<?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-7390027925227207701</id><updated>2012-01-22T16:02:52.083-08:00</updated><category term='`'/><title type='text'>Elizabeth's Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-9015400535837387716</id><published>2012-01-22T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T16:02:52.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rhOGr-FV5PM/TxyihGvC8TI/AAAAAAAAAPg/doLBvtd3RLs/s1600/DSC02480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rhOGr-FV5PM/TxyihGvC8TI/AAAAAAAAAPg/doLBvtd3RLs/s200/DSC02480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700609917971525938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben hung a towel bar for me in my closet so that I could organize my necklaces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found the idea here: http://thisbirdcansing.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-9015400535837387716?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/9015400535837387716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=9015400535837387716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/9015400535837387716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/9015400535837387716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-4.html' title='Project #4'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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/-rhOGr-FV5PM/TxyihGvC8TI/AAAAAAAAAPg/doLBvtd3RLs/s72-c/DSC02480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-8938825243734794339</id><published>2012-01-22T15:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:54:28.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G5LZkQARISY/TxyhHTEaVhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/bkCmUkVeZMw/s1600/DSC02481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G5LZkQARISY/TxyhHTEaVhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/bkCmUkVeZMw/s200/DSC02481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700608375094138386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ben fixed the pipes, I decided I should probably have a fresh start and organize the bathroom cupboard! Plastic shoe box bins worked perfectly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-8938825243734794339?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/8938825243734794339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=8938825243734794339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/8938825243734794339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/8938825243734794339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-3.html' title='Project #3'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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/-G5LZkQARISY/TxyhHTEaVhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/bkCmUkVeZMw/s72-c/DSC02481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-1158417477749822172</id><published>2012-01-22T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:48:17.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's Busy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqLZstpSDGA/Txyf6uHPx-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ay6WroYcaf0/s1600/DSC02479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqLZstpSDGA/Txyf6uHPx-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ay6WroYcaf0/s200/DSC02479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700607059503859682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Ben did a lot to improve our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's Project #1: Fixed the sink! This included buying all new pipes for under the sink, installing them, replacing the drain, and preventing future clogs! We have not had any stops or leaks in our sink since!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's Project #2: Ben hung a small flat screen T.V. above our treadmill!!! It looks so professional! I feel like I'm at Gold's Gym when I run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's Project #3: Ben hung up a towel bar in my closet so that I can hang up my necklaces instead of having them all thrown in a drawer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he did a great job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-1158417477749822172?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1158417477749822172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=1158417477749822172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1158417477749822172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1158417477749822172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2012/01/bens-busy-week.html' title='Ben&apos;s Busy Week'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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/-AqLZstpSDGA/Txyf6uHPx-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ay6WroYcaf0/s72-c/DSC02479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-2244653036029500024</id><published>2012-01-08T10:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T10:22:15.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qkqTuRV-k3k/TwnevuvEWHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/RTYXqjC0J9E/s1600/DSC02478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qkqTuRV-k3k/TwnevuvEWHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/RTYXqjC0J9E/s320/DSC02478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695328115367368818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn an old t-shirt into a tank top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://crafterhours.blogspot.com/2011/08/tee-to-tank-tutorial-by-jen-from.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-2244653036029500024?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2244653036029500024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=2244653036029500024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2244653036029500024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2244653036029500024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-2.html' title='Project #2'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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/-qkqTuRV-k3k/TwnevuvEWHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/RTYXqjC0J9E/s72-c/DSC02478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-1510200627925519279</id><published>2012-01-07T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T15:52:32.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='`'/><title type='text'>Greatest Person Ever</title><content type='html'>I was grading the essays my students did on the "Greatest Person Ever" in their lives. I was amazed how many students chose their parents. Of these students, almost every single one stated that a reason why they chose their parents was because their parents "listen to what they have to say." I think there is a lesson to be learned in this while I raise my two children. When I'm discussing things with Malachi, he often says, "Let me talk!" in the middle of the conversation. While he is wrong for interrupting what I am saying, he brings an interesting point to mind. How many times do I sit and barely listen because he has been literally talking all day long and I am just tired? How many times do I say, "Because I said so" without allowing him to share his point of view. In the end, he needs to obey me but I need to work on my listening skills so he feels the validation of his voice being heard. Someday as I work on this, I hope Malachi can say that one of the reasons why he loves me is because I listen to him and hear what he is sharing with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-1510200627925519279?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1510200627925519279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=1510200627925519279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1510200627925519279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1510200627925519279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2012/01/greatest-person-ever.html' title='Greatest Person Ever'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-1925512722303569451</id><published>2012-01-02T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T10:33:43.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>52 Projects in One Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOHXUYFErk4/TwH4AmDvMlI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Yivitfu1dLY/s1600/photo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOHXUYFErk4/TwH4AmDvMlI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Yivitfu1dLY/s320/photo3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693104093072929362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project #1: I created this framed artwork for only EIGHT dollars!! LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-1925512722303569451?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1925512722303569451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=1925512722303569451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1925512722303569451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1925512722303569451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2012/01/52-projects-in-one-year.html' title='52 Projects in One Year'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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/-WOHXUYFErk4/TwH4AmDvMlI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Yivitfu1dLY/s72-c/photo3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-4030881491110176223</id><published>2012-01-01T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T13:05:48.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's "Goals"</title><content type='html'>So I know that I have blogged for quite a while but there are some things I want to keep track of this year and I figure that blogging is the most convenient and best way to do this on one website instead of using a ton of different apps and websites. So here are some of my New Year's goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I am not calling them resolutions because I know they are destined to fail if I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read 75 books this year. Last year in 2011, I read 64 books so I wasn't that far off. I keep track of the books I have read on a wonderful website called goodreads.com. They are a great resource in finding out what your friends are reading and books you might find of interest. They also allow you to set a reading goal and they keep track of it for you when you log that you've completed a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I know this is going to sound cliche; I would like to get down to 115 lbs. I am pigging out this weekend because I know I am about to start eating more healthy. I'm not going to diet. I'm just going to start watching what I eat and making better choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In 2012, I will run a 10K in under 1 hour at the Rhodes City 10K on March 17. I am also registering for the Flying Pig Half-Marathon on May 6. My goal for the half marathon is finish with a smile on my face, standing upright, and a feeling of accomplishment no matter what the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I will complete one DIY (do it yourself) project per week so that's a total of 52 projects this year. I will be finding most of my ideas from a wonderful website, Pinterest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Most importantly, I have really gotten behind on my walk with with God. I will be working a little harder this year on spending more time in quiet and prayer seeking what God has for me in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-4030881491110176223?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/4030881491110176223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=4030881491110176223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/4030881491110176223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/4030881491110176223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-goals.html' title='New Year&apos;s &quot;Goals&quot;'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-3541824410359627575</id><published>2012-01-01T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:53:07.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 in Review</title><content type='html'>2011 was a great year for me...Briefly, here a few things I loved about 2011...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I started taking piano lessons and was able to lead worship at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I ran TWO 5Ks this year. I completed my first in 39 minutes and my second in 34 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I helped my daughter celebrate her 1st birthday and my son celebrate his 7th  birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I read 64 books this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have learned to not sweat the small stuff and enjoy life more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-3541824410359627575?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3541824410359627575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=3541824410359627575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/3541824410359627575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/3541824410359627575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-in-review.html' title='2011 in Review'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-7707683104222017602</id><published>2010-04-28T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T04:38:07.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect way to start a day....</title><content type='html'>is with a cranberry orange muffin and a green tea from Panera Bread...Mmmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-7707683104222017602?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/7707683104222017602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=7707683104222017602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/7707683104222017602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/7707683104222017602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2010/04/perfect-way-to-start-day.html' title='The perfect way to start a day....'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-7034601699727373158</id><published>2010-04-26T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:01:09.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23 more days left...</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe there are only 23 days left of school! I know that I cannot wait for summer to begin. During the summer, Ben is going to start working four long days so that we can spend time together and have a three day weekend. I get to go to FL. Our friend, Sarah, is getting married. We plan on taking the kids to the aquarium. So many things to look forward to. Plus, I will get to spend endless hours outside enjoying the hot sun. I love summer!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-7034601699727373158?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/7034601699727373158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=7034601699727373158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/7034601699727373158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/7034601699727373158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2010/04/23-more-days-left.html' title='23 more days left...'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-4390817400913539785</id><published>2010-04-24T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T06:16:25.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Blessings</title><content type='html'>It is a rainy Saturday and I'm cuddling on the couch with my favorite 5 year old little boy. Our dog is curled up next to us and Ben and Hannah are sitting on the other couch. I can hear Hannah cooing and Ben laughing at her enjoying her smiles and baby love. Malachi is watching T.V. and talking to his dog, Buster. I can smell a faint dog smell but it comforts me because I know how protective our dog is of our little family. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moments like this remind me of how blessed I am to have a roof over my head, clothes on my back, healthy children, and a loving husband. Although sometimes Ben is a hot mess, I know he does everything he can to take care of our family. Who cares if I still have 10 lbs of baby weight or if my jeans don't fit me quite like they used to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am blessed by the little things like a rainy Saturday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-4390817400913539785?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/4390817400913539785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=4390817400913539785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/4390817400913539785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/4390817400913539785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-blessings.html' title='Little Blessings'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-6621435039074184381</id><published>2009-10-30T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:56:51.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SuuLLFeBCZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TqAV-R3Lbv8/s1600-h/Cruise-HallParty+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SuuLLFeBCZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TqAV-R3Lbv8/s320/Cruise-HallParty+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398561600896567698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been forever since I've last blogged or posted anything but figured I should start posting some pictures of my pregnancy onto my blog...The above picture of me was taken in September @ 19 weeks...more pics to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-6621435039074184381?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6621435039074184381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=6621435039074184381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/6621435039074184381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/6621435039074184381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2009/10/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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/_VuB-nURSftA/SuuLLFeBCZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TqAV-R3Lbv8/s72-c/Cruise-HallParty+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-2564714268223215802</id><published>2009-01-20T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:40:31.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Mike - Ipod Shuffle</title><content type='html'>Wow...this is what a snow day does to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iPod on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You MUST write that song name no matter how silly it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got this from...I trust you can tag yourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY? Jewel - This Way&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? Chuck Mangione - Feels so Good&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? David Crowder - Every Move I Make&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE? Barlow Girl - Never Alone&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? Rufus Wainwright - Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? Paramore - Fences&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? Superchick - Suddenly&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2? Maroon 5 - This Love&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS? Jason Mraz - You and I Both&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? Josh Kelley - Too Good to You&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? Paramore - Thats What You Get&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? Madonna - Don't Tell Me&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? Aimee Mann - Save Me&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? Sixpence - Paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? Dixie Chicks - Somedays you gotta Dance&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? Tori Amos - Concertina&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? David Gray - Real Love&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET? Dan Zanes - Moonlit Town&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?Dixie Chicks - Goodbye Earl (YIKES!)&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN? Backyardigans - A Pirate says Arr (IKR?)&lt;br /&gt; HOW WILL YOU DIE? Belinda Carlisle - I get weak&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET? Lisa Loeb - Truthfully&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH? David Crowder Band - Stars&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY? A Flock of Seaguls - Wishing&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED? Superchick - We Live&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST? Rilo Kiley - Plane Crash in C&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU? Black Eyed Peas - Bebot&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE? David Gray - Freedom&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW? Dixie Chicks - Hole in My Head (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS? Everclear - Wonderful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-2564714268223215802?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2564714268223215802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=2564714268223215802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2564714268223215802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2564714268223215802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-mike-ipod-shuffle.html' title='For Mike - Ipod Shuffle'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-8037746775626617471</id><published>2008-11-25T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:11:01.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Break</title><content type='html'>We recieved this email as a staff today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can always find something to be thankful for, no matter what may be the burden of our wants, or the special subject of our petitions."Albert Barnes&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!  Be safe and ENJOY your family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teacher around the time of Thanksgiving break, I can honestly say, I am thankful for THANKSGIVING BREAK!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-8037746775626617471?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/8037746775626617471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=8037746775626617471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/8037746775626617471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/8037746775626617471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-break.html' title='Thanksgiving Break'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-1117098672063617662</id><published>2008-11-13T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:37:23.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malachi and the Pledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8e5a9917961f5013" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e5a9917961f5013%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331293340%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7314007A3FCAA1742BF096873447359F893D120.F6A26AB9CF97E4D2D24301CAF77B93D12B614A4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e5a9917961f5013%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaivmzfnFmtNiK0QURSzgn50_h48&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e5a9917961f5013%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331293340%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7314007A3FCAA1742BF096873447359F893D120.F6A26AB9CF97E4D2D24301CAF77B93D12B614A4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e5a9917961f5013%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaivmzfnFmtNiK0QURSzgn50_h48&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is a video of Malachi saying the Pledge of Allegiance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-1117098672063617662?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8e5a9917961f5013&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1117098672063617662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=1117098672063617662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1117098672063617662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1117098672063617662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/11/malachi-and-pledge.html' title='Malachi and the Pledge'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-4901555930427984033</id><published>2008-09-16T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T04:41:34.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe as I look at this blog that it has  been so long since I've posted. I posted last with pictures of my classroom and now it is already almost 6 weeks into the school year. I am hoping to post some more soon about all of the adventures I've had so far. For now I will give you some highlights to be expanded on later (without names or personal information of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One student thinks I'm sexist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've had to switch two students into new schedules&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I continue to have discipline issues.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've rearranged my classroom setup like five times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm totally behind on curriculum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've given out a total of 25 dhalls already (I'm soooooo mean)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just to name a few...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-4901555930427984033?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/4901555930427984033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=4901555930427984033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/4901555930427984033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/4901555930427984033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time...'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-2182376375075828679</id><published>2008-08-05T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:03:01.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E's Classroom Revisited</title><content type='html'>It has been forever since I have posted because life has been crazy. We went to Bowling Green to visit my brother, camped out at the KY horse park, and I've been busy with new teacher meetings, professional development and getting my classroom ready. Finally today at 5:45 I felt like was finally ready for the swarms of students that will be coming down the hallway tomorrow. I will write more later but I thought I'd share a few pics of how the classroom looks now that I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SJj3YeX0CVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Jmng5F_GZr4/s1600-h/Liz+Classroom+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231202967032695122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SJj3YeX0CVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Jmng5F_GZr4/s320/Liz+Classroom+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SJj3Y8iyXMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tcDLsI-Qdcw/s1600-h/Liz+Classroom+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231202975131786434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SJj3Y8iyXMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tcDLsI-Qdcw/s320/Liz+Classroom+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SJj3ZBEdYWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/x3NQy9XG2sM/s1600-h/Liz+Classroom+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231202976346759522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SJj3ZBEdYWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/x3NQy9XG2sM/s320/Liz+Classroom+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SJj3ZAB9O9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/t6eENmwFsqg/s1600-h/Liz+Classroom+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231202976067828690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SJj3ZAB9O9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/t6eENmwFsqg/s320/Liz+Classroom+004.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/7390027925227207701-2182376375075828679?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2182376375075828679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=2182376375075828679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2182376375075828679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2182376375075828679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/08/es-classroom-revisited.html' title='E&apos;s Classroom Revisited'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SJj3YeX0CVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Jmng5F_GZr4/s72-c/Liz+Classroom+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-8799340576605252389</id><published>2008-07-16T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:45:47.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Hobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SH5cOus8_iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5AOZ2C9IABE/s1600-h/S7301198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223714025920855586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SH5cOus8_iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5AOZ2C9IABE/s320/S7301198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I spent the morning with a lady from our church, Pat. She and her husband have a farm and with it a garden and a few grape vines. I have always been interested in canning and having my own garden but we really haven't had a house yet to establish a garden and vineyard. Hopefully that will happen soon but until then, I am trying to learn the tricks of the trade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the morning learning how to can green beans. It was so exciting absorbing all the wisdom about canning and becoming self sufficient with a garden. In about 4 hours, we were able to can 20 quarts of green beans. The best surprise? At the end of the morning, she said that I was able to take home six of the jars I canned. Then she said that when I come back to learn how to can tomato sauce, I can take home six more jars. Mason jars are pretty expensive but this was her gift to me. Twelve jars to start my canning hobby. After we use the veggies in them, I will be able to save them to use once I have my own garden. I'm so excited!!! Thank you, Pat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-8799340576605252389?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/8799340576605252389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=8799340576605252389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/8799340576605252389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/8799340576605252389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-new-hobby.html' title='My New Hobby'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SH5cOus8_iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5AOZ2C9IABE/s72-c/S7301198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-2981623019172512807</id><published>2008-07-15T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:17:33.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Weekend</title><content type='html'>This post is long overdue but I definitely wanted to write something about our weekend trip. We decided to use my first weekend off of Panera to visit Cincinnati. We were able to get a great package which included tickets to the Newport Aquarium. Ben and I really enjoyed our time together with Malachi. We went out to a sit down restraunt and then followed that with some quiet relaxation at the hotel. Ben bought me some awesome wine which turned out to be a little strong. I'm not a big fan of Merlot anyway. We tried it the next night with Saralee and Brandon except we added 7up and it tasted so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved taking Malachi to the Newport Aquarium. His face was classic and full of wonder. I had a great time watching him enjoy the sharks, fish, frogs, birds, and penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we ended the weekend by visiting Ben's sister, Saralee and her family. The kids had a great time playing together which left the adults time to play the Wii. We played BoomBlox for a long time with a little bit of tennis and bowling. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SH46U_X6VEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PmSZ3W_4yGM/s1600-h/Cincinatti+Weekend+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223676750079874114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SH46U_X6VEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PmSZ3W_4yGM/s320/Cincinatti+Weekend+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Malachi enjoying the king size bed by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SH46VEhCemI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OLJ78f9ZpkY/s1600-h/Cincinatti+Weekend+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223676751460334178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SH46VEhCemI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OLJ78f9ZpkY/s320/Cincinatti+Weekend+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me enjoying the wine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SH46VseW_kI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ALEIUsj8CqE/s1600-h/Cincinatti+Weekend+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223676762186513986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SH46VseW_kI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ALEIUsj8CqE/s320/Cincinatti+Weekend+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malachi touching a sting ray.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SH46WTDT8HI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FQ8CAclQW0Y/s1600-h/Cincinatti+Weekend+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223676772542050418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SH46WTDT8HI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FQ8CAclQW0Y/s320/Cincinatti+Weekend+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeding the Larakeets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SH46WxGcasI/AAAAAAAAAFg/n1x54nOWZho/s1600-h/Cincinatti+Weekend+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223676780608252610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SH46WxGcasI/AAAAAAAAAFg/n1x54nOWZho/s320/Cincinatti+Weekend+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The underwater tunnel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-2981623019172512807?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2981623019172512807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=2981623019172512807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2981623019172512807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2981623019172512807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-weekend.html' title='Family Weekend'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SH46U_X6VEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PmSZ3W_4yGM/s72-c/Cincinatti+Weekend+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-2178796167220959034</id><published>2008-07-08T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:39:14.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninja Warrior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SHQF4F9S8_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/39PTRQY8KK8/s1600-h/ninja+warrior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220804329259332594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="103" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SHQF4F9S8_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/39PTRQY8KK8/s320/ninja+warrior.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://media.g4tv.com/images/blog/2007/06/27/633185602360569566.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.g4tv.com/thefeed/blog/post/676904/Ninja_Warrior_Looking_For_New_Blood.html&amp;amp;h=279&amp;amp;w=441&amp;amp;sz=35&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=11&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=qntG9pj5RYcw8M:&amp;amp;tbnh=80&amp;amp;tbnw=127&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dninja%2Bwarrior%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to take a moment and let you know a way in which Ben and I have grown in our relationship. We have recently been watching the show Ninja Warrior pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consistently&lt;/span&gt;. We find ourselves really rallying for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; competitors. We also join in laughter at the crazy subtitles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; culture really gives you an insight into honor and competition. They truly love competing in these events and you can feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;humiliation&lt;/span&gt; in defeat as they plummet to the murky waters awaiting them if they fall. You can rejoice with them when they finally reach out and slam their hand down on that wanted red button at the end of the course, the steam shoots up on either side of them, and the crowd goes crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people that compete are truly dedicated. Some of them go so far as constructing mini courses in their backyards or garages in order to train for the next competition. they are in constant training and never stop for one minute. Also, I'm surprised at how fit some of them are even in their late thirties. Amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love watching Ninja Warrior.&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/7390027925227207701-2178796167220959034?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2178796167220959034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=2178796167220959034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2178796167220959034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2178796167220959034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/07/ninja-warrior.html' title='Ninja Warrior'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SHQF4F9S8_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/39PTRQY8KK8/s72-c/ninja+warrior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-225829890765097569</id><published>2008-07-05T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:52:49.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth of July!</title><content type='html'>Fourth of July was great. We all enjoyed some cleaning, hanging out together, Wii games, and good food. Ken made ribs on the grill and even Malachi joined into the messy fun. Following, we lit sparklers and Malachi was brave enough to hold them this year. I won't write too much but here are some pictures to enjoy. Also, I'm going to attempt to upload a video of Malachi playing with the sparklers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SG_LeL7F4PI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cK8u7SqlMTI/s1600-h/S7301119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219614212602847474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SG_LeL7F4PI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cK8u7SqlMTI/s320/S7301119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Malachi enjoying the ribs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SG_LemT52lI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YFVS2W2TaX0/s1600-h/S7301123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219614219686238802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SG_LemT52lI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YFVS2W2TaX0/s320/S7301123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Malachi with Sparklers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SG_LfDghnaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7PhqcYiDrEE/s1600-h/S7301130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219614227523804578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SG_LfDghnaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7PhqcYiDrEE/s320/S7301130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok. I know this picture has nothing to do with Fourth of July; but, doesn't my hair cut and high lights look freakin awesome?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SG_Lfr3TgEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kLrn3RpGPtw/s1600-h/S7301138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219614238356766786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SG_Lfr3TgEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kLrn3RpGPtw/s320/S7301138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The family for the 4th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ccb3d765f7a888dd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dccb3d765f7a888dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331293340%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C866537353C31327FBF7DE4D4C9360A8536FAA.BBE9AD8CC965E242CF2A1FA63590A48D7BD6C0E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dccb3d765f7a888dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqBFJHuYz9Wkd_J4cwx6QaiqbgZo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dccb3d765f7a888dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331293340%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C866537353C31327FBF7DE4D4C9360A8536FAA.BBE9AD8CC965E242CF2A1FA63590A48D7BD6C0E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dccb3d765f7a888dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqBFJHuYz9Wkd_J4cwx6QaiqbgZo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-225829890765097569?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ccb3d765f7a888dd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/225829890765097569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=225829890765097569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/225829890765097569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/225829890765097569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html' title='Happy Fourth of July!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SG_LeL7F4PI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cK8u7SqlMTI/s72-c/S7301119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-3264369256173108093</id><published>2008-07-02T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T07:06:52.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inspiring Phone Call</title><content type='html'>Two days ago I received a phone call from the teacher that had previously taught in the classroom I will now teach in. Mrs. Herbert retired last year and as I explored my classroom I was a little overwhelmed at the amount of files, books, and binders that were now mine to go through. I couldn't believe how many resources and files full of lesson plans, curriculum maps, and support materials that were left. Elya and Sam went with me and they kept saying how much of a blessing this would be if she didn't come back to get anything. I doubted she would leave it. I mean, as you can see from the pictures I posted, she even left plants in the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the phone call. Mrs. Herbert basically called to tell me that everything in the classroom is mine. She also discussed the teachers on the team and how she knows that will be super supportive of me as a first year teacher. She told me that when I had interviewed at the school a couple of years ago, she told everyone when I left the room that whenever I was finished with school, I was going to be an amazing teacher. She said she felt the love I have for students and teaching. We talked for about fifteen minutes and she gave me her cell phone, home phone, and email address. She said she would like to arrange a time when we can meet in the classroom together before school starts. She was so encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice to hear from her because I had felt a little intimidated by the shoes I would have to fill. Mrs. Herbert was a legend at this school and an amazing teacher. She really made me feel like it's ok to be different than her but she would love to instill as much as her wisdom as possible. It's nice to have a mentor already in my career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-3264369256173108093?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3264369256173108093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=3264369256173108093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/3264369256173108093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/3264369256173108093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/07/inspiring-phone-call.html' title='An Inspiring Phone Call'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-7940731664967138391</id><published>2008-07-01T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T05:36:57.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review of Burts Bees Facial Kit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGokRAdXlXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ddVXLz0Rbkk/s1600-h/S7301105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218022992861697394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGokRAdXlXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ddVXLz0Rbkk/s320/S7301105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out to eat with Aunt Beth the other day at the Irish Rover in Louisville (amazing fish and chips) and she as usual dispensed gifts to us all. One of the gifts she gave the girls was a mini Burts Bees Facial Kit. I love pampering so I was excited to try it out. Here is a short review:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step One: Cleansing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cleansing part was really refreshing. The cleanser included smelled great (orange essence); however, if you like your cleansers to foam a little then this is not the cleanser for you. It was more of a gel cleanser. A little gooey but my face felt refreshed afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step Two: Exfoliate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exfoliater was the same scent: orange essence. My face felt great afterwards but it kind of hurt while I was exfoliating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step Three: Facial Mask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok here is where is gets tricky. You pore the satchet of green powder into the mixing bowl and then you have options of what you'd like to add for different facial issues. I added egg whites to "refine my pores." Very sticky while putting it on. However, the egg whites were cold so then it felt great. Leave it on for 15 minutes and it slowly dries. It was really dry. I felt like I couldn't even smile!!! It felt great though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step Four: Mousterize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mousterizer smelled like vanilla icing and was really creamy. Left my face a little too shiny but it may have been because I put too much on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up this morning and my face did look good. Really super soft and clear. Thanks Aunt Beth!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-7940731664967138391?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/7940731664967138391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=7940731664967138391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/7940731664967138391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/7940731664967138391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/07/review-of-burts-bees-facial-kit.html' title='Review of Burts Bees Facial Kit'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGokRAdXlXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ddVXLz0Rbkk/s72-c/S7301105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-3001814984179858036</id><published>2008-07-01T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T05:22:11.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family News</title><content type='html'>I've have two great pieces of family news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number One: My sister has recently gone over to Vietnam to adopt their new baby girl, Anna Grace. Yesterday (or last night for us) she was able to meet and pick up their daughter from the orphanage. It is an excited moment for all of us to lay our eyes on our new relative. You can see pictures at olsonadoption.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Two: My husband has posted his first video blog for his one hundredth post. He did a great job so please check it out at nebsllim.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-3001814984179858036?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3001814984179858036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=3001814984179858036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/3001814984179858036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/3001814984179858036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-news.html' title='Family News'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-6718642163249212296</id><published>2008-06-27T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:28:18.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E meet Classroom, Classroom meet E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGWRXnXEXpI/AAAAAAAAADw/5g7BQflXaiw/s1600-h/Liz%27s+Classroom+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216735578267344530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGWRXnXEXpI/AAAAAAAAADw/5g7BQflXaiw/s320/Liz%27s+Classroom+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGWRYVqfjVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uKfGWY9movU/s1600-h/Liz%27s+Classroom+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216735590696848722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGWRYVqfjVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uKfGWY9movU/s320/Liz%27s+Classroom+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGWRY6X4HfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6G8owQLJl8Y/s1600-h/Liz%27s+Classroom+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216735600550878706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGWRY6X4HfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6G8owQLJl8Y/s320/Liz%27s+Classroom+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGWRZRvVpNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NzY3Am1v4Nc/s1600-h/Liz%27s+Classroom+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216735606823298258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGWRZRvVpNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NzY3Am1v4Nc/s320/Liz%27s+Classroom+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some pictures of my classroom as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt; pallet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-6718642163249212296?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6718642163249212296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=6718642163249212296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/6718642163249212296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/6718642163249212296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/06/e-meet-classroom-classroom-meet-e.html' title='E meet Classroom, Classroom meet E'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGWRXnXEXpI/AAAAAAAAADw/5g7BQflXaiw/s72-c/Liz%27s+Classroom+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-8575840441663241069</id><published>2008-06-27T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T05:53:18.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five and a Half Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGTiICsaL7I/AAAAAAAAADo/kM28Q30_mKI/s1600-h/Mills+Visits+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216542896191844274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGTiICsaL7I/AAAAAAAAADo/kM28Q30_mKI/s320/Mills+Visits+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of you who know me, know my husband Ben. We have been married for about five and a half years now. The last five years have been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;. We literally have had highs and lows throughout as well as some times when we are just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cruising&lt;/span&gt; along. Last night we were talking with Sam and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Elya&lt;/span&gt; and discussing ages that we were when Malachi was born. Sam was a little thrown off when we all realized that I was only twenty when Ben and I were married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this interesting because when I was getting married in a whirlwind of a wedding planned in three weeks, I felt so sure of myself. I felt like an adult making a very big adult decision. I guess when you are making a big decision, it makes you feel older. Now, when I think about being twenty and getting married, I think about how young I was. I don't regret our marriage. This is not what this blog is about. I just think it is interesting how as you get older, your perspective changes. I'm not sure I would want Malachi to get married when he's twenty. But if I protest, I feel like an idiot when he screams across the dining room table, "Mom, you were only twenty years old when you married Dad."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not looking forward to Malachi nor myself growing up anytime soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-8575840441663241069?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/8575840441663241069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=8575840441663241069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/8575840441663241069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/8575840441663241069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/06/five-and-half-years.html' title='Five and a Half Years'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGTiICsaL7I/AAAAAAAAADo/kM28Q30_mKI/s72-c/Mills+Visits+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-3178278665806203955</id><published>2008-06-24T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:39:03.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Niece</title><content type='html'>I just recieved word today that my sister is going to Vietnam to pick up her new baby girl!!!! I have a new niece!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-3178278665806203955?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3178278665806203955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=3178278665806203955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/3178278665806203955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/3178278665806203955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-niece.html' title='A New Niece'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-5112272737741011124</id><published>2008-06-24T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:36:04.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mills Family Summer Tour Part II</title><content type='html'>Part two of the Mills Family Summer Tour involved the arrival of Samuel and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elya&lt;/span&gt;, who is currently with child. They are staying with us at Ben's parents house. I was able to get the house cleaned up for their arrival which was nice. They came on Thursday and we relaxed and prepared ourselves for the whole clan getting together at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cincinnati&lt;/span&gt; Zoo. After driving through terrible traffic, we finally arrived and realized it was free admission day. Total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pandemonium&lt;/span&gt;. There were people everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, we all were pretty frustrated and in stinky moods. We decided to leave and seek refuge at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cincinnati&lt;/span&gt; Mills mall. (Ironic name isn't it?) It was nice to have air conditioning and a place to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Elya's&lt;/span&gt; visit has been great. Malachi adores his Uncle Sam and Sam has indulged him by taking him swimming in the FREEZING pool a couple of times. The four siblings got together last night before Heather, Darrel, kids, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Saralee&lt;/span&gt; left to go back to FL. They had a nice time together joking and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Elya&lt;/span&gt; will be with us for a couple more days which is nice. For more pictures of this tour, please see below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGFLARxtwpI/AAAAAAAAADI/BA72Rr0RRbU/s1600-h/Mills+Visits+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215532311615750802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGFLARxtwpI/AAAAAAAAADI/BA72Rr0RRbU/s200/Mills+Visits+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Elya&lt;/span&gt; and the Baby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGFLA55wd8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kEK5LHRd4CQ/s1600-h/Mills+Visits+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215532322386900930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGFLA55wd8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kEK5LHRd4CQ/s200/Mills+Visits+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Mills family eating (minus the photographer, me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGFLBRazJCI/AAAAAAAAADY/1UcJgwUPY5E/s1600-h/Mills+Visits+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215532328699503650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGFLBRazJCI/AAAAAAAAADY/1UcJgwUPY5E/s200/Mills+Visits+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rockin' &lt;/span&gt;out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGFLBoZXMcI/AAAAAAAAADg/_8EgaISbaCs/s1600-h/Mills+Visits+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215532334867493314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGFLBoZXMcI/AAAAAAAAADg/_8EgaISbaCs/s200/Mills+Visits+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; Mario Kart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-5112272737741011124?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/5112272737741011124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=5112272737741011124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/5112272737741011124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/5112272737741011124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/06/mills-family-summer-tour-part-ii.html' title='The Mills Family Summer Tour Part II'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SGFLARxtwpI/AAAAAAAAADI/BA72Rr0RRbU/s72-c/Mills+Visits+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-2994388166838380124</id><published>2008-06-18T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T06:33:33.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mills Family Summer Tour</title><content type='html'>Well, we are half way through the Mills Family Summer Tour. We have had a visit from Heather and Darrell and their two little ones for about a week and next will be Sam and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elya&lt;/span&gt; coming tomorrow morning. There is a short break in between visits in order for me to clean, do laundry, and re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;invigorate&lt;/span&gt; myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the time with Heather, Darrell, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jazmyn&lt;/span&gt; and Holden. I think I probably spent the most time with them out of anyone because I stay home right now. Malachi is really going to miss his cousins when they have to go back to Florida. Right now, after staying for a week, they have all gone to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saralee&lt;/span&gt; and Brandon's house in Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today no one will be here. Then tomorrow, Sam and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Elya&lt;/span&gt; will arrive and stay for a while. Hopefully, I'll keep some posts up so you can see pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SFkHrQ9cSGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2LfawgwGiCQ/s1600-h/Mills+Visits+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213206483526502498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SFkHrQ9cSGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2LfawgwGiCQ/s200/Mills+Visits+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SFkHrybRPCI/AAAAAAAAADA/TLlmS-J8yZY/s1600-h/Mills+Visits+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213206492509977634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SFkHrybRPCI/AAAAAAAAADA/TLlmS-J8yZY/s200/Mills+Visits+024.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/7390027925227207701-2994388166838380124?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2994388166838380124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=2994388166838380124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2994388166838380124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2994388166838380124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/06/mills-family-summer-tour.html' title='Mills Family Summer Tour'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SFkHrQ9cSGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2LfawgwGiCQ/s72-c/Mills+Visits+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-7443596524127635784</id><published>2008-06-12T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T06:54:54.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Contract is Signed</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday, I went down to the Anderson County Board of Ed and met with the human resources department. I traveled through three offices to discuss hiring paperwork, salary schedules (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; very happy with my first year pay!!), and health insurance. To be honest, it was a little overwhelming. I ended the time by meeting with the superintendent to sign my contract. It was really formal having him talk to me and then witness me signing my contract and then him signing right underneath. Wow. Overwhelming. I had butterflies in my stomach for a minute when I put my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;signature&lt;/span&gt; down on those papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried about finishing school and getting a job that once I got the job I thought I would be less stressed. But once the excitement wore off, I freaked out. What the heck am I going to do next year!!! Am I going to be a good teacher? Will I be able to control the kids? How am I going to know what to teach? Will I get along with my team teachers? Where is Malachi going to go to preschool? Is it too late to register him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben was looking forward to my getting a job so that I would start to be a normal person and not a mean stressed person. I hope all these worries subside as I start getting the hang of it next year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-7443596524127635784?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/7443596524127635784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=7443596524127635784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/7443596524127635784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/7443596524127635784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/06/contract-is-signed.html' title='The Contract is Signed'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-3299113466598660942</id><published>2008-06-08T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T04:26:32.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Sites and Weddings</title><content type='html'>This past weekend Ben, Malachi, and I went camping and to my nephews wedding in Bowling Green. I'm glad we went camping because we really had some great family time but it was REALLY hot and Malachi now has infected misquito bites all over him and on some very sensitive areas. :( We went to see Kung Fu Panda, which I'm sure my husband will write his own review of. It was a really funny movie and Malachi loved it. It's nice that he's old enough to take to the movies now and know that he will semi behave. We came back to the campsite and made hot dogs and s'mores. It was really interesting to have a fire in 90 degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to the mall to get out of the heat before we met my sister, Chris and her husband, Skip. Ben took me to this store, Steve and Barry's, and I was so excited. They have Sarah Jessica Parker's new clothing line, Bitten. Because it was a grand opening, everything in the store was only $8.98. I bought a pair of really nice khakis and shirt to wear at my new job for less than 20 bucks!!! This was only a grand opening special but I guess normally there isn't anything in the store over 15-20 dollars. Unfortunatley, there is not one in Lexington. However, the next time we go to visit Saralee, Ben said we could stop at the S &amp;amp; B in Cincinatti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came swimming with Chris and Skip. They took us out to eat at Cracker Barrel and we all drove to the wedding together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was really pretty. The flowers were beautiful and I know a lot of work went into planning it. It was interesting seeing my nephew get married. I'm not that much older than him but it feels like I'm ages older when I see him getting married and the relationship so young. It feels like just a few years ago that Ben and I were married but it has actually been over five years. I cannot believe it. If I could give the married couple any advice it would be to stick with it no matter what. Even when the odds are against you and you feel like you want to walk out the door, pause and think about why you first were married.  That should be a big enough reason to find a way to stay always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...Sorry for the mushiness... Here are some pics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SEx2-iEIgsI/AAAAAAAAACg/cRDNs3KHnuU/s1600-h/Wii+Mothers+Day+AJ+Wedding+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209669685628928706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SEx2-iEIgsI/AAAAAAAAACg/cRDNs3KHnuU/s200/Wii+Mothers+Day+AJ+Wedding+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Malachi and I brushing our teeth in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SEx2_deo-CI/AAAAAAAAACo/a1LzSI7EZqk/s1600-h/Wii+Mothers+Day+AJ+Wedding+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209669701577799714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SEx2_deo-CI/AAAAAAAAACo/a1LzSI7EZqk/s200/Wii+Mothers+Day+AJ+Wedding+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Helping Daddy pound the stakes into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SEx3CCn5J0I/AAAAAAAAACw/NhbkLRA58Nw/s1600-h/Wii+Mothers+Day+AJ+Wedding+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209669745908459330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SEx3CCn5J0I/AAAAAAAAACw/NhbkLRA58Nw/s200/Wii+Mothers+Day+AJ+Wedding+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the pretty decorations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-3299113466598660942?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3299113466598660942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=3299113466598660942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/3299113466598660942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/3299113466598660942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/06/camp-sites-and-weddings.html' title='Camp Sites and Weddings'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SEx2-iEIgsI/AAAAAAAAACg/cRDNs3KHnuU/s72-c/Wii+Mothers+Day+AJ+Wedding+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-7402167801572643354</id><published>2008-06-05T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T06:04:44.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Called Back</title><content type='html'>For about a week now, I have not been able to blog. I haven't slept or been able to concentrate. I have been able to eat though in mass amounts. I have a huge zit on my chin now as a result of stress. This is why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I went down to Anderson Middle School and interviewed for the position I've been obsessing about since the end of my internship. The position is for an eighth grade Language Arts teacher. The reason I wanted this job was because I had a possibility of having some of the students I had during my internship and I already knew the school and were friends with a lot of the other teachers. I walked into the interview "catiously confident" but came out with a pretty bleak outlook. I felt like I stumbled over all my words and messed up my answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited and waited on Monday for a call and it never came. I figured someone else got the job. I talked to a friend I have down there and she said don't worry, it takes time. I waited all day Tuesday and still nothing. By Wednesday afternoon, I was pretty sure I didn't get the job. Right before four, the principal called. I am so excited to say that I was offered the job. Of course, I turned it down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDDING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, I will be an eighth grade language arts teacher at Anderson Middle School. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-7402167801572643354?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/7402167801572643354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=7402167801572643354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/7402167801572643354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/7402167801572643354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/06/they-called-back.html' title='They Called Back'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-4122016952186998066</id><published>2008-05-28T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:38:29.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting Adventures</title><content type='html'>This week I am babysitting a friends one year old at our house. I figured I'd do this for some extra money and to help her out because she's having some trouble with her babysitter. Malachi is an only child and he's always been so good at playing on his own and keeping out of the trouble for the most part. I forgot how busy a one year old is. This little boy is always on the move and plays constantly. He likes you to play with him because he has two older siblings at home that keep him entertained. Malachi has been pretty good with him this week but still insists that he does not want a baby brother or sister. He has only been jealous around nap time when I have to rock the baby to sleep. Then, he tells me he wants to be baby Malachi and be rocked. It has been an eye opening experience and I give props to all my siblings and sibling-in-laws that have more that one child to take care of on a daily basis. Props to my mom for taking care of six in her lifetime!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-4122016952186998066?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/4122016952186998066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=4122016952186998066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/4122016952186998066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/4122016952186998066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/05/babysitting-adventures.html' title='Babysitting Adventures'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-2929245943465631744</id><published>2008-05-26T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:27:02.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE!</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy at this moment because I am completely finished with my Georgetown Graduate Portfolio. My time at Georgetown has gone relatively fast and I'm so glad I invested the time. I can't wait to see what happens in the next phase of my life. I hope the next phase is a little less stressful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-2929245943465631744?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2929245943465631744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=2929245943465631744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2929245943465631744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2929245943465631744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/05/done.html' title='DONE!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-1050685477745346846</id><published>2008-05-26T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:25:15.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review of WiiFit</title><content type='html'>Ok, We've had the WiiFit for about a week now and I figured I could give a pretty thought out review. I love it. I think the best thing about it is there is a ton of stuff to unlock. I don't think I'll get bored with my work out because I can usually try something new everytime I work out. I know I eventually will have everything unlocked but then I will have so many options that I will keep busy. Favorites so far: Yoga, Step Areobics, Jogging, Hula Hoop and Snowboarding. The yoga is so much harder than doing it in front of the TV with a DVD. Because you have the WiiBoard you can actually see where your center of balance is and it is really hard to keep your body in line. Since I have been working out, I've noticed my body aching every morning so I know it is working my muscles. I absolutely love it and hope I can keep it up throughout the year. My goal is to lose 15 pounds by the end of summer...We'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-1050685477745346846?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1050685477745346846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=1050685477745346846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1050685477745346846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1050685477745346846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/05/review-of-wiifit.html' title='Review of WiiFit'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-2352958669740975574</id><published>2008-05-22T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:54:52.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzz Cut</title><content type='html'>Ben recently went through a hair renovation and practically sheared his hair off like a sheep (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ben,&lt;/span&gt; I hope you get that). Malachi has been asking Ben to shave his head now for about a week. I love his baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; and curls so I was really hesitant. I tried to cut his hair down to trim it and it was pretty uneven. Finally, today I told Ben, lets cut it. So Ben found the clippers and I put a towel around Malachi. Malachi smiled the whole time and tears came to my eyes as curls dropped to the floor. Ben did some final trimming with the scissors to get it even and it was finally done. I looked down at my three year old and realized, he is a little boy not a baby anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, now that I've seen it for a couple of hours, I'm getting used to it. He actually looks very cute and his eyes look so much bigger. He looks a lot more comfortable now without hair in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203337906333767426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SDX4QeFZVwI/AAAAAAAAACY/niT6s5OUfyc/s200/S7300881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Process...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SDX4P-FZVvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aDsr9jMDHWg/s1600-h/S7300884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203337897743832818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SDX4P-FZVvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aDsr9jMDHWg/s200/S7300884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished Product!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-2352958669740975574?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2352958669740975574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=2352958669740975574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2352958669740975574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2352958669740975574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/05/buzz-cut.html' title='Buzz Cut'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SDX4QeFZVwI/AAAAAAAAACY/niT6s5OUfyc/s72-c/S7300881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-5081319031129534026</id><published>2008-05-21T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T06:12:25.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;At first it was like every Tuesday night. Ben gets home, we eat some dinner, and then all go to his softball game together. I didn't really feel like going but at the last minute decided to go. We arrived at the field to realize that some of the regulars weren't going to be able to come that night. They were stretching the roster and kept hoping for people to show up. You see, in co-ed softball, you have to have at least three women on your team to play. No one was sure if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tuyen&lt;/span&gt; was going to show up or not and they started joking with me, "Are you ready to play, Liz?" I was not prepared to play. At the moment, I had on low cut jeans (with serious lean over butt crack risk) and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; which was more for style than comfort. However, at the final moment, it was decided that I would take one for the team and humiliate myself so everyone would get to play the game. I was catcher and kept tripping and dropping the ball. When I threw it back to the mound, it usually only made it half way there and the pitcher had to walk up to get the ball. Totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;. Then, it was our inning to bat. They put me last in hopes that I would just stand up there and get four balls and walk. I stood up to bat the first time and actually hit the ball! I made it to first but they got there faster and I was out. At least I hit the ball though. I was feeling better about myself. Then, catching again. I was getting better. I was catching the ball on the bounce and the ball was making it farther to the pitcher every time. Batting again...This time I made it to first, on the next batter up to second (my team was shouting, just look at the third base coach, and when he says run, RUN!) then, the next batter hit the ball. I ran as fast as I could to third and kept going. I made it to home with my team mate right behind my heels also making it to home with a slide right under me. Everyone was cheering for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been bad at sports all my life and to hear people cheering for my run to home felt great!!! I gained more confidence throughout the game and started to feel better and less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;. I just might wear gym shorts next time and a t-shirt so that in case someone doesn't come, I'll be happy to be a back up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the night became even better. Ben and I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart to see if they had any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WiiFits&lt;/span&gt;. They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-sold everywhere but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart doesn't do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-sells. They said they would be releasing them at Midnight. Ben and I figured that because it is a popular item and sold out everywhere else, we should probably get there early. I was so psyched. I had never waited in line for a video game before and the anticipation was kind of neat. We arrived at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;WalMart&lt;/span&gt; and no chairs. The lady said the second shift comes on at 10 and it's up to them whether they do chairs or not. We waited and the second shift finally came on. They said they had thirty and because we were like the only people that had asked they said they were sure they wouldn't sell out right away. I debated just letting Ben pick it up the next morning. But then, what the heck, why not wait and live a little fun. We drove around and spent some time having really good talks which are impossible with Malachi around (he loves to be the center of attention and if you try to talk to someone else, he will say, "mommy, talk to ME.") We arrived back at 11:30 and walked around. Finally they brought them up front and we were first in a line of THREE people. The people in line were husbands sent by their wives to buy the product for them. We talked a little about video games for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; and what games they like best. Then we bought the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;WiiFit&lt;/span&gt;. I am so excited to try it out. I haven't yet because we were so tired when we arrived home and I had to make sure I blogged first thing this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you can expect a review hopefully by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a fun night. I hope you enjoyed reading and sharing in my excitement. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202818126379462274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SDQfhS3ProI/AAAAAAAAACI/YhJDypcceBg/s200/414bFsl6SWL__SL160_AA115_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-5081319031129534026?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/5081319031129534026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=5081319031129534026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/5081319031129534026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/5081319031129534026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-night.html' title='What a Night!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SDQfhS3ProI/AAAAAAAAACI/YhJDypcceBg/s72-c/414bFsl6SWL__SL160_AA115_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-3930970811162696035</id><published>2008-05-19T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T06:11:05.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights of The Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We had such a busy weekend and there is so much to talk about. I'll just hit the highlights. I went to my hair appointment on Friday and much to my dismay walked out with a really really short cut. I mean, it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; but it feels like it keeps getting shorter. Ben likes my hair short so luckily I don't have to compete with those Herbal Essences commercials for my husband's love. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While I was getting my hair cut and having in depth conversations with my hair dresser, John, about the newest trends in hair and clothes, Ben was in search at every store in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Danville&lt;/span&gt; for a Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. See, many of you will think, "They live with his parents. If they can afford a Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; surely they can afford to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; own place." Unfortunately, we first of all don't care what people think about is and second I don't have a job yet so we don't have consistent secondary income coming in yet. We were going to pay on some medical bills with our money but then Ben started obsessing...Many of you know that when Ben starts obsessing, we will usually get that object within 2-5 years. I decided that because this money was truly extra, we should splurge. Ben came into Genesis Salon and one of the hair dressers helped him find me in the salon. The minute I saw him I knew we were now the owners of a new Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was kind of upset at first because he had spent SO MUCH money on one thing but then as we started to play and I kicked some butt in Mario Cart, Tennis, and Bowling, I LOVED it. I really really like this game system as opposed to the X-Box 360 which is more of Ben's system. I can't believe how much I love the Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. On the plus side, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WiiFit&lt;/span&gt; is coming out soon and I really can't wait to buy it. Another attempt at losing some weight and not having to buy new clothes for next school year because of all the weight I've put on so far this summer. Kudos to Ben for convincing me to buy this awesome gaming system. We were able to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MarioCart&lt;/span&gt; last night with Sam and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Elya&lt;/span&gt; which was great. I lost every game but it was still great. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, that was pretty much the weekend. See pics below for some Family Fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh yea, we had Pizza Hut on Friday...Icing on the cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SDF6Ny3PrmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VYHpThlRb_U/s1600-h/S7300873.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202073422000008802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SDF6Ny3PrmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VYHpThlRb_U/s200/S7300873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;New Haircut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SDF6Oi3PrnI/AAAAAAAAACA/kFb92TCS_bc/s1600-h/S7300861.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202073434884910706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SDF6Oi3PrnI/AAAAAAAAACA/kFb92TCS_bc/s200/S7300861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Malachi Playing Mario Cart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(He Loved It!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-3930970811162696035?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3930970811162696035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=3930970811162696035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/3930970811162696035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/3930970811162696035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/05/highlights-of-weekend.html' title='Highlights of The Weekend'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SDF6Ny3PrmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VYHpThlRb_U/s72-c/S7300873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-2025008523025667076</id><published>2008-05-15T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:44:14.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>By the way, on a lighter note. I am going to get a hair cut tomorrow and hope to go for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;edgier &lt;/span&gt;look. I have a bob now which looks cute on me but I might be brave tomorrow and go for more of that layered angled cut. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-2025008523025667076?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2025008523025667076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=2025008523025667076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2025008523025667076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2025008523025667076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-1877275207391415594</id><published>2008-05-15T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:21:23.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping Point</title><content type='html'>I continue to work on my graduate portfolio but find myself at a stopping point. I just cannot focus and concentrate on it. I have writer's block I guess. Right now, I have written like three different introductions for the Conceptual Framework Essay and they all sound like CRAP. I have no idea what to do. The stress of everything is mounting and I feel panic rising in me more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I've really said this publicly but about a year ago, I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder Type II. Type II means you still are able to function in society and hold down a job without many extreme highs and lows or possible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hospitalization&lt;/span&gt;. However, you still have highs and lows and in particular, I struggle with panic attacks. I've been on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lamictal&lt;/span&gt; for about a year and it's been a total success. I don't have panic attacks as often and I am able to have a sustained mood at all times. I was able to concentrate better when I started taking it and Ben really noticed a difference right away with my mood swings. This is unfortunately something I'll struggle with for the rest of my life, but now it is manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During times of extreme stress (like now at the end of my time at Georgetown), I still have to work to use appropriate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coping&lt;/span&gt; methods to deal with stress. I don't choose destructive methods anymore because I realize those are so temporary and really escalate the problem. Right now, I have a lot of panic because it is the end of my degree and I hope to get this finished as soon as possible. Anyway, back to work. I probably was a little too personal in this blog and may regret it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-1877275207391415594?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1877275207391415594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=1877275207391415594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1877275207391415594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1877275207391415594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/05/stopping-point.html' title='Stopping Point'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-1682556688148706646</id><published>2008-05-14T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:49:23.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressing Out</title><content type='html'>Poor Malachi...He has been so neglected this week because of my education. I feel like I stick him in front of the TV for like half of the day every day. Right now I am finishing up my portfolio for my graduate degree (the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;equivalent&lt;/span&gt; to a thesis paper) and sending out resumes, reference letters, and other application &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;paraphernalia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was so overwhelmed I couldn't even fall asleep. I feel like I'm going to turn my portfolio in and they are going to say, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Mills. We cannot approve your graduation. In fact, why don't you just leave Georgetown College gracefully and start again somewhere else. You have failed." Ben laughed at me because he doesn't understand why I am so stressed about this. I guess I just have anxiety about having everything completely finished. I mean, what if I don't get a job? What if no one wants to hire me? Am I a complete loser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the negativity. I am just trying to vent a little before I start on my next phase of working on my papers again. There is so much to do and I wanted to get it done by the end of this week. Technically, I have until May 31st but it doesn't hurt to turn it in early...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-1682556688148706646?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1682556688148706646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=1682556688148706646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1682556688148706646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1682556688148706646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/05/stressing-out.html' title='Stressing Out'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-1142086483367370257</id><published>2008-05-09T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T07:58:49.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Applications Complete</title><content type='html'>So far... applications completed for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankfort Independent&lt;br /&gt;Franklin County Schools&lt;br /&gt;Anderson County Schools&lt;br /&gt;Scott County Schools&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-1142086483367370257?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1142086483367370257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=1142086483367370257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1142086483367370257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1142086483367370257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/05/applications-complete.html' title='Applications Complete'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-6997548910185958287</id><published>2008-05-09T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T05:30:52.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Application Process</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As many of you know, I am a temporary stay at home mom this summer until I secure a teaching position for next fall. I have started the application process in three different counties within a thirty mile radius. I hate filling out applications so this is a total pain. Plus, there is a job that I really have my heart into and I hope and pray that the position works out. If not, I know there are plenty other jobs available. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that Christian Academy's job application is the worst. I have been working on a paper for this application in which I must discuss the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My definition of a Christian&lt;br /&gt;2. Why I am seeking a position in a Christian school&lt;br /&gt;3. What I believe is the unique function of the Christian school&lt;br /&gt;4. Entertainment in today's world&lt;br /&gt;5. Homosexuality&lt;br /&gt;6. Gossip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discussion of many of these seems to me like most people wanting to secure the job will write down typical Sunday School answers. I struggle the most with the discussion of entertainment in today's world. This answer in itself might limit my ability to obtain the position. Ben and I have a little more liberal view of entertainment. For example, I do not limit myself to "christian" radio stations only. I listen to pop, sometimes rap, and in general any secular music that may appeal to me at the moment. Most recently, I have been interested in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fergie&lt;/span&gt;. (Humming "Clumsy" in the background...) Also, movies are a hard one to discuss. I really don't mind watching "R" rated movies. I don't enjoy movies that have strong sexual content (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; American Pie series and other movies like that) but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed movies such as The Darjeeling Limited, The Royal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tennenbaums&lt;/span&gt;, V for Vendetta, etc. I'm not involved in video games so much but my husband has turned into quite a gamer so he is able to keep me updated on several games. For example, see his most recent blog on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GTA&lt;/span&gt; IV. So, would I still obtain a position if I stated that entertainment in today's society may have negative effects on today's youth; however, I feel it is personal conviction that matters the most when deciding watch to listen to, watch and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than small frustrations, the application process is going well and at the end of may/early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;, I hope to start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; some calls. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-6997548910185958287?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6997548910185958287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=6997548910185958287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/6997548910185958287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/6997548910185958287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-application-process.html' title='My Application Process'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-7340977809426182729</id><published>2008-05-05T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T07:02:02.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely Finished!</title><content type='html'>I am proud to say that I am completely finished with my MA degree from Georgetown College. I checked my grades this weekend and I have successfully completed all of my coursework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-7340977809426182729?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/7340977809426182729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=7340977809426182729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/7340977809426182729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/7340977809426182729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/05/completely-finished.html' title='Completely Finished!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-7884303657441533792</id><published>2008-04-30T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:06:00.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SBiKpbR6QhI/AAAAAAAAABw/Sz5RVBzmpkA/s1600-h/S7300803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195054614474015250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SBiKpbR6QhI/AAAAAAAAABw/Sz5RVBzmpkA/s200/S7300803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more post about Florida and I'll be done. While I was there, I was able to visit Ben and my favorite college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. FAT BOYS. They have the best pork &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sandwiches&lt;/span&gt; and crinkle cut fries... Go ahead and be jealous while you look at this amazing dish... (Ben, eat your heart out!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-7884303657441533792?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/7884303657441533792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=7884303657441533792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/7884303657441533792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/7884303657441533792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/04/fat-boys.html' title='Fat Boys'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SBiKpbR6QhI/AAAAAAAAABw/Sz5RVBzmpkA/s72-c/S7300803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-2121873004682159902</id><published>2008-04-30T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:02:11.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some last minute pics from our trip to go along with this post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SBiJMrR6QfI/AAAAAAAAABg/qJriTKFM5W4/s1600-h/S7300696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195053021041148402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SBiJMrR6QfI/AAAAAAAAABg/qJriTKFM5W4/s200/S7300696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Malachi, Mommy and Crush (Daddy's favorite turtle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SBiJNbR6QgI/AAAAAAAAABo/6ukHDFdKg7o/s1600-h/S7300754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195053033926050306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SBiJNbR6QgI/AAAAAAAAABo/6ukHDFdKg7o/s200/S7300754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy and Malachi Swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After staying with my parents for a week, Malachi and I have returned to Kentucky. We had such a great time in FL with my parents and Malachi did so much while we were there. We ended up going to Epcot to see the fireworks and light show. Malachi loved the fireworks. We went swimming and Malachi even had a "pretend" birthday while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love visiting FL and wish we were closer but it was nice coming home. I guess Ben was really bored while we were gone so I'm glad we are here to keep him company. Malachi was excited to come home and see Daddy but was really sad to leave DeeDee and Pa's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-2121873004682159902?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2121873004682159902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=2121873004682159902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2121873004682159902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2121873004682159902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SBiJMrR6QfI/AAAAAAAAABg/qJriTKFM5W4/s72-c/S7300696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-7269545200573227691</id><published>2008-04-26T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T06:08:21.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SBMn8LR6QbI/AAAAAAAAABA/WMXxnvVQtbk/s1600-h/lizdis0408+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193538710061859250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SBMn8LR6QbI/AAAAAAAAABA/WMXxnvVQtbk/s320/lizdis0408+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, we all embarked on taking Malachi for a trip to the Magic Kingdom. We visited:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tikki&lt;/span&gt; Room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pirates of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Jungle Cruise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Carousel of Progress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winnie the Pooh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buzz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lightyear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mickey's House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minnie's House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt; Train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A 3-D Mickey Mouse Movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Parade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malachi really enjoyed most of the day. He didn't really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; the idea of waiting in line or having to walk to the next ride. We also had trouble with stroller riding and holding hands. However, overall I felt for his first trip to Disney, he did an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; job. He really liked the 3-D Mickey Mouse movie and the parade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, he was able to meet Mickey Mouse live in person which was fun. I wish I could have known what he was thinking when he saw Mickey standing in front of him. He gave them both hugs and kisses and we took a lot of pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sort of stressed out all day but I had a good time. It was worth it just to see the smile on his face during the parade and other rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-7269545200573227691?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/7269545200573227691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=7269545200573227691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/7269545200573227691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/7269545200573227691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/04/magic-kingdom.html' title='Magic Kingdom'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VuB-nURSftA/SBMn8LR6QbI/AAAAAAAAABA/WMXxnvVQtbk/s72-c/lizdis0408+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390027925227207701.post-1874404225505548610</id><published>2008-04-24T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T06:24:13.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooping Success</title><content type='html'>Many of you commented on one of my previous blogs regarding my son and the problems we had potty training him to go "number two." I am writing an update so you all know how it is going (if you care about my son's pooping habits, if not, please disregard this post and stop reading at this point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malachi has pooped in the potty three times now and each time he has secretly gone into the bathroom and told us once he had already finished. I think that it has finally clicked in his brain how to tell if he has to go but I think he needs privacy. We always went into the bathroom with him and he refused to go. I guess he just needed some space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those of you who have gone through this are I'm sure rejoicing with me! Thank you for all your advice and truly I believe the following: They will go when they are ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-1874404225505548610?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1874404225505548610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=1874404225505548610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1874404225505548610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/1874404225505548610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/04/pooping-success.html' title='Pooping Success'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-5051458267486685715</id><published>2008-04-22T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:25:24.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Trip</title><content type='html'>For weeks now, I have been anticipating coming to Florida to see my mom and dad. I am glad I waited until my internship was finished because I am able to sustain a state of complete relaxation and not worry about some paper I will have to do when I get back. Coming back to FL (where my husband and I went to college), I realize how much I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got off of the airplane and walked outside, I was reminded of the way the breeze feels and how amazing it smells here. Most of the time, there is a very nice scent in the air especially when you are around trees with blossoms. I love the way the air feels on your skin. Right now it will probably get into the mid-eighties but I don't mind. The heat feels so good on your skin and the sun is amazing. I'm really pale but I don't mind the sunshine. I love being outside. It makes me feel so happy and hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that all probably sounded very cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to the Mall&lt;br /&gt;Swimming with Abby and Jon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Disney World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to see Nanny&lt;br /&gt;Malachi (Way Early) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bday&lt;/span&gt; Celebration&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-5051458267486685715?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/5051458267486685715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=5051458267486685715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/5051458267486685715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/5051458267486685715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/04/florida-trip.html' title='Florida Trip'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-8647516473300673957</id><published>2008-04-19T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:18:01.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Reads</title><content type='html'>Because I will be home with Malachi all summer and there may be sufficient time to do some reading and I need some ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my top reads are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice&lt;/em&gt; by Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/em&gt; by C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;Anything by Phillipa Gregory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Giver&lt;/em&gt; by Lois Lowery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His Dark Materials&lt;/em&gt; Series by Phillip Pullman (I know, this may be controversial but I actually liked these books for Phillip Pullman's great writing ability. Although, I will agree the content was a little borderline sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JRR&lt;/span&gt; Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would actually like to read &lt;em&gt;The Godfather&lt;/em&gt; by Puzo this summer and the fantasy novels by J.V. Jones (suggested by brother, Sam). I'm actually going to FL this week and can't wait to get some reading done every night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm taking a poll...What do you think I should read this summer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-8647516473300673957?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/8647516473300673957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=8647516473300673957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/8647516473300673957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/8647516473300673957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/04/favorite-reads.html' title='Favorite Reads'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-8193502711470922406</id><published>2008-04-18T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:16:45.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Passed!</title><content type='html'>Tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for about four weeks to see if I passed the final test to receive a teaching certification in the state of KY. Today, I received my score in the mail and &lt;strong&gt;I PASSED&lt;/strong&gt;. I was particularly worried about this test in particular because it wasn't based on Language Arts content knowledge; it was about "the principles of learning and teaching." I'm not very good at memorizing theories about teaching and I didn't really study so I completely expected to fail this test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so amazed that I passed and I'm totally psyched! At least for now, I am done with standardized tests for quite a while!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-8193502711470922406?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/8193502711470922406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=8193502711470922406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/8193502711470922406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/8193502711470922406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-passed.html' title='I Passed!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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-7390027925227207701.post-2579476641408680849</id><published>2008-04-18T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T04:53:25.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Walked on my Pillow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A lot of my husband's posts and mine will probably correspond so if you read at least one of our blogs you will probably find out what is happening in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Last night, we had the privilage of trying to extract a finch from our son's bedroom. Refer to my husbands blog post, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nebsllim.blogspot.com/2008/01/mouse-killer.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;http://nebsllim.blogspot.com/2008/01/mouse-killer.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; . Our cat, Mouse, likes to hunt and every once in a while it will bring in a few trophies for momma and daddy, i.e. mice, birds...snakes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesterday, while I was laying out, I came in and realized after seeing bird feathers everywhere that there was a live bird still in the bathroom. I got the cat out and shut the door, waiting for Ben to come home and take care of it. The bird went under  the door and found itself in my sons room. My son always gets very excited about these events. He loves what the cat brings in no matter dead or alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyway, while Ben was in my son's room chasing around a live bird that is as small as a three year olds fist, I thought of one of my favorite Arrested Development moments. When Lucille is on the phone with Michael trying to decide if Buster should move out, Buster runs into the room with a butterfly net chasing a bird. His mother tells him to stop and he says, "but Mom, it's a bird!" Lucille tells Buster that it will fly out of its own but Bust shouts, "It's a bird! It walked on my pillow!" I know, totally random line but everytime we see that scene my husband and I bust up laughing together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesterday we experienced this live and in person. By the way, we were able to remove the bird by trapping it between a cup and a towel and we set it free in the back yard where it flew away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390027925227207701-2579476641408680849?l=elizabethviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2579476641408680849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390027925227207701&amp;postID=2579476641408680849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2579476641408680849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390027925227207701/posts/default/2579476641408680849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethviolet.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-walked-on-my-pillow.html' title='It Walked on my Pillow'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mills</name><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>
