<?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-3947098396501675838</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:37:15.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>144 SEASONS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132056630380212522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-gDN7mnKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7E-wsI4NvRs/S220/101_0461_1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947098396501675838.post-1396844256197617223</id><published>2010-01-12T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:10:04.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Here!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have not blogged in awhile!  Who has time?  Little J was born in July and will be six months old in 2 days!  I cannot believe how time flies so quickly.  He is wonderful.  Big J loves him.  To hear him tell it, "I love him more than even you mommy!"  We had a little bit of a scare a couple of days before Christmas when we went to the doctor he was diagnosed with RSV and almost hospitalized.  We worked on him with meds and breathing treatments four times per day - 10, 4, 10, 4.  You don't realize how fortunate you are with something like health until you loose it.  Prayer works!  Even though I know this I have this mindset that I don't want to obuse it - I know how silly for me to even say.  God wants us to bring our smallest to our biggest burdens and sorrows to him - I need to remember this in my daily walk with Him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947098396501675838-1396844256197617223?l=144seasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1396844256197617223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3947098396501675838&amp;postID=1396844256197617223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/1396844256197617223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/1396844256197617223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/2010/01/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>KaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132056630380212522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-gDN7mnKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7E-wsI4NvRs/S220/101_0461_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947098396501675838.post-5224739744872591392</id><published>2009-06-01T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:29:52.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>To say the least I've been very busy this school year. With trying to deal with teaching not only a new grade level but being pregnant at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first three months were not fun at all. This pregnancy is nothing like my first. My actual due date was mid-July but I've sch'd a c-section for the Tues. 14th first thing in the morning (and we are talking early morning). I've gotten out the scrapbook of "J" and I saw something that I'd forgotten that I had my previous students do. Before "J" was born I had my students predict whether they thought I was going to have a boy/girl. It was about even when one of my special students said I was going to have a "frog." Yes the picture is really cute with either blue/pink teddy bear cutouts and then a frog. That's not the funniest thing - after 22 hours of labor I had to go for an emergency c-section because both my heartrate and the babies went down. The first thing out of my lovely husband's mouth was, "C was correct, it is a frog." When you are lying there helpless, you don't really want to be reminded of a student - but as usual "M" was correct, "J" was like a frog because he had green poop on him! I've had this year's class make a new prediction and so far most students say boy and staff members say girl. At this point I'm not sure. "M" wants a girl, "J" wants a boy, and I'm okay with whatever! Most people add, "if it's healthy." I hate when people say that because regardless we will love it because the baby is truly a gift from God - whether healthy in our eyes or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently cleaned the nursery - okay it was Tues. night of last week from 5:00pm to around 2ish am. I'm crazy - I know! I had crafts/scrapbook stuff everywhere - I need a junk room of my own. I had to clean the nursery because coworkers did not believe me when I said I didn't need anything. I had a baby shower at work on that Wednesday and they came over afterwards for me to prove it to them. They were shocked because I proved to them I didn't need a thing - sometimes being a pack rat has it's advantages. I did register for a new car seat/stroller since my last one was faded navy blue and the wheels about falling off. Three grade levels went in together to buy it - which I thought was very sweet! The others mainly gave me gift cards which was also nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll post again before the baby comes - if not I'll try to afterwards. Oh, by the way did I mention not only being busy with my school year ending, baby, I also am helping my wonderful nephew with not just one online course this summer, but 3!?! I told him it was humanily impossible - except he is at the mid-term point and has 1 A and 2 B's. He just needs a C to transfer the credit. He owes me big time! You just have to love family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947098396501675838-5224739744872591392?l=144seasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5224739744872591392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3947098396501675838&amp;postID=5224739744872591392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/5224739744872591392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/5224739744872591392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>KaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132056630380212522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-gDN7mnKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7E-wsI4NvRs/S220/101_0461_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947098396501675838.post-2513328957380767654</id><published>2008-10-03T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:36:15.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Start</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe we are in week 7 of school! J did great - you should be proud of me I didn't even cry! He rubbed his eyes in order to stop the tears but he did great too! I think the hardest part is not giving him a hug when he needs to stay in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing happened last Friday was after school his kindergarten teacher came and slammed J's folder down and said, "Well, he's loosing letters!" I asked where did he loose them at? What he meant was that J knew all his letters at preschool screening but when he retested them J kept saying, "I don't know...." Mr. C was upset and told him to go sit down and he would get him after school for detention. Good news, J knew them - he's just stuburn like his daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J's in an all boy classroom of 21 students. I gave his teacher the best book that I've read called: The Mind of Boys. He really needs it to deal with them. My class has book/math buddies with his class and today we spend the time in our school's courtyard. We could of stayed outside all day because it was so beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947098396501675838-2513328957380767654?l=144seasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2513328957380767654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3947098396501675838&amp;postID=2513328957380767654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/2513328957380767654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/2513328957380767654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/2008/10/memberable-start.html' title='Great Start'/><author><name>KaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132056630380212522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-gDN7mnKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7E-wsI4NvRs/S220/101_0461_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947098396501675838.post-2429812728413490969</id><published>2008-08-25T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:34:14.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Day Tommorrow!</title><content type='html'>Tommorrow is the big day for Kindergarten!  I cannot wait.  Today he stayed with my sister because they had staggered entry.  He only has 19 students in his class, but they are all boys.  They are boy heavy.  I have somebody covering my class so I can be mom in the morning.  Wish me luck, I think I'll need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so nervous about Kindergarten that just last night about 3:30am he woke me up to ask if we had bears in our county.  I made him repeat the question because I didn't think I heard him right.  Of course I explained that some bears have been spotted but he shouldn't worry about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947098396501675838-2429812728413490969?l=144seasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2429812728413490969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3947098396501675838&amp;postID=2429812728413490969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/2429812728413490969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/2429812728413490969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-day-tommorrow.html' title='The Big Day Tommorrow!'/><author><name>KaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132056630380212522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-gDN7mnKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7E-wsI4NvRs/S220/101_0461_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947098396501675838.post-7379292484439956835</id><published>2008-07-30T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:03:36.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Animal Would You Be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I recently asked my son if he could be any animal, what would it be and why?  At first without thinking to hard he said, "A lion because they are king of the jungle."  I said okay, think about it a little harder and I'll get back to you.  A few minutes after he replied, "I would be a giraffe."  I asked why?  He replied I might add as if I was stupid, "Because mommy they are closer to God!"  It's amazing what comes out of the mouth of babes.  Whether he knows it or not, he brings me closer to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947098396501675838-7379292484439956835?l=144seasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7379292484439956835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3947098396501675838&amp;postID=7379292484439956835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/7379292484439956835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/7379292484439956835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-kind-of-animal-would-you-be.html' title='What Kind of Animal Would You Be?'/><author><name>KaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132056630380212522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-gDN7mnKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7E-wsI4NvRs/S220/101_0461_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947098396501675838.post-3503275259978373660</id><published>2008-06-06T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:26:36.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promoted to 4th Grade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This past week I was told I was moving to 4th Grade. I wrote my pros and cons list. I will not tell you which one won, however, good news appeared in the newspaper today! The fourth grade writing test is no longer after about 15 years running. I am excited because I was worried about the state writing test and mathematics. Now this summer I can concentrate on getting my math in order. I have to move from my classroom of 9 years which forces me to do a little spring cleaning. Unfortunately I am a pack rat! One of the things on the pro list was the added technology that I get called - The Smart Board. This interactive board is great to get the students engaged using technology in our global world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;About a month ago, I did an act of kindness for a co-worker without her knowing about it. And this past Monday I had an envelope on my desk that read "Enjoy!" Inside were two tickets to the zoo! Two co-workers and myself along with our kids are going to the zoo in a couple of weeks. I cannot wait for our "Zoo Pal Field Trip!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947098396501675838-3503275259978373660?l=144seasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3503275259978373660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3947098396501675838&amp;postID=3503275259978373660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/3503275259978373660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/3503275259978373660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/promoted-to-4th-grade.html' title='Promoted to 4th Grade!'/><author><name>KaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132056630380212522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-gDN7mnKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7E-wsI4NvRs/S220/101_0461_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947098396501675838.post-2841321993266127062</id><published>2008-05-02T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T18:01:09.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindegarten Orientation Comments</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I took the day off so my son and I could be ready for kindergarten orientation at school by 10:00. We walked in the front door which is unsual for us and he was lead to one room to "play" while parents went to the other. My lovely husband noticed the lack of dad's there, but I told him that is was good for him to see that both his parents value his education! As I was sitting there trying to listen to the presentation, the teacher (and mom) in me wanted to get up and see how well he was doing on the informal tests. I asked him later in the day how he thought he did and his reply was, "I think I missed a few of the letters because they were out of order!" How cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left school and went to the doctors office in order to have an added eye exam because of new state guidelines. After that we met dad for lunch at his favorite Mexican restaurant. For a special treat we went to the movies to see Horton Sees a Who! It was great - we were the only ones in the theater. If you have not seen Horton yet I highly recommend it. The neat part was during the movie I had a connection to how small the speck was that Horton was trying to save to us here on Earth. I thought that Horton was a lot like God trying to protect us specks. It's amazing how a different perspective can be eye opening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he is ready for kindergarten - the only problem is, I'm not. I know this may sound crazy but I have already gone school supply shopping. I got most everything on the list for only $30.00. Fall of last year, I went ahead and ordered his bookbag with his name/horse logo from L.L. Bean since they were having a sale. It is just his size - I guess I watch the kinders as they go by my room in the morning and notice that half of the bookbags overpower them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good part about our school is that as teachers we get to request who our child has - when asked by a staff member who my son will have - my reply was I have known since birth (or at least the first week of his life) because we were visited by him and I have the cutest picture of him holding him in the nursery. My plan is to have a copies made of the picture along with the first day of school for the future scrapbook for both the teacher and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have spent the last three summers getting my masters - I hope this summer my son and I can make-up for lost time. The way gas prices are going I think that I might have to be a little bit more careful planning. Just today a couple of teachers and myself have planned two trips to the zoo (each continent separately) - at least we can carpool and share in the cost of gas. We are calling our group - Zoo Pals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947098396501675838-2841321993266127062?l=144seasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2841321993266127062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3947098396501675838&amp;postID=2841321993266127062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/2841321993266127062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/2841321993266127062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/2008/05/kindegarten-orientation-comments.html' title='Kindegarten Orientation Comments'/><author><name>KaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132056630380212522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-gDN7mnKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7E-wsI4NvRs/S220/101_0461_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947098396501675838.post-5850591921286611619</id><published>2008-04-10T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T17:47:36.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many of Me</title><content type='html'>I was viewing Sweet Tea Please (thanks Leah) and loved the idea of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://howmanyofme.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 122 people with my maiden name and 32 with my offical name in the U.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT: bold 16px/1.8 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: #0066b3; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://howmanyofme.com/"&gt;How many have your name&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947098396501675838-5850591921286611619?l=144seasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5850591921286611619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3947098396501675838&amp;postID=5850591921286611619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/5850591921286611619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/5850591921286611619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-many-of-me.html' title='How Many of Me'/><author><name>KaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132056630380212522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-gDN7mnKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7E-wsI4NvRs/S220/101_0461_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947098396501675838.post-4399283593352678360</id><published>2008-04-10T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T17:15:22.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes, Death, and Meetings = April 15th</title><content type='html'>It is very said that I literally hate (I know it is a strong word) tax day for several reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason is that it is the anniversary of my father's death.  Even though I was only eight years old, I still remember the good times that we shared.  It is amazing how something as strange as a scent (certain roses) and other things trigger your memory in order for you to remember a loved one that has gone on to heaven.  I love sharing little things with my son about my dad.  When I was growing up in the 70's things were a lot simplier than they are nowadays.  It is amazing how the grace of God can get you through major milestones in ones life for example first date, proms, engagement, marriage, and even the birth of a child.  I will never forget a member of our previous church (for those that know him - Bob) called my hospital room just as I was coming back from step down to tell me congratulations.  I knew instantly who he was because of his distinct deep voice.  He will probably never realize how much that meant to me - it was if my daddy had called to say congratulations on the arrival of my son (whose middle name is named after my dad's last name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I dislike April 15th is because of tax day.  Currently I am reading a book about finances and how to get it under control.  Student loans are the worst!  I normally put all money situations on the back burner and I need to watch it more closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year on that particular day I have two things extra at school.  We have a SACS visit (in short it helps not only our school but our system to become accedited) as well as a meeting across the county (which hurts the gas budget) with all my grade level teachers.  I guess I need to be thankful because at least I have several things to keep my mind off of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had revival at church starting on Sunday morning and finished up Wednesday night.  I was able to attend all services except for one.  I learned a great deal as well as took lots of notes.  Hopefully I will refer to them often and apply what I learned in my daily walk with the Lord.  I have a long way to go, but I know that God will help me every step of the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947098396501675838-4399283593352678360?l=144seasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4399283593352678360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3947098396501675838&amp;postID=4399283593352678360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/4399283593352678360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/4399283593352678360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/2008/04/taxes-death-and-meetings-april-15th.html' title='Taxes, Death, and Meetings = April 15th'/><author><name>KaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132056630380212522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-gDN7mnKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7E-wsI4NvRs/S220/101_0461_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947098396501675838.post-3762691498454561605</id><published>2008-03-24T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:46:07.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Spring, It's Snowing, and Other Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Even though last Thursday was the first official day of spring, just four days later as I write at my sisters it is snowing outside at dusk. You've just got to love our state's wacky weather! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;One of my favorite seasons is springtime. Mainly because of the real meaning of Easter and the message of new life for Christians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;As a whole family, we need your prayers. My sister's husband (Grant) was diagnosed with cancer last year. My husband's aunt (Beth) was diagnosed with cancer about a week ago. Having these things affect your family in both a positive and negative way. The positive things that have come out of it is the reality that time with family is priceless, seeing the good instead of the bad, and it even has caused me to have a physical today. The doctor was concerned about my elevated blood pressure and weight gain among other things. I guess you could say that is one of the negatives. I will not go into great detail about the other negatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;My future healthful living goals are to drink more water instead of Pepsi, and to start back walking the driveway after a long cold winter of not being able to. Why do I walk the driveway you might ask? Mainly because it's free and I have no excuse of the gym was to busy or gas prices are to expensive, etc. My favorite thing to listen to on my iPod is the song by Point of Grace about Walking with Jesus. I cannot wait for the weather to cooperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947098396501675838-3762691498454561605?l=144seasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3762691498454561605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3947098396501675838&amp;postID=3762691498454561605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/3762691498454561605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/3762691498454561605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-spring-its-snowing-and-other-things.html' title='It&apos;s Spring, It&apos;s Snowing, and Other Things'/><author><name>KaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132056630380212522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-gDN7mnKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7E-wsI4NvRs/S220/101_0461_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947098396501675838.post-8637922633657123484</id><published>2008-02-26T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:51:07.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts For the Day</title><content type='html'>My friend at work gave me these "Thoughts For the Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did you ever notice that the roman numerals for forty (40) are "XL"?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A penny saved is a government oversight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight, because by then your body and your fat have gotten to be really good friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you smile when things go wrong, you have someone in mind to blame.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sole purpose of a child's middle name is so he can tell when he's really in trouble.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right time, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Author Unknown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947098396501675838-8637922633657123484?l=144seasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8637922633657123484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3947098396501675838&amp;postID=8637922633657123484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/8637922633657123484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/8637922633657123484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/2008/02/thoughts-for-day.html' title='Thoughts For the Day'/><author><name>KaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132056630380212522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-gDN7mnKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7E-wsI4NvRs/S220/101_0461_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947098396501675838.post-742777371717989249</id><published>2008-02-18T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:30:40.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>Title of Real Life Play:  Priceless&lt;br /&gt;Setting:  Sunday lunch&lt;br /&gt;Characters:  B:  Brother-in-Law; K:  Me; M:  Husband; J:  Son; N:  Niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:  J's going to be the smartest one on his cell block (meaning jail)&lt;br /&gt;K:  Well, he's the smartest one at this table!&lt;br /&gt;M:  Ooooh!&lt;br /&gt;N:  Okay then if he is the smartest, J, what's 20 plus 20?&lt;br /&gt;J:  (without hesitating) 40!&lt;br /&gt;K and M:  (hoop, hollar, and high five) Ooooh!  Ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;B and N:  deadly silent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947098396501675838-742777371717989249?l=144seasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/feeds/742777371717989249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3947098396501675838&amp;postID=742777371717989249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/742777371717989249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/742777371717989249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/2008/02/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>KaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132056630380212522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-gDN7mnKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7E-wsI4NvRs/S220/101_0461_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947098396501675838.post-2432153180311154467</id><published>2008-02-12T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:59:47.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Show On Earth!</title><content type='html'>My wonderful husband took our son to the circus this past Friday.  You may be wondering why I only bought two tickets for this great event - the reason:  I have a pathological fear of c-l-o-w-n-s!  I do not know why, I just accept this fact and rotate my life around it.  When my nephew asked why I didn't go, I spelled the word so "J" would not know why.  My reply prompted, "What does that spell?"  My response, "I don't like crowds!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that since I gave my husband an "x" amount of money that he would budget accordingly.  I was wrong (that's hard to admit)!  Word to the wise:  Be specific:  You may pick out one toy, one drink, and one food item.  Not a hat, sword, mommy and child zebra, 2 drinks, cotton candy, pretzel, etc.  Can you get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do while they were out on the town?  I organized and cleaned toys from birthday and Christmas.  I wanted to work on scrapbooking - maybe they will go on another outing soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947098396501675838-2432153180311154467?l=144seasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2432153180311154467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3947098396501675838&amp;postID=2432153180311154467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/2432153180311154467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/2432153180311154467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/2008/02/greatest-show-on-earth.html' title='The Greatest Show On Earth!'/><author><name>KaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132056630380212522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-gDN7mnKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7E-wsI4NvRs/S220/101_0461_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947098396501675838.post-1679202936958916583</id><published>2008-02-12T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:34:59.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked Out!</title><content type='html'>I have recently been locked out of going to any major websites including blogs at my place of business.  How dispointing?  I will have to use my sister's laptop in order to update since she has wireless internet.  As I am writing this, my son is typing on my laptop and keeps asking me what he is spelling (hopefully nothing ugly).  It's so cute because he is trying to keep up with my wpm while looking at me.  This is a prime example of why parents should watch their actions because children are watching even when you don't think they are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947098396501675838-1679202936958916583?l=144seasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1679202936958916583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3947098396501675838&amp;postID=1679202936958916583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/1679202936958916583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/1679202936958916583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/2008/02/locked-out.html' title='Locked Out!'/><author><name>KaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132056630380212522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-gDN7mnKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7E-wsI4NvRs/S220/101_0461_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947098396501675838.post-6998008804963969901</id><published>2008-01-25T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:47:46.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Excited!</title><content type='html'>One of the things on my to-do list was to start my own blog.  I am able to sit behind a computer and keep in touch with friends both near and far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably need to explain the title of my blog.  It is a fairly long story, but I will try to be brief.  I was able to take a digital art class at our local university for free and one of the assignments was to design something that was both symbolic and yet meaningful.  For some reason, all my life I have always loved the four seasons.  I came up with four digital pictures and wrote "144 Seasons" across the middle of the art piece.  The "144 Seasons" was the amount of time that my father had lived before he died.  The reason w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-hw97mnNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Sx3fhJeZaSY/s1600-h/100_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-hw97mnNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Sx3fhJeZaSY/s200/100_0786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161021560620227794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hy saying "144 seasons" was so important to me was because at the time of taking the class, I had also lived the same amount of seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to use the same concept with the title of my graduate portfolio - "Nine Seasons."  Sometimes it sounds better to say it only took me nine seasons to complete my masters than almost three years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947098396501675838-6998008804963969901?l=144seasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6998008804963969901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3947098396501675838&amp;postID=6998008804963969901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/6998008804963969901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947098396501675838/posts/default/6998008804963969901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://144seasons.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-excited.html' title='I Am Excited!'/><author><name>KaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132056630380212522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-gDN7mnKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7E-wsI4NvRs/S220/101_0461_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsEBIDYskj8/R5-hw97mnNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Sx3fhJeZaSY/s72-c/100_0786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
