christmas and winter decorations (including all my seasonal coffee mugs :P) are packed away in the storage closet.  The card table serving as my computer table found a new home in the corner of the family room.  It even has a spring-y tablecloth mom made for me last fall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner just hit the spot tonight- really hit the spot.  Maybe it wasn't the food but the beautify sky, spring-like weather, and the company- hooray for not eating dinner alone!  Regardless, hamburgers (I love my George Foreman grill...), french fries, carrots, and fruit salad (complete with strawberries and grapefruit) definitely reminded me of summer meals with the family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met up with 3 FSMA gals from TU for BWWs on Thursday.  Brittany is finally back from Thailand and it was the first time I got to see her since October!  We had a wonderful evening!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have tomorrow off (President's Day)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have great plans to be productive tomorrow.  We'll see just how far I actually get.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe next weekend is supposed to be the February DMS reunion.  Hooray for teacher fun! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-2399071205360409482?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/2399071205360409482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=2399071205360409482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/2399071205360409482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/2399071205360409482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-100.html' title='Post 100'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-3053364056912628970</id><published>2009-01-29T20:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:01:57.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day #5</title><content type='html'>Forget the Mambo, today was snow day number five of the 2008-2009 school year.  This is the first day that we will now have to add on to the end of the school year.  Four make-up days were built in to the schedule for the year.  Now due to the unprecedented winter weather, that suddenly is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recent storm began during the day on Tuesday.  I was in Indy for a conference and had made arrangements to stay with a friend and her family so that I'd be closer and have a shorter commute to the conference on Wednesday.  As of Tuesday morning it was a fabulous plan.  By the time I left the conference on Tuesday, however, it was slightly less thrilling.  The would-be 30 minute drive around 465 lasted 3 hours.  That's right.  3 hours.  I never knew I could use my gas pedal so little on the interstate! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I was snowed in on Wednesday.  Literally.  My guess is that over a foot of snow had fallen between Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday morning.  School had been cancelled and, thankfully, I was no longer expected to attend the conference- I highly doubt I would've been able to leave that early in the morning.  Erin and I donned some warm clothes and romped around in the snow before I headed north to meet Anna for lunch and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a delicious Chipotle lunch (mmm- LOVE that place!) we headed to Best Buy to take care of some issues surrounding her new external CD drive.  The issues were resolved and, perhaps even better, we corrected the grammar on the whiteboard sign at the front of the store.  "Drive Safe" turned to "Drive Safely".  Anna took the liberty to inform the employee that I was a teacher, in attempt to explain my behavior.  Unfortunately the gentleman was disappointed when he learned that I did not teach English but Mathematics.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Amy came over to share our mutual snow day.  The making of waffles, chicken marsala, and devil's food pudding consumed the majority of our time.  We've also planned to make a trip to Ft. Wayne on Saturday.  Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School corporations have already called a 2 hour delay for tomorrow.  This week rivals the one two weeks ago.  In fact, I think it may beat it.  I'll only have taught 1 full day and a shortened day, assuming we have class tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you know you're a teacher when you're less than excited at the announcement of a snow day.  (Or maybe the novelty has simply worn off.)  Either way, I'm ready to be back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-3053364056912628970?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/3053364056912628970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=3053364056912628970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/3053364056912628970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/3053364056912628970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-day-5.html' title='Snow Day #5'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-1657943484917845906</id><published>2009-01-21T21:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:23:01.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Newsletters</title><content type='html'>Around November of last year our extended family began monthly e-mail updates to one another. What followed has been great fun. My dad's update for this month had several hilarious, yet very true, points which I've taken the liberty to include below. They definitely echo my feelings, especially after the weather this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past month has included...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realizing winter in Michigan means snow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realizing winter in Michigan means COLD, Real COLD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realizing winter in Michigan means MORE snow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realizing winter in Michigan means 20 degree temperature is great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realizing 20 degrees outside is 35 degrees warmer than the week before!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realizing car thermometers do read negative temperatures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Winter in Michigan means counting down the days until spring in Michigan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realizing Spring in Michigan begins when the ice melts on the lake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowing the ice melts on the lakes sometime around June in Michigan!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realizing how warm it makes you when spending time with family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of those statements also hold true for Indiana. Just in case you were wondering, the picture below represents the actual outside temperature last Thursday- before windchill. And it wasn't even the coldest from the front that came through. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SXfX6IWX4aI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-VB__KFsUFc/s1600-h/B+dubs+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293937280671015330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SXfX6IWX4aI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-VB__KFsUFc/s320/B+dubs+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-1657943484917845906?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/1657943484917845906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=1657943484917845906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1657943484917845906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1657943484917845906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-newsletters.html' title='Family Newsletters'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SXfX6IWX4aI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-VB__KFsUFc/s72-c/B+dubs+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-7050166637352221236</id><published>2009-01-21T20:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:35:43.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Roommates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; Yes folks, these are the newest members of the family... or at least inhabitants of my apartment.  They arrived today and are enjoying their new habitation.  As you scroll through and familiarize yourself with their faces, the names should make sense- the last one however may throw you for a curve.  It's an inside joke from last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spring's&lt;/span&gt; advanced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;calc&lt;/span&gt; class.  "Ross knows all".  Ross, of course, was the author of the text.  Good times, good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Gauss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SXfKCwXubfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/14FIQvBc-EM/s1600-h/Fish+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293922035690270194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SXfKCwXubfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/14FIQvBc-EM/s200/Fish+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Euclid&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SXfJqKXBQeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/noLSDyF41vk/s1600-h/Fish+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293921613169902050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SXfJqKXBQeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/noLSDyF41vk/s200/Fish+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Euler-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SXfJDNh0ogI/AAAAAAAAAJg/YghfFH2esUg/s1600-h/Fish+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293920944005620226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SXfJDNh0ogI/AAAAAAAAAJg/YghfFH2esUg/s200/Fish+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Ross-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SXfKc16RN8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2LZXF1OutWM/s1600-h/Fish+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293922483853932482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SXfKc16RN8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2LZXF1OutWM/s200/Fish+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-7050166637352221236?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/7050166637352221236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=7050166637352221236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7050166637352221236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7050166637352221236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-roommates.html' title='New Roommates'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SXfKCwXubfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/14FIQvBc-EM/s72-c/Fish+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-7112137377837111826</id><published>2009-01-18T21:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:59:51.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chlorine</title><content type='html'>I think I will forever love the smell of chlorine.  Especially when it has permeated my entire being.&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-7112137377837111826?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/7112137377837111826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=7112137377837111826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7112137377837111826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7112137377837111826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/01/chlorine.html' title='Chlorine'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-3968215451620438042</id><published>2009-01-11T21:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:49:22.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Globe</title><content type='html'>I lived in a snow globe this weekend.  It was beyond beautiful.  Large picturesque snowflakes covered absolutely everything possible.  By yesterday evening I believe at least seven to eight new inches had graced us with their presence.  It felt like Christmas all over again.  Oh, the glory of the mitten state. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK and I drove home Friday night.  The usual 4.5 hr drive took nearly 6 due to undesirable weather.  Regardless, we made the trip up and down without any incidents.  Saturday I was able to spend a little time with an old middle school/high school/college friend.  We met up at Starbucks- in the middle of a snow storm.  (If it weren't for the guardrail and the headlights of the oncoming stream of traffic I doubt I would've been able to find my part of the road.  Seriously.)  She's currently working on her doctorate at MSU but was in town for the weekend.  Despite the fact that we hadn't had much of a conversation in several months, we were able to pick up just as though we were still roommates.  I appreciate and value friends like that so much- the ones that I've invested in and the ones that have invested in me.  It's a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping KK back off at TU, I stopped by Amy and SJ's apartment for a quick hello.  Two hours later Amy and I were still huddled on the couch sharing some great laughs.  Those gals, as well as others from 3CE and FSMA, are also ones to be counted among those that are highly valued.  Tonight I realized that I tend to feel the most lonely when I am leaving those sorts of people.  There are definitely times that I miss living within 15 feet of my closest friends.  Tonight is one of those times.  Yet thankfully I can look back and remember how well I took advantage of those times and not regret wasting opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been a whirlwind weekend.  Right now I am utterly grateful for tomorrow's two hour delay.  Hooray for Indiana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-3968215451620438042?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/3968215451620438042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=3968215451620438042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/3968215451620438042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/3968215451620438042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-globe.html' title='Snow Globe'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-1058031603182611067</id><published>2009-01-06T18:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:00:17.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>A cute little story from my 3rd period yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: Miss H, did you cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes I did.  Well, I had someone cut it for me.&lt;br /&gt;Student 2: What?!?! You have a HUSBAND?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.  I had SOMEONE cut it for me.&lt;br /&gt;Student 2: Oh, well, it totally sounded like you said 'husband'.&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: Yeah, it definitely sounded like you said 'husband'.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope.  Sorry.  I don't have a husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-1058031603182611067?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/1058031603182611067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=1058031603182611067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1058031603182611067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1058031603182611067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/01/hair-cut.html' title='Hair Cut'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-4411362358620309868</id><published>2009-01-05T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:09:22.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Semester</title><content type='html'>Due to our ice day the Friday before break we finished up exams today.&lt;br /&gt;Second semester begins tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are graded (I rock).&lt;br /&gt;Half done.&lt;br /&gt;Where did time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track season begins in just about a month.  Wow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-4411362358620309868?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/4411362358620309868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=4411362358620309868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4411362358620309868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4411362358620309868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2009/01/second-semester.html' title='Second Semester'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-4083328527321030650</id><published>2008-12-20T23:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:54:38.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>Yes folks, I am currently home in Michigan.  Thankfully there was a day break in the winter storm for my travels.  The roads were fairly clear- just a bit of ice between Fort Wayne and the IN/MI border.  Fort Wayne had received at least a half inch of ice and approximately 85% of the city was still without power as I drove through.  Thank you Lord that it didn't hit me nearly as bad.  Marion was essentially clear of all signs of winter when I left this morning.  By the time I reached Ft. Wayne, all the trees on the west side of the interstate were completely cased in ice.  Those on the eastern side had none.  And then by the time I arrived at the border all visible signs of winter appeared.  There was snow.  Much snow.  And as I continued driving the amount only increased.  When I got off the highway the snow was at least a foot deep.  The snow on our deck is up past the patio chairs.  The snow plowed off the driveway is nearly half as tall as the pine trees (which is much taller than myself).  It was incredible to experience the winter transformation in just a few hours. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the afternoon doing multiple loads of laundry and packing for our grand excursion to the east coast.  Rachel, my apologies for neglecting to mention you in my last post.  For those of you curious, I spent part of yesterday morning (during my ice day) pestering my [former] roommate while she was stuck working at the office.  (See, it pays to be in education...)  We've set plans for the 26th.  Since I'll be in her home area of PA we'll be going out to Panera to cram about 5 months of conversation and absurdity into a few short hours.  It's a good thing we're awesome enough to be able to pull off such a feat. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, Abendago died this morning.  I woke up and he was stuck to the intake tube for the aquarium filter.  He was near his end and no longer had the strength to swim against its pull.  Although I enjoyed his presence, he was quite the bully and I suspect the cause of the demise of my two latest guppies.  So while I mourn his loss, I also rejoice at the prospect of adding a new little guy and having him survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow brings the first leg of travel in our journey.  We leave DTW in the early afternoon, layover in Baltimore, and end up in Raleigh by early evening.  As I'm not promised internet access, you may have to wait for updates until my return.  I'm sure you'll survive.  It's Christmas.  You have much better things to do than be checking up on me.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-4083328527321030650?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/4083328527321030650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=4083328527321030650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4083328527321030650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4083328527321030650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-5421058930526693768</id><published>2008-12-19T21:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:21:19.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Day</title><content type='html'>Today was my first school cancellation as a teacher.  Ironically, I was disappointed.  As the last day before Christmas break, the half day of exams and half day of grading was rather welcoming.  Regardless, school was closed and students will have to make up those last two exams when we return in January.  Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had every great intention of being super productive today but most items on my 'to do' list fell by the wayside.  However, I did have one great accomplishment today.  I finished the 'winterizing' of my apartment.  I had already applied winter stripping to my porch door but today I pulled out my window insulation kit and took care of all my windows- including the porch doors.  The shrink wrapped plastic should help keep the insane wind gusts out and my cozy warm air in.  It took quite a bit of time and it was quite the accomplishment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the window insulation, I slept in, watched the news, made waffles for breakfast, watched a little bit of "White Christmas", cleaned out my fridge, washed dishes, washed the floors, packed for vacation, and had a late lunch/early dinner with SJ when she got off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully IN roads are all ready for travel.  The snow has finally stopped in MI after dumping nearly 12 inches in this past storm.  Hopefully all will be plowed so I can make it the entire way home- because as of tomorrow morning, I'll be on my way. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-5421058930526693768?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/5421058930526693768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=5421058930526693768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5421058930526693768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5421058930526693768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/12/ice-day.html' title='Ice Day'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-4326945512933824432</id><published>2008-12-16T21:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:49:03.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Set</title><content type='html'>While searching for nearby stores that carry the "Set" card game, the following message appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sadly there are currently no stores in this area code We understand how this must sadden you, and we share in your pain... Yet do not despair. All is not lost. Perhaps a store near you will soon carry our product line, and people everywhere will be able to share in the enjoyment of SET. Maybe they are just waiting for the right time to start carrying SET, or maybe they are waiting for you to politely ask them... until then you can always check out our catalog... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like their humor.  A lot.  Maybe because it's associated with a nerdy math game. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-4326945512933824432?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/4326945512933824432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=4326945512933824432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4326945512933824432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4326945512933824432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/12/set.html' title='Set'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-8844702100037137755</id><published>2008-12-14T22:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:24:57.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutcracker</title><content type='html'>What a weekend! Saturday Jess came over for brunch and the two of us drove up to Ft. Wayne to meet up with Susan and Mama Jevert. While walking into the mall to meet them I hear "Becky!". Amy was running up behind me! Fancy running into her at a mall I've never been to an hour away in Ft. Wayne! The three of us, along with Susan, walked around for a while and caught up amongst the crowds. I realized I quite enjoy living in a much less crowded area. I felt slightly claustrophobic. :P &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards Jess, Susan and I met up with Mama Jevert at Flat Top for a late lunch/early dinner. We spent about two relaxing hours over food and wonderful conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SUXNJ6dIBSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/f64ssoSJh0U/s1600-h/Nutcracker+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279851708355708194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SUXNJ6dIBSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/f64ssoSJh0U/s200/Nutcracker+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we left Mama Jevert in Fort Wayne and drove back to my apartment in Marion. We made a quick change into our dresses for the evening and drove to Marion High School to see the Nutcracker. The Marion Philharmonic Orchestra and Boulder Ballet put on an incredible performance. I hadn't seen the Nutcracker since my early childhood and it was every bit as wonderful as I remembered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SUXNuVW2UVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yPzyCnmhdPs/s1600-h/Nutcracker+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279852334052430162" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SUXNuVW2UVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yPzyCnmhdPs/s200/Nutcracker+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I met up with SJ for lunch and grocery shopping. I spent the majority of the afternoon cleaning the kitchen and hanging a few pictures. The DMS photo and quotes are now up in my room and the TAYLOR mat is above the dresser in the office. Today I also purchased a full length mirror (sorry I didn't have it last night, Suz and Jess) and tomorrow I'll pick up the appropriate hardware at Lowe's to hang it in the hallway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two more days of intense exam review for my students, three days of exams, entering grades, packing and them I'm home. And then NC. Then PA. Then MI again. Get excited! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-8844702100037137755?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/8844702100037137755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=8844702100037137755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/8844702100037137755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/8844702100037137755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/12/nutcracker.html' title='Nutcracker'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SUXNJ6dIBSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/f64ssoSJh0U/s72-c/Nutcracker+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-7153845532273229956</id><published>2008-12-11T19:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:07:26.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MG Dead Week</title><content type='html'>'Tis much better to give than receive... especially in the realm of final exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-7153845532273229956?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/7153845532273229956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=7153845532273229956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7153845532273229956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7153845532273229956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/12/mg-dead-week.html' title='MG Dead Week'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-1782943625304859432</id><published>2008-12-07T21:07:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:37:52.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographic Update</title><content type='html'>Before we left for T-day break, my students did story problems Monday and Tuesday to review some of the standards we've covered so far this year.  After completing all the problems each student was assigned one to write and solve on a feather for a turkey for their class.  Some students had to write down their "Create your own" problem.  The turkeys were then posted up on the bulletin board in my hallway.  I was really proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyD3wPHhkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9FPC2qF_yns/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277237857235732034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyD3wPHhkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9FPC2qF_yns/s200/Thanksgiving+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I received my first 'teacher gift'- a cookie cutter filled with fudge!  I love my students! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyDo7Oi9QI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ow39LH4ORxY/s1600-h/Teacher+gift+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277237602488087810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyDo7Oi9QI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ow39LH4ORxY/s200/Teacher+gift+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas decorations are up!  I have Amy to thank for arranging my Nativity figurines... and then placing them in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyDWMCt3xI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AwADlDcJfJg/s1600-h/Christmas+Decorating+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277237280584359698" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyDWMCt3xI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AwADlDcJfJg/s200/Christmas+Decorating+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small Christmas tree, cottage figurine, candle warmer, and metal sleigh adorn the kitchen table (along with that teacher gift and sugar cookies from this weekend).  In case I've neglected to point this out earlier, I suppose it's rather obvious that I don't use my table for eating too often.  And let's face it, there's pleanty of room on that tablecloth for me to join the decorations. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyDIMxzahI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dft-SeDt4sU/s1600-h/Christmas+Decorating+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277237040263686674" style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyDIMxzahI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dft-SeDt4sU/s200/%3Cspan%20class=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cutsie little candle holder and companion mugs on my kitchen counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyC9LNeL9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/GidpxtnNBXs/s1600-h/Christmas+Decorating+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277236850864304082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyC9LNeL9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/GidpxtnNBXs/s200/Christmas+Decorating+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big Christmas tree!  Thanks to mom and Tim for finding this one for me.  I set this up last Sunday right after getting back from MI.  I was determined enough to set it up, light it, and put up the bows and matching red and clear bulbs at once.  Since then I haven't put up many of my personal ornaments, but we're getting there.  I had about a half dozen of my favorite ornaments that I wanted to pull out and at least those ones are up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyCvVP6l7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/2q695rynyw0/s1600-h/Christmas+Decorating+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277236613040740274" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyCvVP6l7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/2q695rynyw0/s200/Christmas+Decorating+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Erin, Deal, Amy and I made sugar cookies.  We originally planned on doubling the recipe.  Shortly into the process we realized that we weren't using the recipe we wanted to and thus had to change recipes.  In doing so we had to quadruple our recipe.  Let's just say we ended up with a few too many cookies- and we even had to freeze some of the dough!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of a few of my favorite cookies that I decorated. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyCjtzwthI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YRfcqUtS0YY/s1600-h/DMS+Dec+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277236413475108370" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyCjtzwthI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YRfcqUtS0YY/s200/DMS+Dec+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with some of my cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyCPMx2HSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lEOhKYZt25M/s1600-h/DMS+Dec+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277236061011320098" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyCPMx2HSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lEOhKYZt25M/s200/DMS+Dec+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and Deal hard at work icing those babies.  From this shot you can get an idea of how many cookies we had.  Thankfully there was just enough icing to finish the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyCCP1uZ_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/w5cy8UI63hs/s1600-h/DMS+Dec+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277235838494599154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyCCP1uZ_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/w5cy8UI63hs/s200/DMS+Dec+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-1782943625304859432?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/1782943625304859432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=1782943625304859432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1782943625304859432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1782943625304859432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/12/photographic-update.html' title='Photographic Update'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/STyD3wPHhkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9FPC2qF_yns/s72-c/Thanksgiving+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-1094622527011390551</id><published>2008-12-04T20:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:33:13.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Home (for the fishies)</title><content type='html'>Several points of interest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Christmas tree in my classroom is up and lit, thanks to my TA, 6th period class and high school principal.  I haven't had a chance to put the apple ornaments on in quite yet however. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I received my very first gift from a student this week.  It was a metal gingerbread woman cookie cutter filled with incredible homemade fudge.  I finally broke down this evening and I'm currently eating part of it with some coffee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I set up my new aquarium yesterday and, after 24 hours of letting the filters work through the water several times, my four little guppies are now in their new home. :)  With more room to move around and heated water, they're extraordinarily active and incredibly brilliant.  It looks wonderful sitting on cinder blocks next to my TV- and I rather enjoy their entertaining behaviors.  What's incredible is that, even with all the room to move around, they still stick together- they are very social and community-oriented fish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found the perfect aquarium decoration for my fishies at Wal-Mart (where else?).  It looks like a signpost that says "No Pescar!!" which, in Spanish, means "No Fishing".  Bwahaha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have about a week and a half until semester exams begin in the high school.  It's hard to believe that so much time has passed so quickly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching TV with my Christmas tree lit and burning an apple cinnamon candle feels very seasonal- as does waking up to Christmas music in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow= Silent Night with my DMS gals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy almost weekend. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-1094622527011390551?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/1094622527011390551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=1094622527011390551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1094622527011390551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1094622527011390551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-home-for-fishies.html' title='New Home (for the fishies)'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-6876843613131951382</id><published>2008-11-30T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:09:51.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in the Mitten</title><content type='html'>Kirstin and I traveled home for Thanksgiving and had a wonderful visit.  Unfortunately it was shorted by the approaching winter storm today that swept across the Midwest.  We left by 8:30 this morning and were able to travel almost 2 hours before we hit any weather.  But when we hit the snow, we hit it hard.  The remainder of our drive we spotted 10 cars that had driven off the road and that had done a complete 180 on the ramp to I-94.  Kirstin ended up driving through the worst of it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our time home we had a delicious Thanksgiving dinner, set up our Christmas tree and other decorations, and did some shopping.  Last night I met up with 5 of my friends from high school for dinner.  As of right now, two of us are living in MI, two in NJ, and two in IN.  Three are going to grad school, two teaching, and one completing an internship with a church ministry.  It was incredible to catch up with those ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have three weeks of class before Christmas break.  Next weekend Erin and Deal are meeting Amy and I in Upland for TU's Silent Night basketball game and a DMS weekend- complete with an ornament exchange and sugar cookies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ornaments, I had time this afternoon to set up my Christmas tree in my apartment.  It now sits in the corner between my porch and couch.  It's already lit and decorated with bows and Christmas bulbs.  There are still other ornaments to be hung, but it's not a shabby start at all.  I'm rather proud of my efforts.  Tomorrow I have to light and decorate the tree in my classroom- I was fortunate enough to find apple ornaments for that one.  Of course, students will add their own decorations and paper chains that we create in class together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, since it is Sunday evening, I suppose I should set things in order for tomorrow and the week ahead... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-6876843613131951382?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/6876843613131951382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=6876843613131951382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6876843613131951382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6876843613131951382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-in-mitten.html' title='Thanksgiving in the Mitten'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-4104113185336429389</id><published>2008-11-15T16:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:16:27.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>View from the Library</title><content type='html'>Presently I am sitting in a study room in Taylor's library grading tests and preparing this week's curriculum and lessons.  I've positioned myself so that I can look up from my work and catch a glimpse of the world outside through the tall skinny window sitting opposite my table.  I have a near perfect view of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wengatz&lt;/span&gt; Hall, centered appropriately on the grand entrance facing the heart of campus.  To the right there is a small hint of another building.  The brick geometrical half-wall separates portions of a garden, iron park benches, and a concrete sidewalk.  The new prayer chapel sits just beyond that, the white pillars of which I can barely see.  I haven't viewed the prayer chapel from this vantage point before and it catches me off guard occasionally.  Having spent a fairly significant time in this particular study room over my time as an undergrad I am not accustomed to a new object on this landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees are bare.  Fall in Upland came and went fairly quickly.  I think I missed the majority of it.  The bark is dark from the earlier rains of the day; the branches waver ever so slightly in the breeze.  The solid mass of gray clouds travels steadily over the entire scene leaving no evidence of its visit.  Despite the melancholy of the sky, the grass brings life to my view.  Its color is barely darker than the 'spring green' crayon one could find in Crayola's box of 64, and definitely not nearly as yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eagerly anticipating the snows of winter and the new scenery that will bring.  I have my favorite seasons, but how I love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Midwest&lt;/span&gt; and the change that it brings each year. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-4104113185336429389?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/4104113185336429389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=4104113185336429389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4104113185336429389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4104113185336429389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/11/view-from-library.html' title='View from the Library'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-8915240143892278896</id><published>2008-11-11T20:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:26:49.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Midterm Time</title><content type='html'>Surprisingly, I don't think one post per week suffices as an update on life.  You may think I have no life, but you are sorely mistaken. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week finished off without a hitch and Saturday I made my first official day trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Muncie&lt;/span&gt; since my move down here.  I was able to secure several new picture frames for my classroom so I could hang up my diploma, teaching license, and coaching license.  I also now have a frame to hang up my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DMS&lt;/span&gt; quotes and picture at home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really enjoy the brisk and fresh air when I step outside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the smell of fresh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;laundry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grilled cheese, chicken noodle soup, and an apple with caramel made for a perfect dinner tonight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although I'm generally not a fan of ridiculously cold weather, I can't wait for the first good snow of the year.  (If it's going to be below 30 we might as well have snow.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot how much I enjoy Derby Pie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like catching up with old friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-8915240143892278896?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/8915240143892278896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=8915240143892278896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/8915240143892278896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/8915240143892278896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/11/2nd-midterm-time.html' title='2nd Midterm Time'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-6958465168484050596</id><published>2008-11-05T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:55:57.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bingo</title><content type='html'>For the most part, today was a standard day in the life of Miss H.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-standard part came around 9:30 when I was leaving work.  14 straight hours makes for a long day. :P  The HS cheerleaders hosted a Bingo night- it was my first Bingo and it was quite the experience.  I discovered I have a strange appreciation for the circle sponge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inkers&lt;/span&gt; that are used to mark the cards.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!  The other ladies at my table were wonderful in helping me get started and keeping me on track as to which type of Bingo we were playing for each game.  I was not so fortunate as to win a Bingo, but it was fun nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-6958465168484050596?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/6958465168484050596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=6958465168484050596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6958465168484050596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6958465168484050596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/11/bingo.html' title='Bingo'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-3861953437868516000</id><published>2008-11-04T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:09:51.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day</title><content type='html'>I didn't feel as sluggish in the pool today.  Nor was I as dizzy and shaky when I finished.  That was encouraging. :)  I also found out I could use the fins in their equipment bins- it made for a great workout for the lower half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with my (former) roommate on the phone this evening- just like we were in the same room together (I miss old times)- 2+ hour conversation.  Wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish is still alive.  Three more days until he earns a name.  I placed the fake green plant back in the bowl today.  We'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for the 2-year campaign trail to be over.  I believe in the importance of informed voting, but after 2 years... I'm just about burned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that it's still 70 degrees outside during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When standing in a group with other junior high students I was mistaken for a student by a student.  "Oh, I thought you were one of the children!"  Boy, did we get a good laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plant isn't getting sufficient light during the day and is slowly dying.  I haven't given up on trying to resurrect him though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm playing bingo for Longaberger baskets and Vera Bradley goods for a high school cheerleading fundraiser.  And yes, that is the social highlight of my week. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-3861953437868516000?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/3861953437868516000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=3861953437868516000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/3861953437868516000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/3861953437868516000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-600580041083506841</id><published>2008-11-03T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:57:37.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, November</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oye&lt;/span&gt;!  How has so much time passed?  My word, my word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to play quick catch-up, I think I'll stick to the standard list-type update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Fall break at home was wonderful.  Although I've been back to MI this fall, it was my first time home since I moved out in August.  Despite my clear knowledge that my furniture is now in my apartment it was still strange not to see it scattered strategically throughout the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) While home, mom, Tim and I had the opportunity to see the Marine band (yes, "The President's Own") perform at a local college.  It was spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I went to visit a few of my old high school teachers, chat with my Spanish teachers, and observe my old AP Statistics teacher.  They were disappointed that I wasn't teaching back at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alma&lt;/span&gt; mater. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Due to several circumstances, I am now on guppy #5.  If he makes it to Friday he gets a name.  Apparently my apartment water, even when treated, is still not good for the little guys.  And the last fish got caught in the cute little plastic plant I had placed in there.  So now the green little plant is sitting on the table next to the bowl- I'm rather fond of this guppy and I'm in no hurry to encourage him to trap himself and cause an untimely death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) This past weekend Amy and I went down to Indy to spend Saturday with Deal and Erin and engage in our traditional fun math teacher types of activities.  Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-a for lunch, our traditional stop at Sonic for limeades, and visits to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Deal's&lt;/span&gt; and Erin's schools for pictures and stories.  We also went to a local orchard to pick up apples and cider.  We returned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Deal's&lt;/span&gt; apartment to back an apple pie and cook dinner.  Time slipped by quickly and before we knew it, midnight was approaching- way past all our bedtimes. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) This week is off to a good start, and with a half day for professional development on Friday it's going to pass rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) This morning I realized one of my favorite reasons for daylight savings.  I drove to school as the sun was rising.  Yes!  I saw the sun!  The sunrise over the cornfields was absolutely incredible- I felt like we had a fake 2 hour delay.  Of course this also plays to my benefit in the evening.  While I'm not thrilled that it gets dark so quickly, it gives me the illusion that I'm staying up later than it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; is, so I'm apt to get to bed sooner.  If you don't understand my reasoning, just take my word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Lastly, I had a chance to do some laps at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IWU&lt;/span&gt; this evening.  It's been 5+ years since I've done any serious swimming, and it's quite evident.  But there are wonderful memories in the pool and the permeating smell of chlorine and it was rather nostalgic to visit that environment again.  I think I shall be visiting often in the coming months, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I'm off. :)  Later gators!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-600580041083506841?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/600580041083506841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=600580041083506841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/600580041083506841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/600580041083506841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-november.html' title='Hello, November'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-2270911679363019555</id><published>2008-10-21T21:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:35:11.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall break begins tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>1) I had parent-teacher conferences tonight.  It made for a long day (half day of school and conferences 12:30-8) but I loved the chance to see some parents again and meet others for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I used my geeky calculator skills to download two simulation programs from the Texas Instruments website to use as a classroom activity tomorrow.  It made me incredibly happy that I still knew how to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My fish is still alive! He's not too eager to eat, but I think he'll at least make it another day.  Hopefully he'll survive the drive to MI tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) By this time tomorrow I'll be sitting at home in MI with my parents and brother... who will still have to go to school Thursday and Friday (sorry buddy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Fudge-like brownies with chocolate chips are delicious- especially when served warm with cold milk.  Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I love my school and co-workers- they are simply amazing.  Go MG! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-2270911679363019555?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/2270911679363019555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=2270911679363019555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/2270911679363019555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/2270911679363019555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-break-begins-tomorrow.html' title='Fall break begins tomorrow...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-4240148921396796128</id><published>2008-10-20T19:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:06:55.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming and Guppies</title><content type='html'>Oh, where to begin?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much has happened over the past week or so... but there are several noteworthy items to relay.  Last week I made several trips to Taylor for lectures and to help a former teammate with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Calc&lt;/span&gt; I homework.  At the end of last week I stopped by Marsh to pick up some groceries and ended up carting home a tropical-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; looking plant nearly my height.  Some of the leaves need a little TLC, but it looks great on my wall between the kitchen and living room and softens things up quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was the first completely free weekend I've had since I moved in.  I refrained from doing any work on Saturday and truly loved simply relaxing and doing some good cleaning.  The smell of cleaner everywhere reminded me of how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt; and mom used to clean up for me before I came home from college for vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I made a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart and came home with a guppy!  Unfortunately, Mike passed away before I came home from school today- so I went back out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart and just brought home guppy II.  (He doesn't get a name until he lasts a few days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I also had the chance to swim at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IWU&lt;/span&gt;.  It's been a few years since I did laps, and I could tell.  Regardless, it felt absolutely wonderful.  I forgot how I loved being enveloped in the water, how I loved hearing the water rush past my head, and how I have this strange appreciation for the smell of chlorine... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent-teacher conferences tomorrow, half day Wednesday, and then I'm home in MI for fall break. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-4240148921396796128?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/4240148921396796128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=4240148921396796128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4240148921396796128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4240148921396796128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/10/swimming-and-guppies.html' title='Swimming and Guppies'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-5356770655958783942</id><published>2008-10-15T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:37:05.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Varsity Club</title><content type='html'>My algebra class worked on a worksheet instead of the typical lesson from the book today.  They were a little tired of bookwork, so to thank me one student piped up and said "that was Christ-like".  Yes, that would be the same student who wanted to name my overhead Jesus. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a classroom pet for 7th period pre-calc.  It's a fox named Quincy/Clementine.  (We took a class vote and they couldn't decide... go figure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now a member of the Varsity Club at IWU so I can use the athletic facilities to work out.  I am so excited about this- especially since cross country season has just ended! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a good little first-year teacher I got my flu shot today.  Here's to keeping the sicknesses to a minimum... right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-5356770655958783942?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/5356770655958783942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=5356770655958783942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5356770655958783942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5356770655958783942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/10/varsity-club.html' title='Varsity Club'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-8822438992425237427</id><published>2008-10-13T21:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:38:21.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Light of the World</title><content type='html'>My students wanted to name my overhead projector a few weeks ago.  The previous one I had was affectionately called "beast" because it was so loud that I had a hard time hearing some students over it.  The new one did not have that complication.  One individual suggested that I name the new overhead "Jesus" because it brings light to the world.  I about died laughing.  Today that same individual claimed that the overhead could no longer be named Jesus due to the complicated math it displayed during class or, as he put it, "Jesus wouldn't do that to us".  Of course I responded with the generic "sometimes you have to go through a rough patch in life to get to a better spot" which was met with a "thanks, Oprah" from one of my girls.  Bwahaha.  They're wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys placed 4th out of 9 teams at the Madison County meet tonight.  Our athletic director believes that to be the best finish we've had in years.  Woo hoo!  Go team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-8822438992425237427?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/8822438992425237427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=8822438992425237427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/8822438992425237427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/8822438992425237427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/10/light-of-world.html' title='Light of the World'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-266324269708358731</id><published>2008-10-12T00:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:04:23.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First 9 weeks</title><content type='html'>Well, ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce that I have survived my first 9 weeks teaching (aka- my first marking period).  Now perhaps I should wait on this news until grades are officially entered and submitted, but hey, I feel like I've reached a milestone worth celebrating.  And what a better way to celebrate than Taylor University homecoming? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been insane.  Between two back-to-back cross country meets, team pictures, finishing the marking period, administering four periods of tests, grading massive amounts of late work, and participating in spirit week for homecoming... well, it's safe to say I'm just plain pooped.  Haha!  But really, homecoming week was a wild ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend Deb drove up from St. Louis and Rach flew in from DC.  Add in several other former FSMA ladies and it was one she-bang of a weekend.  Starbucks, two trips to Wal-Mart, several episodes of Gilmore Girls, the 4th anniversary of Exit 59 Church, a trip to Cheesecake Factory to see Anna and it was as though we had never left... almost.  It was dreadfully hard to say good-byes last Sunday evening.  I have no clue when I'll see though gals again.  But it was wonderful to share their company (especially in IN) once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has afforded me the opportunity to see many other alumni- Junice, Jenna, the Sutters... wonderful!  I was unsure as to how I would handle my first homecoming, especially since I'm still living in the general area- but I believe I've had enough time to adjust to that fact that it did not cause as much... disruption... as I expected.  Regardless, the day was filled with pretending to watch portions of the football game, visiting the Jumping Bean, watching the girls' soccer game, Ivanhoe's with the Sutters and Mitchels, Laundry House/Eastapalooza, and finally back at Amy's place.  Ooh, and I also caught airband Thursday evening before visiting English to help Reno with a little Calc I. :)  As mentioned above, I went out to dinner with two newly married couples this evening.  It was uncannily normal.  It was the first time I've seen either of them since they were married.  Unfortunately, I was unable to contribute to the sharing of wedding stories, but other than that it was wonderful. ;)  However, it was strange to realize that I'm slowly getting older- old enough for my friends to be married and have 'real lives', or something like that.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of 'real lives', I'm finally feeling like I'm starting to settle in a bit.  I'm getting to know the other teachers in the building a little better- I went to the hog roast Friday night with a few of them- and I just got a lead on the Grant County Young Professionals group.  Perhaps a slight pattern of normalcy is helping as well (slight is the key word there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other things I've been pondering over this time of silence, but tonight is not the time nor the place to share such things.  They shall simply have to wait until later... g'night folks. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-266324269708358731?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/266324269708358731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=266324269708358731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/266324269708358731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/266324269708358731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-9-weeks.html' title='First 9 weeks'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-5397446804744611308</id><published>2008-09-30T20:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:10:38.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts and Home Meets</title><content type='html'>During a moment in class yesterday when I was very close to being flustered...&lt;br /&gt;one of my students raised her hand.&lt;br /&gt;me: yes, T?&lt;br /&gt;T: [smiling widely] Did you get your hair cut this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;me: yes, T, I did&lt;br /&gt;T: I like it.  It looks really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That definitely isn't what I was expecting, but it made me smile a whole lot.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had our last home cross country meet and it was w-i-n-d-y!  Whew!  But my kids did great.  Afterwards I stopped by the 7th grade football game for a little bit.  Unfortunately the cold and wind got the better of me in my shorts and I headed home after a bit two warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good phone call with mom over dinner and now I'm taking a few moments of pure relaxation with a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Deb come in 3 days.  I CANNOT wait! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-5397446804744611308?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/5397446804744611308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=5397446804744611308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5397446804744611308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5397446804744611308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/09/haircuts-and-home-meets.html' title='Haircuts and Home Meets'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-1521178539006336903</id><published>2008-09-29T20:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:06:25.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Commissioning, detentions, and coffee</title><content type='html'>I returned home around midnight last night from a marvelous weekend. I took part in the commissioning ceremony for one of my best friends as she entered the US Army as a medical officer. It was definitely a momentous occasion and I am rather proud of her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the past 2.5 days with some of the people nearest and dearest to me. So, needless to say, I wasn't exactly thrilled about returning home to an empty apartment. :P There may have been a few tears shed upon departure, but I was enormously thankful for the company of two other gals on the drive back to Indiana from Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was visiting with a dear old friend and discussing recent developments, he made the comment 'it looks like you're making a life for yourself'. Well, I suppose I am, eh? Life is what you make of it and, quite frankly, I haven't been putting forth much effort, if any, in that area. All energy has gone to teaching, coaching, and taking care of the small mundane details of life. Admittedly, I have done an extraordinarily poor job of 'plugging in'. Along with that thought came the realization that, as much as I think my students need it, character development is also good for those a little older. I have the feeling that this year will provide a multitude of opportunities for my own character development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time talking to another teacher in my hallway today, which is no unusual occurrence. We have the same prep period and it has proven to be very beneficial for me to have a great source of knowledge at my fingertips. :) During today's discussion, she gave me a very high compliment.  "I am so impressed with you... so impressed."  Wow.  From someone who has been teaching for 37 years talking to a first year teacher, that meant quite a bit.  (Thanks for the encouragement!)  By the way, I wrote up my first two detentions today. Is it weird that my first experience with detentions is on the giving side? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I purchased some small tupperware containers tonight to hold applesauce, trail mix, etc.  I think I'm a little too excited at the prospect of using them tomorrow. :P  I also love Starbucks' Teacher Appreciation Mondays. Hooray for free coffee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-1521178539006336903?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/1521178539006336903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=1521178539006336903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1521178539006336903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1521178539006336903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/09/commissioning-detentions-and-coffee.html' title='Commissioning, detentions, and coffee'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-1439452245533255988</id><published>2008-09-25T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:01:50.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet and Class Pets</title><content type='html'>My internet is officially up and working!  Woo hoo!  It's been a long time coming, but it is finally all set up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long week- two meets and resuming normal classes after ISTEP testing.  However, tomorrow I've canceled practice and the day suddenly seems much more manageable.  Of course, it is the beginning of the James Dean festival which is, naturally, sufficient reason to suspend all normal activities.  But the true reason behind the change in schedule is my long-anticipated road trip to Kalamazoo.  One of my dearest friends is currently in her first year of medical school.  This weekend she is flying home from Colorado for her commissioning ceremony into the Army.  You know, just a minor occasion. :P  So myself and another gal or two from the area are driving up to join in the celebrations, and just for a chance to see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I now have two 'class pets'.  They are plastic key chain animals, a cow (Sheldon) and a tiger (Kenneth), that make noises and light up.  Two of my junior high boys gave them to me to 'babysit' during the day.  They think it's the greatest thing ever.  And, I'll be honest, I get a kick out of the moo-ing sound that the cow makes.  Oh the adventures of junior high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-1439452245533255988?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/1439452245533255988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=1439452245533255988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1439452245533255988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1439452245533255988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/09/internet-and-class-pets.html' title='Internet and Class Pets'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-1951467390615116053</id><published>2008-09-23T20:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:48:22.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way home...</title><content type='html'>... yesterday I passed two rather large pieces of farm equipment on the road home.  I'm ashamed to say I can't tell you exactly what they were or what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... today I was stopped in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart by two of my runners.  The first spotted me in the produce area and ran up to me with a huge smile on her face just to say hi (even though I had just seen her a half hour before).  I ran into the second in the check-out line.  His mother and I proceeded to have a wonderful chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, of course, it's always good for your morale when you pass the gymnasium doors during an 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade volleyball game and half a dozen of your 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade students spot you and suddenly begin waving their hands violently in the air and yelling "Miss H" in attempts to get your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the ladies in the high school office are wonderful.  Every day I walk in there is the now-standard "well aren't you cute" or "doesn't she look adorable?" comments.  Today a fellow teacher asked me if I was a miss or Mrs. and then proceeded to think about which gentlemen with whom she could set me up (she started with her brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she wanted me in the family).  It's just a great way to begin the day.  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-1951467390615116053?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/1951467390615116053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=1951467390615116053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1951467390615116053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1951467390615116053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-my-way-home.html' title='On my way home...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-4892258887294923659</id><published>2008-09-21T22:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:40:06.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tastes of Fall</title><content type='html'>There are several reasons I've absolutely come to love the upcoming fall season.  For one, as the weather has cooled down and it's felt less and less like summer it is easier for me to go to work and spend my day indoors.  I don't feel like I'm missing out on life (specifically summer life) quite as much.  Of course, it also helps that my brother is finally in school too. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool air is refreshing and invigorating.  The fields (corn and soybean) are beautiful, especially under the early morning sunrise.  And then, of course, there are the foods of fall.  Mom, dad, and Tim came down this weekend for parent's weekend at TU and brought down some goodies from our cider mill back home for Kirstin and myself.  A half gallon of apple cider, a half dozen cider donuts and several apples currently sit in my fridge.  I really need to find out if there is an orchard nearby- it is by far one of the best perks of this season. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other noteworthy points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't lose any socks in the laundry today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I successfully used a Downy ball today... and an industrial-sized washer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My K-zoo road trip is this coming weekend and I'm super excited- for multiple reasons ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just finished grading the first pre-calc test of the year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My (old) roommate is coming out to visit in 2 weeks- YES!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad and I hung my curtain in the kitchen this weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a working paper towel holder now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Starbucks in my area has 'teacher appreciation Mondays' for the next week.  I'm taking advantage of that free tall pike's peak tomorrow morning on my way to school. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-4892258887294923659?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/4892258887294923659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=4892258887294923659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4892258887294923659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4892258887294923659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/09/tastes-of-fall.html' title='Tastes of Fall'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-7062871666163219162</id><published>2008-09-17T21:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:44:41.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Call for Help</title><content type='html'>Last night my brother called me.  First of all, that's a big event.  He's not exactly a huge phone person.  He had two questions for me.  1) What is the Law of Cosines? 2) What is the Law of Sines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered his questions in great fashion.  (Go me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I said "Isn't it great to have a sister who is a math teacher?"  Hehe.  Wow, it actually happened.  I'm actually a teacher.  LOVE it! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-7062871666163219162?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/7062871666163219162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=7062871666163219162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7062871666163219162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7062871666163219162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/09/call-for-help.html' title='Call for Help'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-3961082546735134862</id><published>2008-09-15T21:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:24:42.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside of ISTEP</title><content type='html'>Well, ISTEP testing may be a minor (major) headache, but at least it gives me a good excuse to bake for my students.  My 8th graders are testing with me, so they are getting some tasty muffins tomorrow morning.  Ooohh how I love spoiling people. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-3961082546735134862?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/3961082546735134862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=3961082546735134862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/3961082546735134862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/3961082546735134862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/09/upside-of-istep.html' title='Upside of ISTEP'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-1655280261165349984</id><published>2008-09-14T21:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:41:56.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DMS with Caramel Apples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SM2798fsZrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lRvOdMDByHA/s1600-h/DMS+carmel+apples+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246055813841970866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SM2798fsZrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lRvOdMDByHA/s400/DMS+carmel+apples+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you how great it was to see these gals yesterday.  I wish I could tell you how hilarious it was making and eating caramel apples.  But I can't.  It's simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt; to describe such events.  You'll just have to trust me.  It was simply amazing.  We laughed so hard we were all speechless and in tears.  Amy was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hyperventilating&lt;/span&gt; and Erin was on the couch crying.  I did all I could to keep from falling off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;swiss&lt;/span&gt; ball.  I hadn't laughed that hard in... months.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DMS&lt;/span&gt; reunions were definitely a good idea. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-1655280261165349984?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/1655280261165349984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=1655280261165349984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1655280261165349984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1655280261165349984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/09/dms-with-caramel-apples.html' title='DMS with Caramel Apples'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SM2798fsZrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lRvOdMDByHA/s72-c/DMS+carmel+apples+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-6790664402096912070</id><published>2008-09-14T21:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:32:37.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment Pics</title><content type='html'>As promised (about a month ago), here are a few pictures of my apartment.  Unfortunately, some are slightly outdated.  My bedroom is more unpacked/organized and there is a new tablecloth and flower arrangement on the kitchen table and a valance to be hung shortly on that window.  Other than that, well, nothing much has changed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SM235KDVhPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NL0p1YEthQ0/s1600-h/moving+in+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246051333535270130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SM235KDVhPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NL0p1YEthQ0/s200/moving+in+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SM22bmxm-9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9sZL2lekhi4/s1600-h/moving+in+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246049726337842130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SM22bmxm-9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9sZL2lekhi4/s200/moving+in+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; (l) bookcases in the living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(r) bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SM2113drAcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tvCnG8c34H4/s1600-h/moving+in+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246049077982593474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SM2113drAcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tvCnG8c34H4/s200/moving+in+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kitchen table given to me by a fellow teacher at M-G :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SM21mkaSDaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/g1urwGFvLRw/s1600-h/moving+in+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246048815170063778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SM21mkaSDaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/g1urwGFvLRw/s200/moving+in+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SM21WoEWXnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/u_zptRF1axo/s1600-h/moving+in+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246048541273906802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SM21WoEWXnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/u_zptRF1axo/s200/moving+in+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left and right sides of my kitchen 'ally', respectively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-6790664402096912070?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/6790664402096912070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=6790664402096912070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6790664402096912070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6790664402096912070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/09/apartment-pics.html' title='Apartment Pics'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SM235KDVhPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NL0p1YEthQ0/s72-c/moving+in+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-4548479280331345312</id><published>2008-09-11T21:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:52:16.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Highest Compliment</title><content type='html'>At open house last night a parent, and fellow teacher, approached me about her son.  Apparently he wasn't feeling well the other day but wanted to come to school so he could go to math class.  He's really enjoying class and feels like he's understanding math for the first time.  Today that same student told me he wants to be a math teacher when he grows up.  I don't think there is any higher compliment.  It is definitely a highlight of my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my athletes had their first home meet tonight.  I was thrilled about the parent turnout we had, and most of my kids ran good times for themselves.  However, we didn't fare too well against our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opponent&lt;/span&gt;.  The program is building, and they're improving.  That's all I can ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I realized another perk of living alone.  I get to pick out my own ice cream flavor. :)  I just picked up Edy's loaded chocolate fudge brownie.  If nothing else, it most definitely fits the bill for a chocolate fix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-4548479280331345312?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/4548479280331345312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=4548479280331345312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4548479280331345312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4548479280331345312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/09/highest-compliment.html' title='The Highest Compliment'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-8221394616750946361</id><published>2008-09-10T21:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:30:52.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jr High Open House</title><content type='html'>Full day of classes, cross country practice, tennis game for one of my high school boys, junior high open house, volleyball game for my high school girls.  Fourteen hours later I made it back home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open house reminded me of several things tonight. 1) I love teaching 2) I love parents 3) I love being organized 4) It's not difficult for me to talk for 8 minutes 5) I remembered what it was like to walk out of school into darkness- hardly seeing the light of day (swim memories, anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream, bed, and then I'm doing it all over again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow brings meet number 2 for my team.  Woo hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-8221394616750946361?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/8221394616750946361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=8221394616750946361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/8221394616750946361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/8221394616750946361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/09/jr-high-open-house.html' title='Jr High Open House'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-7965027930330618331</id><published>2008-09-09T22:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:44:27.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"We'll throw you a ball..."</title><content type='html'>I told my students that it was my goal to make it to at least one of each of their sporting events.  Friday I went to a football game.  This week's sport of choice was high school volleyball.  Today in class my girls were asking me when I'd be able to make it.  Today didn't look like a possibility since I had my first cross country meet.  However, they told me they'd throw me a ball if I came... and they'd save one for me in case I got there late.  I had no idea what they were talking about- until I made it to their game and the line up was called.  As each girl's name was announced, she threw a small plastic volleyball (which all the they had all signed) to someone in the crowd.  One of my students tossed me her ball and I finally understood.  That moment definitely made my day- possibly even my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm also very proud of my junior high athletes, please don't misunderstand me.  They had a great first meet, to be sure.  But there's simply something about receiving acknowledgement like that that just lets me know, at least on some very small level, 'hey, you're OK'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the cross country meet, I ran into my old high school students and athletes from last year.  They're just as great and hilarious as I remember.  "Hey, it's Miss Hegelein.  That's ironic."  "Hey, Miss Hegelein, did you miss me? ...[meh, well...] What?  I haven't seen you in a year and that's how you treat me?!"  "Traitor!  M-G?  Why aren't you back here?"  Haha!  As my first kids, they have a special place in my heart.  Not to be outdone, my current students are definitely growing on me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We survived our first meet with at 28:1 athlete to coach ratio.  :D&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love junior high cross country.  Go Argylls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-7965027930330618331?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/7965027930330618331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=7965027930330618331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7965027930330618331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7965027930330618331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-throw-you-ball.html' title='&quot;We&apos;ll throw you a ball...&quot;'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-3851734405766658769</id><published>2008-09-08T20:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:25:21.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Dinner</title><content type='html'>Sunday I returned to Exit 59 Church again.  We sent Mark off and prayed for him as a church- he's leaving for L.A. on Saturday to work with WorldImpact.  He spoke to the church about his ministry out there and also interjected some words of wisdom to the freshmen.  He advised them to go to church with their friends.  He recounted how he and his friends (myself, Rach, Deb, and Jared) would call each other Saturday evening, decide who was driving and keep each other accountable.  I was so proud to have been a part of that- a part of his life- a part of JaMBaRDi, our family.  But as he was telling the story, there was also a deep sharp pain for the lonliness I felt over what I had lost.  Church was so entirely wrapped up in my group of friends that it was rather painful to be back there without them.  So, as much as I love Exit 59, I'm not sure that can remain my church home right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly brighter note, some Sunday traditions are still continuing, but in a slightly different and modified manner.  Kirstin, Tabs, Amy Laur, and Brittney came over for lunch after church.  A simple meal was made all the better by their company.  They were also my first official dinner guests- and we even had a real kitchen table at which to eat!  KK and Tabs stayed for a bit to do some work and then left for the all-sports meeting.  I ended the evening by going to school for a few hours to set up my bulletin boards and take care of some paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISTEP meeting tomorrow morning, Oak Hill Invite tomorrow afternoon, midterm grades due Wednesday morning, junior high open house Wednesday evening, and another cross country meet Thursday afternoon.  And somewhere in there hopefully I'll see Mark before he moves out to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and of course Taylor has a cross country invite Saturday morning to be followed by a day full of DMS lady wonderfulness when Erin and Deal drive up from Indy to hang out with Amy and I.  Cornfield photoshoots, caramel apples, and several dozen teacher stories should fill the day quite splendidly. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-3851734405766658769?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/3851734405766658769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=3851734405766658769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/3851734405766658769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/3851734405766658769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/09/family-dinner.html' title='Family Dinner'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-6356645418117753456</id><published>2008-09-03T21:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:14:43.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long-awaited Rain</title><content type='html'>For at least two weeks now I have been longing for a good thunderstorm.&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to go to bed early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;My thunderstorm just began about 15 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to bed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about thunderstorms that I just purely LOVE!  It is something I cannot quite describe, which isn't terribly surprising since I lose my capacity to articulate things well rather easily at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it comforting.  It gives me a sense of relief.  I wish it were cooler so I could wrap myself in a long sleeve T-shirt, shorts, and a blanket as I lie on the couch contemplating and enjoying life.  It'd be rather wonderful.  The rain splattering the porch, each drop a unique splash among the pattern of many.  The thunder that rattles your very core and the lightning that reveals the entire night sky for that most brief moment of time only to let it all fall into the mystery of darkness once more.  No matter where I am the thunderstorms remain the same.  It is a constant in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the small things of life.  Several years ago I made a list of things that make me happy.  I stuck it on my desk during a particularly trying semester to provide a much-needed smile during wee hours of the morning.  Below I have reproduced (and modified) that list in part for the purpose of reminding myself of those small pick-me-ups that I tend to come by so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that make me smile:&lt;br /&gt;thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;sweatpants&lt;br /&gt;long sleeve T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;running shorts&lt;br /&gt;soccer socks&lt;br /&gt;one-handed cartwheels&lt;br /&gt;belly-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whomping&lt;/span&gt; in puddles&lt;br /&gt;fog enclosing a harbor&lt;br /&gt;sunrises/sunsets&lt;br /&gt;flat water on the great lakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maddawg&lt;/span&gt; runs&lt;br /&gt;prayers before races&lt;br /&gt;singing&lt;br /&gt;baking&lt;br /&gt;pictures&lt;br /&gt;people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I'll enjoy my thunderstorm and leave the other items for another day... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-6356645418117753456?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/6356645418117753456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=6356645418117753456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6356645418117753456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6356645418117753456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-awaited-rain.html' title='Long-awaited Rain'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-6998657376963029370</id><published>2008-09-03T21:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:51:12.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>As I was driving to the drive-in in Hartford City this past weekend I was turning through radio stations and happened upon the latter part of an old episode from Adventures in Odyssey.  Now, while it may no longer be 'age appropriate', I was raised on Adventures in Odyssey and those characters (oddly enough) still have a special spot in my heart.  This particular episode dealt with Whit leaving Whit's End and Connie, Eugene, and Tom having to deal with how to keep things running while Whit was away.  Connie, resistant to change, refused to allow Jack Allen, an old friend of Whit's, yet new to town, to run the shop.  Throughout the episode Jack gives a nice little pep talk to Scrub, a young boy who is about to lose is first tooth.  Scrub is in tears because he fears it will hurt and does not understand the necessity of change.  Jack, ever so perfectly, explains to him that change is necessary for growth, and when we experience change we will feel something, sometimes loss.  Yet that feeling of loss is required in order for us to continue to grow.  This in turn applies to Connie and her feelings regarding the change around Whit's End.  And then both of these stories in turn apply to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is necessary for growth.  I know I want to continue to grow- in my faith, in my personal life, in my friendships, in my career.  I know that I have not appreciated all aspects of change that have occurred over the past few months since graduation.  Yet they have all been necessary steps in life.  I may not like being alone, but it allows me time to better understand myself and grow in self-awareness.  For as long as I can remember I've had younger siblings or other girls around to take care of, dote on, and direct my attention towards.  Now they are all removed and I am forced to consider myself in all the decisions I make.  I think I may be working through my indeciveness... at least a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I feel the pain of losing all that I once held dear, I do not regret that I have had to continue down the path of life leaving them behind for now.  It's time to move on to some new experiences while reflecting on what I've learned from the past.  It's a rather odd place to be considering that I'm not far removed from the geographical location of my home for the past four years.  Yet life looks entirely different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like on Adventures in Odyssey, I may resent the change at times.  Things of the past- friends, teammates, relationships- are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-6998657376963029370?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/6998657376963029370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=6998657376963029370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6998657376963029370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6998657376963029370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/09/but-not-forgotten.html' title='But Not Forgotten'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-7755004722037260362</id><published>2008-09-01T00:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:31:29.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Drive-in" Movies</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the annual "drive-in" movie that John's hosted for the past few years.  This year the event was held at Blackford High School and the outdoor facilities worked very well for us.  Three generators powered two separate screens and the popcorn machine.  While I watched "Vantage Point" at one screen, my sister was across the field at the other.  Too fun!  We were literally in the middle of the cornfields- as in the soccer field on which we were sprawled out was surrounded by corn- it was just a few yards from the lines of the playing field.  I have to admit, it was quite the beautiful backdrop for that giant movie screen. :)  I ran into my Reno there and we ended up spending the evening together which was a very pleasant surprise.  Unfortunately, I left towards the beginning of the second film because I'm an old person and was rather tired. :P  So, it's off to be for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for 3-day weekends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-7755004722037260362?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/7755004722037260362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=7755004722037260362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7755004722037260362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7755004722037260362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/09/drive-in-movies.html' title='&quot;Drive-in&quot; Movies'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-4474724114150139029</id><published>2008-08-29T21:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:22:06.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Table for Four</title><content type='html'>So, I decided that one of the perks of living alone is the ability to eat straight out of the peanut butter jar.  I'm sitting in the family room right now drinking chocolate milk and casually dipping my fork in the peanut butter jar to smear it over my banana- TUTF style. :)  Of course, another great thing is having dinner leftovers to eat for school lunch the next day.  Then again, that's only positive if dinner turned out well. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night one of the high school teachers followed me home and helped me carry up the newest addition to my apartment.  She and her husband gave me their old kitchen table!  It's absolutely wonderful- a 3.5 ft diameter round solid oak table with four chairs.  It's been well loved, but covered with my blue table cloth no one would ever know.  And let's be honest, I don't really care.  I have a real kitchen table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long weekend lies ahead and, until a few hours ago, I had no plans but settling in a little more and continuing to organize.  However, I will have a life tomorrow and go to Cedar Point with a youth group from Hartford City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chicken taco salad for dinner.  It was delicious.  (One meal of which I'm glad to have leftovers.)  Now I'm watching Numb3rs and feeling rather nerdy.  (Love the DMS!)  Then it's down for a few hours of sleep before a full day tomorrow.  Get excited. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-4474724114150139029?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/4474724114150139029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=4474724114150139029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4474724114150139029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4474724114150139029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/08/table-for-four.html' title='Table for Four'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-1931098543444136489</id><published>2008-08-27T18:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:17:23.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Colored Highlights</title><content type='html'>As I was driving to school this morning (am I supposed to say 'school' or 'work'?  or can I use the two terms interchangeably?) I started thinking about what the highlight of my third Wednesday of teaching could possibly be.  Now, you need to know that on my drive I hit exactly one stoplight and one blinking red light.  I was rather excited today when, for only the second time, I hit the stoplight on green.  I thought that would be a highlight in its own rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that thinking disappeared when, before 4th period, two of my high school girls came up to talk to me and told me that they liked my outfit.  In fact, they went so far as to say that they always like what I wear and they think I'm stylish. :)  If that doesn't make your day, I don't know what does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after cross country practice one of my sixth graders told me that it was much better than latch-key.  Well, at least it's a step up, right?  And I was afraid that this particular individual wouldn't enjoy himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, the last few highlights of the day include picking up wings from my new favorite restaurant (The Varsity Grill- family owned and operated- relatives of one of my students/athletes), had my oil changed, got a letter saying my coaching position has been approved by the board and is official, and mom calling to tell me that she found an artificial Christmas tree for my apartment (so maybe it's a few months early- but it was free!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, sitting in my living room eating dinner and thinking about my day.  And then I began categorizing the highlights of my day.  Before I knew it I was thinking about them like items in my planner.  Each one became color-coded according to the type of activity.  You see, yellow signifies typical events/assignments that are due.  Orange marks major events, like tests and exams.  Pink marks social events.  Blue is for meetings.  Green, of course, is always used for running and other sporting events.  It's been that way since the beginning of college.  And I don't think it'll change any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some old habits just never die. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-1931098543444136489?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/1931098543444136489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=1931098543444136489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1931098543444136489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1931098543444136489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/08/colored-highlights.html' title='Colored Highlights'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-988335117985835229</id><published>2008-08-26T21:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:28:22.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invisible Baton appeared at May's Graduation Celebration</title><content type='html'>Our new Meijer has some paint on the outside now. I'm only a little excited for it to open up. :) It'll be a bit yet, but I'm working on my patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left school around 6:30 this evening and, realizing that all my meat back home was in the freezer and I didn't feel like defrosting anything or cooking, I stopped by Papa Murphy's to pick up a pizza for the evening. I tried it out last week and, loving it, was quick to go back. I even had a coupon for a free container of cookie dough. So, while the pizza was cooking, that cookie dough and I had a bit of QT (no, I didn't spoil my supper).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy and I have a coffee/lesson planning date set for Thursday. I'm thrilled to have some Amy time to myself. It's like she's spoiling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, to celebrate Vanessa's first day teaching in Maine (congratulations to my favorite middle school science teacher!), I decided to include this lovely picture from our graduation party at Taylor back in May. This would be Vanna and I 'practicing' our 4x100 blind hand-off. My steps weren't quite right. And Vanna forgot the baton. But you get the point. We love running. And we love each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SLSsWSpk2cI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xPt1tjtInp8/s1600-h/2008-05-16+%26+17+TU+graduation+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239001765502048706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SLSsWSpk2cI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xPt1tjtInp8/s400/2008-05-16+%26+17+TU+graduation+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was walking down the hall after school this evening and it hit me.  I'm a teacher.  A real, live teacher.  Somehow, after looking forward to this point in time for many years, I can't quite believe it has actually arrived.  But I'm glad it has, accompanied by many challenges just to keep me on my toes. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-988335117985835229?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/988335117985835229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=988335117985835229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/988335117985835229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/988335117985835229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/08/invisible-baton-appeared-at-mays.html' title='The Invisible Baton appeared at May&apos;s Graduation Celebration'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SLSsWSpk2cI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xPt1tjtInp8/s72-c/2008-05-16+%26+17+TU+graduation+183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-5183545984893185960</id><published>2008-08-25T19:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:43:13.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 3</title><content type='html'>Week 3, day 1.&lt;br /&gt;The first round of tests is over for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-algebra and algebra classes.  Round two is actually later this week.  The way the Saxon textbooks are organized there is a test every 4 lessons so we'll have a test nearly every week.  Tomorrow I have a new teacher meeting in the morning and a high school math department meeting in the afternoon.  Practice is going well and our team roster is still growing daily.  Friday I received my marvelous coach's shirt which is really going to be the cause of some jealousy.  :)  I also talked to the gentleman who is making our cross country shirts so that we can finalize the design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend the family came down and helped move Kirstin into Taylor.   She's as settled as one can be as a freshman after welcome weekend.  Her classes start tomorrow and Tim starts within a few weeks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that life is happening.  So much has changed within the past few months and I don't think I've quite caught up.  Almost, but not quite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-5183545984893185960?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/5183545984893185960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=5183545984893185960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5183545984893185960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5183545984893185960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-3.html' title='Week 3'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-4730634691285840724</id><published>2008-08-17T12:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:37:37.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm still alive down here in central Indiana.  And when the internet arrives at my apartment (hopefully sooner rather than later) that will become more aparent.  As for now, be content in knowing that I'm almost completely unpacked, my classroom is becoming more decorated and organized, and I love my school, co-workers, and students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New adventures are constantly around the corner.  Tomorrow marks the beginning of middle school cross country and I'm pumped.  I might have even decided on a T-shirt design already.  I know- me, the indecisive one, already decided on a T-shirt?  Yup.  It's true. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit strange going to my church this morning- as a teacher and not a student this time- but it was wonderful to see those people again, to chat with the parents of the kids I had in the nursery last year.  In many ways it's just wonderful to be back.  I'm even learning to shop at Wal-Mart on my own without Rach (a novel idea, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think cooking for one is my largest challenge at the moment- I'm so accustomed to feeding 5 people when I make dinner.  I'll figure it out sooner or later, right? ;)  And besides, leftovers make for a great school lunch the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-4730634691285840724?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/4730634691285840724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=4730634691285840724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4730634691285840724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4730634691285840724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-4756275632583553045</id><published>2008-08-05T19:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:15:47.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Uhaul&lt;/span&gt; trailer is all packed and ready to go.  My car is awaiting its final suitcase and pillow before its departure tomorrow.  And I really am excited to have a job and be teaching this year.  Yet the past several days have been full of nostalgia and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intensely&lt;/span&gt; missing what I once had, those that once surrounded me.  I know living alone will have certain benefits, but for those of you that know me at least moderately well know how much I love people.  The apartment will, no doubt, feel very empty at times.  And somewhere deep down that really scares me, and it hurts like all get out.  The summer did not pan out as I had expected or hoped, and I can't see God's designs for me in this year as it is definitely far from what I had planned for myself.  Yet a dear teammate so wonderfully reminded me yesterday to trust.  Just trust God.  I thought I had that lesson down earlier this summer.  Apparently not.  I'm a slow learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, I miss you terribly.  And I dreadfully wish for those times when we could simply gather on the couches in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fairlane&lt;/span&gt;, play Guillotine, and share laughs.  I miss the craziness, the long nights after track meets, and the joy that you brought to my lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I may be hesitant at the prospects of life right now, I know it will still be okay.  Life is still good.  I'll get over the change soon enough.  And maybe I'll even enjoy it once and a while. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-4756275632583553045?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/4756275632583553045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=4756275632583553045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4756275632583553045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/4756275632583553045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/08/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-7214740150520795762</id><published>2008-07-30T23:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:51:26.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Strikes and You're Out</title><content type='html'>Three related scenarios occurred within the past six days.  They are all rather entertaining (on various levels) and recorded below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation #1:&lt;br /&gt;I went into school early last Friday to decorate my bulletin boards before meeting with another teacher.  I had just been given keys to my classroom (HUGE deal!) however, my door was already open and the lights were on.  I walked in to see a gentleman sitting at my desk setting up the computer (hooray!).&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman: [looks up briefly] I'm not the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Me: [uncertain pause] I know.  I am!&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman: Oh.  I thought you were a student...&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!?!?!  It's not even the first day of school and I'm already being mistaken for a high school student?!  Well, in his defense, I did come in with my computer backpack and my jeans rolled up mid-calf (it was 80+ degrees outside, give me a break).  But still... I think I'll avoid the jeans for a while.  Probably at least the next decade or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation #2:&lt;br /&gt;While applying for a credit card at the bank...&lt;br /&gt;Banker: So are you going off to college?&lt;br /&gt;(Well no, actually I just graduated.  I'm a teacher now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation #3:&lt;br /&gt;Getting 'kid' pictures this morning...&lt;br /&gt;The photographer looks at Timothy, who is now the tallest of the three of us and asks "so are you the oldest?"&lt;br /&gt;No ma'am, that would be me, the college graduate.  He's the youngest-a high school junior- the same age as some of my students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three strikes.  People think I'm either a) a high school student b) a college freshman or c) younger than my high school junior brother.  So what now?  Am I just not allowed to grow up?  I know I don't look old, but really?  C'mon now. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-7214740150520795762?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/7214740150520795762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=7214740150520795762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7214740150520795762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7214740150520795762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-strikes-and-youre-out.html' title='Three Strikes and You&apos;re Out'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-5871527655948679061</id><published>2008-07-28T23:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:51:59.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Care of Business</title><content type='html'>Originally I was disappointed that I would not be able to move this coming weekend. Right now I'm quite thankful for that fact. Given that I have not actually been home for more than two consecutive nights within the past three weeks (or at least I don't think I have been), it's nice to sit in one geographical location for at least a short period of time. That and I have a few business-like items to tend to before making the official move. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a list of to-do items for tomorrow (I think I may be a chronic 'to-do' list maker). It includes everything from reserving a Uhaul trailer, calling my apartment complex about Internet access, finding an insurance agent in IN, closing my MI checking account, checking out a toaster oven, calling my middle school principal about coaching the middle school cross country team, calling the Madison Grant payroll clerk, and digging through the closet basement to find a director's chair for my classroom (and to think that will be the same director's chair I used to play teacher as a child- oh the irony of it all). And that all needs to be done before 9 so I can go running with Kirstin. Ok, so maybe only the phone calls need to happen before then. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really is a strange balance at present. I'm living out of a suitcase for the next two weeks. My room is nearly stripped of its furniture and, as much as I have boxed and ready to go, I feel as though things won't be done until that back door on the Uhaul trailer is locked and we pull out of the driveway. I'll probably forget something crucial and mom and dad will have to save me by bringing it back down when they visit for KK's Welcome Weekend at TU. Yet somehow I'll survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, completely switching tracks now. Flashback to last week while I was in IN. I found an apartment! I'm not entirely positive it'll be ready in time- it still needs new carpet- but it's all that had the possibility of being ready for me in time. Pictures of the model are included below. Pictures of mine will be supplied as they become available. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SI6TUbicyqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/apW5DjmPQyY/s1600-h/Turnberry+Square+(IN)+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228278196622641826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SI6TUbicyqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/apW5DjmPQyY/s200/Turnberry+Square+(IN)+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SI6Sad-echI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UDs_ieIyvi0/s1600-h/Turnberry+Square+(IN)+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228277200844648978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SI6Sad-echI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UDs_ieIyvi0/s200/Turnberry+Square+(IN)+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228278625461800962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SI6TtZFrEAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/f4hxj2cxarY/s200/Turnberry+Square+(IN)+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-5871527655948679061?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/5871527655948679061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=5871527655948679061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5871527655948679061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5871527655948679061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/07/taking-care-of-business.html' title='Taking Care of Business'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SI6TUbicyqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/apW5DjmPQyY/s72-c/Turnberry+Square+(IN)+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-1119900157871264022</id><published>2008-07-22T19:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:56:37.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiana Vacation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm in Indiana. Still. And, at the rate things are going, it looks like I'll be here until Friday (not that I'm complaining). Here's a brief synopsis of my doings thus far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-&lt;br /&gt;drove down to TU&lt;br /&gt;ran into Coach Bowers :)&lt;br /&gt;stopped by an apartment complex- was referred to another&lt;br /&gt;met my superintendent&lt;br /&gt;visited a second apartment complex- put down an application fee&lt;br /&gt;spent 6 hrs in Payne's filling out the application and typing up beginning of the year documents (and wasting time)&lt;br /&gt;joined Ryan in helping Kelsey pack up her stuff in Marion to move to Indy&lt;br /&gt;spent the night with Kelsey (and Jessie and friends) in their new apt in Indy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-&lt;br /&gt;bagel breakfast with Kels, Ryan, and Jessie&lt;br /&gt;drove back up to TU&lt;br /&gt;saw my classroom&lt;br /&gt;met up with Erin&lt;br /&gt;visited a potential housing unit&lt;br /&gt;walked TU campus with Erin&lt;br /&gt;came to Payne's to e-mail pics of potential housing unit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly I'll drive down to Zionsville to spend the night and tomorrow morning with Anna, my old roommate. Sometime within the next few days I'm meeting with another Madison Grant teacher and hopefully finding a few more apartment complexes to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is strangely hurried and relaxed at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, I'm not teaching two different subjects. I have four. Count 'em 1, 2, 3, 4. Precalc. Trig. 7th grade algebra. 8th grade algebra. My panic attack this afternoon was only minor. That may change once I have my textbooks. I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the head girls' track coaching position for the high school is open for this spring. It has possibilities... :) We'll see how the fall goes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I should just find a place to live first. Then we'll go from there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-1119900157871264022?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/1119900157871264022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=1119900157871264022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1119900157871264022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/1119900157871264022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/07/indiana-vacation.html' title='Indiana Vacation?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-5168448038071939778</id><published>2008-07-19T23:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:40:21.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss H lands her first real job :)</title><content type='html'>Well folks, despite my grand designs to return to the motherland (MI- thanks, Mitch) it appears as though God had different designs for me for this coming year. I had several wonderful interviews up in Michigan at great schools. I love the hand state and I love my great lakes. It seemed like a near perfect fit and I spent countless hours searching for jobs, checking district websites daily, and completing dozens of applications. And then one day, while helping my sister with a track workout, I get a phone call from a school I never initiated contact with. Yes, they contacted me at the job fair in the spring, and yes I chatted with them briefly. But now here I was several months later, fully expecting that job to have passed, and what do I get from them? A phone call. What do I do that night? Fill out an application. And the next morning? Call the school to get the new principal's name and end up setting up an interview for the following week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, after the Brown-Vanderberg wedding, I hopped in the car with mom and KK, drove the 270 some odd miles down to Indiana, interviewed, and drove home. Two days later I receive an informal offer, pending approval of the superintendent. That was a Thursday. Monday I received an official offer. Five hours later I accepted it. That was just a few days ago. Now this Monday I'm signing papers and searching for an apartment in a town already overrun by college students (I love you guys :P ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is my official announcement. I am teaching at Madison Grant in Fairmount, IN this year! So all those middle school Algebra students and high school Precalculus students better watch out. They have no idea what's coming their way. ;) It'll be a huge learning process. But shoot, I've been waiting for this moment for over a decade. One would hope I'd be ready by now. And I think I'm as near ready as any first year teacher can come. Except that I don't have my textbooks or classroom yet. All in due time. Most importantly, I'm just plain excited. There's no fear, apprehension, or anxiety. At the moment, I'm only concerned about finding a place to live- I need to move out in less than two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, remember when I said, once upon a time, that I was setting myself up for a last minute hire? Well, I got it. And after today everything but my furniture and clothes in my closet are ready to go. So let's find that apartment, rent that Uhaul, and get her moving. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who will be at/around TU in the fall, I expect to see you and have the chance to feed you at least once in the course of the upcoming year. Maddawgs, bring over those DC bananas, we'll put them to good use and carry on the banana bread tradition. ;) Love you gals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-5168448038071939778?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/5168448038071939778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=5168448038071939778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5168448038071939778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5168448038071939778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/07/miss-h-lands-her-first-real-job.html' title='Miss H lands her first real job :)'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-6888285197831579112</id><published>2008-07-10T21:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:37:04.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouragement</title><content type='html'>[To be read like an automated telephone messaging system.]&lt;br /&gt;...For encouragment #1, read the comments on the previous post; for encouragement #2, read the excerpt from an email below; for encouragement #3, recall the tentative job offer from that IN school...(yes, I received a tentative offer from Madison-Grant today :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Lately with so many employment dead-ends, i've not even wanted to express any hope when it comes to new prospects - but you know what? Hope is a good thing, even if it doesn't work out. So here's hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take heart dear friend, the Lord always knows what he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and miss you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I hear back from two schools on Monday. One will tell me if a) I got the job b) I didn't get the job or c) I need to come back for another interview. The other is to formally extend an offer- barring any extenuating circumstances.  Oh, and by the way, that former school is one in western Michigan.  I got a surprise phone call yesterday morning and went out and interviewed this morning.  Lord, please let my MI certificate arrive ASAP.  Yes, life is still crazy.  But in a few days I'll be able to decide where I'll be next year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-6888285197831579112?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/6888285197831579112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=6888285197831579112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6888285197831579112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6888285197831579112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/07/encouragement.html' title='Encouragement'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-3829573917816080740</id><published>2008-07-09T17:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:19:35.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Double O C</title><content type='html'>Double O C.  Out of control.  (Thanks Maddawgs for the standardized abbreviation.)  I'm certain that there will be points of life later on that seem much more out of control than the present circumstances.  In fact, I'm quite certain that this will look calm in comparison to the following weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that does not alter the fact that at this moment life does seem very much out of control.  Nearly every aspect of my life, or at least the details contained therein, is out of my hands- the largest of which is still the lovely unemployment which consistently looms over my head and haunts me at the most awful times. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm entirely unable to plan my days for the [welcomed] interruptions of late notice interviews. And, truth be told, I was handling it all as well as could be expected until yesterday.  Monday afternoon mom, KK, and I drove down to Upland and spent the night so I could be at the high school for my interview by 9.  It all went smoothly and according to plan.  We even had time to spend with Amo on Monday night.  The interview went well, I enjoyed meeting the principal and assistant principal and seeing the school.  But a 10-hour round trip in the car in less than 30 hours took a toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning I received a surprise call from a MI school.  I submitted an application nearly a month ago and had assumed the position had been filled.  Apparently not.  I'm driving out tomorrow morning for an interview.  Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course this is all immediately following my Sunday night return from dear Amy and Lance's wedding.  That event was entirely beautiful in every possible aspect.  Naturally, it will require further discussion at a latter point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet despite all the uncertainty, my interview yesterday reminded me of something very important.  I love high school.  I love high school students.  And I cannot wait to teach.  Even in the frustrations of countless applications, interviews, and spontaneous travels that still remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so up in the air that sometimes I wonder if all the pieces will settle again... and if they do, will they fall where I want them to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-3829573917816080740?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/3829573917816080740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=3829573917816080740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/3829573917816080740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/3829573917816080740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/07/double-o-c.html' title='Double O C'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-6455543819319317613</id><published>2008-07-04T01:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:52:00.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Bullet Point List of Updates</title><content type='html'>This is going to be rather incoherent, so let's just skip the formalities and update on bullet points, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kirstin and I got our hair cut today.  It's short.  What ponytail I can muster sticks straight into the air (see picture below left).  It's quite entertaining, actually. :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SG22j6iPXWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FKZW1VpdLx4/s1600-h/haircut+001"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219028271316819298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SG22j6iPXWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FKZW1VpdLx4/s200/haircut+001" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SG23CBI85mI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mFWPrAgpXXY/s1600-h/haircut+002"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219028788485875298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SG23CBI85mI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mFWPrAgpXXY/s200/haircut+002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I signed up for a library card. Yes, I had one before. It expired. I thought it would be a good idea to have my own while I still have a legal address in the county. [I checked out two Tolstoy books and a classic Austen for reading over the next two weeks. Fun times. :)]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I landed an interview at Madison-Grant High School back down in cornfields, IN next Tuesday. There's a random story behind that which we may get to sometime, but not tonight. Not really sure how I feel about the whole ordeal yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I packed for Amy's wedding, my interview, and vacation tonight. Craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom, Kirstin, and Tim are going to come down to IN with me when I have to make the trip for my interview (which is totally great). We've promised a stop at Ivanhoe's. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kirstin painted my toenails tonight. They look beautiful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tim very casually told me that he really likes my interview outfit and that I look professional. (Aren't brothers incredible?!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a few short hours I'm flying to WI for one of my close friend's weddings. (Hooray for flying.) .... (OK, OK... hooray for Amy's wedding!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kelsey just called this evening. She'll be at the wedding as well. It's going to be SO good to see that tracksta gal!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Erin is driving up from Indy. We're planning on snatching some QT together over the weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tabitha is flying out of Madison with me Sunday morning- except that she's going to FL. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Technically the next two weeks are family vacation. With my interview and such, I'm not really sure how it'll all pan out, but don't expect to hear from me for an undetermined amount of time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're nearing month five of researching and applying for jobs. It's become taxing and slightly frustrating (granted, I did start a tad early). I'm greatly looking forward to the time when this process is over- hopefully with a happy ending.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You do SuDoKu in pen?!" -Steffi (yes, I do)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my TU gals like crazy. I miss TU like crazy. I [almost] miss student life. But I don't want to go back. Strange? Perhaps. (yes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking to friends in Bethlehem, PA makes me miss my CTY students and instructor (Liz!) from last summer. That was an amazing time, but I know it wouldn't have worked well for this summer. Perhaps another year...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to bed so I'm awake for tomorrow's travels.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-6455543819319317613?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/6455543819319317613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=6455543819319317613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6455543819319317613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/6455543819319317613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-bullet-point-list-of-updates.html' title='Random Bullet Point List of Updates'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FihaWH3infM/SG22j6iPXWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FKZW1VpdLx4/s72-c/haircut+001' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-2045264051053317242</id><published>2008-07-01T22:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:45:15.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LBD</title><content type='html'>I don't know how I managed to last 22 years without such an "essential" item in my wardrobe.  (OK, I do know how.  Her name is Lolly Edgerton.  She has very graciously dressed me on several occasions.)  But then again, I'm not exactly sure how June 14th marked my first attendance at a wedding either.  Perhaps I'm just a little behind on this loop.  Regardless, I am proud to announce the purchase of a Little Black Dress today.  Congratulations, Becky.  You can now dress yourself for Amy's wedding and no longer have to rely on your former teammates (not that any of us minded).  After yesterday's events, I suppose you could call it retail therapy.  I, on the other hand, will call it last-minute bargain hunting, for that is [also] what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty-eight hours until I depart for the Maddawg-Jarhead extravaganza of the century.  After waiting nearly two years, it's hard to believe the Brown-Vanderberg wedding is almost here... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-2045264051053317242?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/2045264051053317242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=2045264051053317242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/2045264051053317242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/2045264051053317242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/07/lbd.html' title='LBD'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-8933700474410132815</id><published>2008-06-30T23:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:12:02.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"We decided to go in a different direction..."</title><content type='html'>Well, the phone call came in.  No job, folks.  They decided to hire a math/physics guy instead.  Somehow I had the feeling that double major option would come back to haunt me someday.  :P  I was very much hoping for that position, so I'm taking some time to adjust and figure out what to do next.  At this point, there are no postings open (save the ones at Kalamazoo that have been up for a few months now).  Thus, my holding pattern at this point is more than likely to see little to no action.  If there are no jobs, there are no applications.  No applications means no interviews... and you get the point.  It's frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing, God is doing a marvelous job teaching me patience and trust.  I just wish I could be a better student at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the search continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note:&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else, tonight I realized how little I understood friends who were in this circumstance before me- how internally insensitive I was at times- simply because there was really no true way I could appreciate their struggle.  Saying "It's OK, something will come along" is much easier when you still have a few years of college ahead of you.  Believing it at this stage takes just a little more faith.  So to those who have gone before me, I think I'm just beginning to understand the hardship you survived of not having a job post-graduation.  I'm sorry I couldn't understand until now, but thank you tremendously for your unending patience with me.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-8933700474410132815?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/8933700474410132815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=8933700474410132815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/8933700474410132815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/8933700474410132815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-decided-to-go-in-different-direction.html' title='&quot;We decided to go in a different direction...&quot;'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-5679898653814120684</id><published>2008-06-29T23:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T00:05:00.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>World Records and A Family Affair</title><content type='html'>If you're looking for something to watch these next few days, check out the Olympic Trials.  It's only kind of a big deal.  If you choose to devote your time to swimming, watch out for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vanderkaay&lt;/span&gt; name.  It may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;preceded&lt;/span&gt; by either the first name Christian, Peter, Alex, or Dane.  It's hard to tell, all four brothers are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;competing&lt;/span&gt; in Omaha.  All four brothers from dear old Rochester.  It was great when Peter won gold four years ago (he's going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Beijing&lt;/span&gt;), but to have all four siblings go through the same club coach, attend U of M, and compete at the same Trials... well, now that's just a family affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Michael Phelps and Katie Hoff set new world records in their respective 400 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IMs&lt;/span&gt;.  Peter no longer holds the American record in the 400 free, but that's of small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;consequence&lt;/span&gt; at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In track and field news... Tyson Gay competed in the 100m dash.  10.14 in prelims and 9.77 in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;quarterfinals&lt;/span&gt; (and sets a new American record beating Maurice Green's previous record by .02 seconds).  Semis- 9.85.  But that's not all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals.  9.68. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there was a 4.1m/sec wind aid and the time does not count as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; world record, it is definitely the fastest time any human being has ever run for 100m.  Now that is incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the Olympic season... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-5679898653814120684?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/5679898653814120684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=5679898653814120684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5679898653814120684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5679898653814120684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/06/world-records-and-family-affair.html' title='World Records and A Family Affair'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-457254652911957141</id><published>2008-06-29T23:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:52:18.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me smile (part 2)</title><content type='html'>In past summers, my close girlfriends from Taylor, namely Deb and Rach, and myself exchanged periodic e-mails and phone calls to stay in touch.  Recently we reinstated this standard form of communication with the addition of two others, Vanna and Sarah.  In these short correspondences it is quite evident to me how different the five of us truly are.  And yet, by the grace of God, we were brought together for a few years to live together, learn from one another, and love each other.  Now that we've spread across the country (literally- we're in Maine, Pennsylvania, Michigan, Missouri, and Texas) it's strange thinking that the only likely occasion to bring us all to the same geographic location is weddings (ladies, spread them out, please).  Yet despite that fact, the typical conversations, jargon, and mannerisms are still quite evident in our written word.  That in and of itself is enough to make one smile.  The past few correspondences have held little more than life updates and how the four of us graduates are still unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dear Jonesy still makes me smile with her words- almost to the point of tears.  For she said one of those things that really makes me stop and realize that I have true friendships in these girls- true appreciation and love for them.  Not only am I missing them dreadfully at times but they too, in a rare moment, also miss me.  (Now that's something to marvel at. :P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are her words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rachel, I miss your comforting sarcasm.  I know that doesn’t make sense in words, but I always loved our similarities.  Debi, I miss your social competence.  Whenever I got stuck in my little shell of awkwardness, I could just think WWDD? And I’d be just fine.  ;)  (This has sort of failed me since you’ve left…)  Becky, I miss your hugs and smiles.  Goodness, woman, there are some thing you just never know you’re missing until they’re gone.  Vana, no one makes me think and simultaneously laugh as much as you do…somehow this week I’ve deeply missed sitting in the back of your Volvo, eating left-over track cookies..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mmmm... track cookies... :) ... or just track...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it goes on from there.  I think if there are any miracles in my life, my friendship with these girls is definitely one of them.  :)  Love ya, ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-457254652911957141?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/457254652911957141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=457254652911957141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/457254652911957141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/457254652911957141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-that-make-me-smile-part-2.html' title='Things that make me smile (part 2)'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-7059980326648564888</id><published>2008-06-27T16:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:55:24.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me smile...</title><content type='html'>Tim, while I'm sewing a button back on his shorts- "Becky, you've got skills."  (This is why brothers are great to have around.  They make you feel so appreciated sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one of my former roommates, Ashley- "I know you will find a teaching job... Who wouldn't want to hire beautiful and gifted Miss Hegelein, track star and math wiz???"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-7059980326648564888?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/7059980326648564888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=7059980326648564888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7059980326648564888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/7059980326648564888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-that-make-me-smile.html' title='Things that make me smile...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248512915198628606.post-5867873664744946820</id><published>2008-06-26T22:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:45:48.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview?  Check.</title><content type='html'>Whew!  If the last three days weren't a whirlwind of activity and emotions, I don't know what is.  (Alright, that may only be a slight exaggeration.)  Wednesday morning I packed up some clothes and my 'file box' with my credentials and records and research on all my districts.  I left home a little after 1 and arrived at the Jevert hotel right around 4, just in time to help with a little dinner prep.  :)  I spent that evening relaxing with the Jeverts and rereading some literature on the current high school of interest.  This morning brought a lovely 7am wake-up, breakfast, shower, and short little 20 minute jaunt to the high school.  I walked in early and one of the deans of students gave me a tour of the building prior to my interview.  The library was a bit small, but the theatre and classrooms are huge!  Yes!  I then had a panel interview with 6 math teachers (half of the department) and the principal.  They were wonderful.  And, as far as I can tell, it all went quite well.  I should hear back from them sometime Monday, so this weekend could be rather interesting. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the interview and drove home to the other side of the state, of course including a stop at Quizno's for lunch.  I arrived home at 2, promptly collapsed on the couch, and mom and I watched "Pride and Prejudice".  I made it about halfway through before I realized Kirstin was waking me up for dinner.  My sleep pattern is far from normal and I don't know when it will begin to resemble some sort of schedule again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad comes home from Germany tomorrow and we all head out to the lake for the weekend.  Hopefully next week will include another trip out to western Michigan before my weekend in WI for Amy's wedding to be directly followed by family vacation.  Crazy times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's pretty much it for now.  I'll probably snag some Oreos from the pantry before moseying upstairs for the evening.  And it's another waiting period for Miss H.  I'm almost becoming good at this game.  :P  G'night y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248512915198628606-5867873664744946820?l=mamabecs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/feeds/5867873664744946820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248512915198628606&amp;postID=5867873664744946820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5867873664744946820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248512915198628606/posts/default/5867873664744946820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabecs.blogspot.com/2008/06/interview-check.html' title='Interview?  Check.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141027936586345674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
